033: [visual] contrary to the common belief, he's not dead

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, a visual that's not accidental for once. Dean doesn't do very many of these, but honestly, he's bored out of his freaking mind, he's tired of lurking around Buffy's castle feeling sorry for himself (or at least, he's ready to pretend like he is), and he needs some fresh air. So, Dean's rolling out of bed, turning on his tablet as he does.

"Yeah, alright, look," Dean starts, reaching up and mussing up his hair. "All you oldies out there, the ones that haven't been coming in like herds of sheep. Gimme a call. I wanna know who's still here."

There's a pause as Dean yawns widely, and rather rudely, into the tablet. Then he continues.

"For the rest of you, lemme give you some advice. Don't piss off the vampires. And if you're a vampire, just try me. I got a crossbow for Christmas and I haven't got the chance to use it yet."

Good job, Dean, way to greet the locals with your charm and grace.

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[mercurialnature.livejournal.com]

"How much do you know about me and what I can do?" Too late Dean, this is skating perilously close to giving offence. Didn't you ever watch Ghostbusters?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Not much off the top of my head, that's Sam's shtick," Dean replies, staring at the tablet. "Fine, fine, whatever. You're Hermes. How the hell did you get stuck here? I figured someone like you'd be immune."

[mercurialnature.livejournal.com]

"Things change. You can't step in the same river twice, the center cannot hold, every flea has smaller fleas and so on ad in finitum, and so on." Hermes pauses for a moment, "Although, I have thought of a good way to prove what I've said. Do you have a glass of wine handy? Hatch up a bottle of olive oil? If you do and you can pour it out on the ground -- not the floor, but actual soil -- and give me a shout, I can be wherever you are in an instant."