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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[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.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

Well all right then. She keeps walking until she's right where Dean is. She sits down on the bit of the couch closest to his chair, just waiting.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Nooo, Dean meant all the way over there. Don't make him make puppy faces. He's concussed, he has good reason to. Grabby hands, that's what Dean is making.

"I'm not gonna bite you," Dean says, looking sleepily amused.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

She frowns and looks at him like he's not making any sense at all.

"Ya know you're all beat up yea?" And therefore a Kaylee sized weight on him probably isn't the best idea.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"I am?" Dean asks in fake-surprise, looking himself over. "I woulda never guessed. I don't care. C'mere."

It's only bruises. It's not like he's dying or anything.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

She sighs loudly. Clearly trying to get reason across to him isn't working. Well, if he's extra sore later he can't blame her because she tried to resist.

She gets up from the couch, goes to stand in front of him and ... keeps standing there.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

So Dean's going to pull her down. He makes something of a 'oof' noise, but at least she's in his lap.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

She's definitely not happy to have heard that. Since she probably can't get back up without getting pulled right back down again she decides to just get a bit more comfortable.

"An' this is gonna help ya out how?" she asks, the teeniest bit of amusement on her face because really. Usually people would want a pillow, a blanket, food, water, etc because they don't want to get up for things.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yes, but Dean doesn't care, and is very, very pleased now. He might be a little floaty and dizzy, but he's not much for caring. He has a nice Kaylee-sized, Kaylee-shaped teddy bear and that's good enough for him.

"S'gonna warm me up. Or something." Dean grumbles, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against hers. "Just go with it."

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

There's a pause as she works through what she just heard before being pulled close. So she's a heat pad then?

She can't help it. She giggles a bit before finally relaxing against him.

"Seems like I kinda don't got a choice now. 'm a bit stuck here." Okay Dean, you won. You and your strange logic that thinks using Kaylee for warmth instead of a blanket is a good - and non-negotiable - idea.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Victory! Dean would be smug if he wasn't already half asleep. And it is a good idea, thank you very much. Body heat is the best way to stay warm, you know.

"Good, 'cause I ain't arguing," Dean replies, and he sounds even further away. So sleepy.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

His sleepy-sounding voice paired with having his arms around her makes her think she's going to be stuck for awhile. In that case maybe she'll just try and take a nap too.

It's either that or stare at the bit of the room she can see in front of her for who knows how long. So she manages to get her arms very loosely around him so she won't squish one to death and be sore for days.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

That's probably going to be the case, yes. Dean's pretty much out already, and he makes something of a protesting mumble-noise when she shifts, but other than that? He's asleep with his head on her shoulder.

[lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com]

His protesting mumble makes her smile a bit as she closes her eyes and waits for sleep to come.