014: [visual] picking fights with vampires again, Dean?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

The tablet clicks on as it hits the couch in Bobby's house rather violently. The way it landed, on it's side, lets the viewer have a clear visual of Dean throwing himself into the chair opposite the couch, nursing a bloody nose, several nasty looking bruises and a wounded ego. He's irritated because of the fight he'd gotten into with Cian, and he's still not willing to think that there are actually good vampires, so he's ignoring the fact that Cian didn't kill him and drink his blood, preferring to sulk over his injuries.

When he finally looks up from rubbing tenderly at his head and sees the tablet recording, he jumps up and rushes to grab it. Those same viewers can probably hear Dean cussing under his breath as he turns the visual function off.

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

... 'Cause I tried beating on him first?

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

[... SIGH]

Ya stop bleedin' yet?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Sam's doin' a good job of fixing me up.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

... 's he got some practice fixin' ya up cos ya get beat on a lot?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

... Crap, I never told you, did I? [Facepalm. THEY ARE DOING THINGS BACKWARDS.] Remember what I told you before? With... the devil? That's not the first supernatural thing I've come across.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

Told me ... shenme*? [pause. and YES THEY CLEARLY ARE] Yeaaaa.

's more'n just him an' the angels? Who? [no wait] What? [as in LIKE WHAT DEAN?!]

[ooc; *what]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

S'more than just him and the angels, yeah. Me n' Sam? We're Hunters. We go after all the nasty creatures that lurk around in the night.

Vampires, werewolves, angry spirits, demons... just about everything. [Dean's vaguely out of it so he's sort of failing at telling her completely.]

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

[pause while the brain processes this]

So ... 's real. All them stories made for scarin' the kids. The monsters ...

But, that don't sound like some job ya picked up in a town.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[During that pause, Dean will be zoning out. But then he remembers she's asking him a question so he'll answer, because obviously he needs to.]

It's not. We've been doing this since we were kids.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

[hey Dean no zoning out or Kaylee will be more :<]

... kids?!

Why's a kid gotta go fight monsters? [dsmakl that's so not right :/]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Dean can't help it! He's tired, and he sounds that way. Kaylee should come snuggle with him.]

S'long story.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

[and now she's picking up on that. clearly his ass-kicking was exhausting or something. if that's okay with his medic.]

Ya can tell me 'bout it later, dong ma?

[concerned mode] Got somewhere cozy to sleep?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Well, that, and he hasn't slept for about twenty-four hours. psssh his medic can bite him.]

... Yeah, alright.

This chair. It's not exactly a bed of roses but it's good enough.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

[yikes. zoning out is a given then.]

Ya really should see 'bout movin' to somethin' better'n a chair.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[No kidding. Especially since he's accustomed to those long-ass naps he's been having.]

Don't wanna move. Dizzy when I stand up. [He mumbles.]

... Hey, Kaylee.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

[Dizzy?! Kaylee is concerned about that. He really must've gotten his head knocked around.]

... yea Dean?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Come over. [Except the way he says it is kind of like a question. Just a little.]

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

[there's a pause as she uses the nifty map feature to find the Dean Winchester dot in relation to the Kaylee Frye dot]

Shouldn't take me long.

Want me to get ya anythin'? [well there are probably eleventy-thousand hatches along the way]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

... Nah, I'm alright. Offer's appreciated, though.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

'kay then. [and off Kaylee goes toward the Dean dot on the map. ONE ~*MAGICAL TIME PASSAGE*~ LATER she's outside Bobby's house. hmmm.]

... ya want me to just go right on in?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Hooray for magical time passage! Dean is in his chair still. Hasn't moved much. He's also really sleepy.]

Go 'head. [Mumble mumble.]

oh uh ... [Location] Bobby's house!

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

Kaylee heads to the front door and slowly opens it. Just because he said she could doesn't mean she's about to go barging in.

She peeks her head in first before opening the door more so she can go inside. Interesting place. But she's not here to be snooping around.

"Dean?" She calls for him as she walks around, peeking in rooms until she finds the winning room. And just over there is Dean. She winces. He looks worse in person.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

He's cleaned up, so at least he's not bloody. But he is pretty bruised, and is half dozing. Kaylee's voice jolts him out of his sleep, though, and he blinks blearily before giving her a small grin.

"Hey there."

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

Oops. Kaylee looks quite sheepish for having woken him up. She waves a little, which really only adds to the overall sheepish look.

"Heya Dean." She walks closer to where he is, wondering a bit about why she's there in the first place if he didn't need anything and he was getting sleep.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Silly Kaylee, she's here because Dean wants her company. Kaylee makes a good teddy bear. She also has better conversational skills, and is very warm.

"C'mere," Dean says, beckoning. He wants her in his lap, dammit. Give the injured man what he wants.