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.

Comments

[aesthetic_mojo]

I'm getting that.

Go. Sit still. Stop laughing at my cats for a while.

You'll feel better.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yeah, alright. Thanks for checking on me, mother. [He teases.]

[aesthetic_mojo]

[Oh, he's gonna regret that one. When he's better.]

Night night, kiddo.

[She signs off, laughing]