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

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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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Dean's just chillin', waiting for Dawn to get there. Sam's there too, and that's why Dean nudges Sam from where he's doing first-aid.

"Dawn's here," he informs him, and then says much more loudly: "Door's open!"

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Sam looks up, turning around slightly. The only version of Dawn he's familiar with is the tiny digital version, so he's curious to see the real thing.

He sits back on his heels, but he's still preoccupied with patching Dean's cuts up.

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Turning the handle, Dawn steps inside, shutting the door-- as quietly as possible-- behind her. Sometimes she can be nice, okay?

She pokes her head around the corner, looking for the Brothers Winchester, and when she sees them, can't stop herself from making a small, worried sound. "I'm upgrading that truck to a tank. How did you manage to get your butt thoroughly kicked in a place with no monsters?"

Now Sam gets a sunny smile, because he's not in trouble, unlike certain people. "Hi, you must be Sam. I'm Dawn, obviously. Nice to meet you in person."

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"Shh, you," Dean replies, eyes closed. "Not my fault Buffy didn't tell me there's vampires sneaking around."

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"One vampire," Sam corrects. "Apparently. But Dean didn't even know he was a vampire until he cut his own finger and the guy freaked."

He manages a quick smile in Dawn's direction.

"Hi, by the way."

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"Buffy knew there was a vampire and she didn't slay him?" Dawn looks... pretty well confused, now. "Shades of Angel and Spike..."

That last bit is mostly to herself.

"Anyway. You're dumb, don't do it again, I brought food to reinforce future positive behaviors. Like not getting beat up." This is a tiny, bossy whirlwind marching into their kitchen in search of plates, then quickly popping back out to smile at Sam again, maybe a tiny bit on the goofy side. So sue her, all right? Cute boys are cute boys. "Hi back. I'm getting plates."

Then she's back in the kitchen again.

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"Apparently." Dean answers, looking disgruntled. He's kind of peeved that Buffy didn't tell him about Cian.

Dean is amused, however, by the tiny bossy whirlwind. Mostly because of the bossy part. And, well, he's got a soft spot for younger siblings. He doesn't have much to say, so he'll just be chillaxing here. Kind of nodding off. Which is probably not something he should be doing.

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It's not something he should be doing whatsoever, which is why Sam (once he undistracts himself from the smile being offered in his direction), prods Dean pretty hard in the shoulder - the one that isn't bruised or bleeding, at least.

"Don't you fall asleep," he says, authority mixed with concern. "You could still have a concussion, and I am not dealing with you having permanent brain damage."

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"Don't let him fall asleep!" That's Dawn, from the kitchen. Because obviously they aren't aware of the procedure for this already, sigh tiny Watcher.

She reenters with plates and forks and a knife, setting them down on the nearest clear-ish flat surface. Then crossing over to where she set her bag, she pulls out an pie triumphantly. "Apple, right? You want some too, Sam?"

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"'m awake, 'm awake," Dean grumbles, swatting at Sam's hand. "I don't need brain damage. Gotta be able to watch out for your sorry ass."

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"Yeah," Sam says. "Good luck doing that with an aneurysm."

He pauses, and when he turns to Dawn, he plasters on a grin.

"Sure, why not?"

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"Dean don't have an aneurysm." Because that will obviously help the situation.

Dawn sees the somewhat... less than entirely sincere grin, but doesn't comment, just starts dishing out pie.

"Here, Dean." The first slice goes to the wounded, because she's bossy, not sadistic.

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"Oh, fantastic, I've got two mother hens on my hands." But he's not being mean about it, just exasperated.

Dean would roll his eyes if he wasn't so tired. Instead, he shakes himself awake and sits up a bit more, taking the pie from Dawn and offering her a slight grin.

"Thanks, kiddo."

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Sam manages a quick smile when Dean starts to get frustrated, but as far as he's concerned, it's better than him passing out.

Pie is proving to be a better distraction than poking and prodding him could be, and for that, he's grateful.

"Just be quiet and eat your pie," he adds.

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Dean mumbles something that sounds vaguely like, 'you be quiet and eat your pie' but it's under his breath and mostly just making him sound like he's five, so feel free to ignore him.

Om nom nom, Dean's busy with his pie now, leave a message after the beep.