dudeimbatman: (Driving (plus Sam))
Something has been eating at Sam for weeks (maybe longer but time in Heaven is weird). Dean had prodded at him several times, but Sam hadn't opened up. Dean had finally decided that Sam would talk to him when he was ready. Dean is cleaning up the bar when Sam steps in. He can tell by the look on his brother's face and his body language that something is up. He reaches behind the bar, grabs a couple of cold beers, pops the tops on them, and pushes one toward Sam. "Dude, you do realize we're in Heaven and ninety percent of your problems can be thought away."
dudeimbatman: (Default)


Dean was not happy. He'd spent the night stewing over it while Sam was in another room with Ruby doing God knows what. Suffice it to say he is unhappy about Sam's reveal of his relationship with Ruby. They'd fought about it last night before Sam stormed out to spend the night with Ruby. Dean had gone to the bar to drink too many whiskeys before he returned to the motel room to see that Sam was still with Ruby.

Breakfast that morning had been an awkward, silent affair in which Dean had spent the morning plotting how they would ditch Ruby. Of course, that idea is squashed when Sam walks Ruby to her car, kisses her (gross), and loudly says "I'll see you there."

Dean grumbles "oh christ on a stick," then gets in the car and shuts the door, cranking the music up as he waits for Sam to join him.
dudeimbatman: (So damn happy)
Thanksgiving had been awesome. Dean had cooked every conceivable Thanksgiving dish and they'd all eaten until they thought they were going to burst. He'd spent the next day in a food coma but had quickly gotten up to speed on getting the bunker ready for Christmas. There had been a shit ton of decorations in storage, but he'd replaced a few lights and added a singing Santa or two.

Ruby had embroidered stockings with everyone's name. She hated embroidery, but she was damn good at it. Jo had contributed a recipe for Christmas punch and one for eggnog. She insisted that they needed to have it regularly so they could tweak the recipe. That way it would be perfect for Christmas Eve. Dean was pretty sure Jo was just enjoying her first real Christmas since God knows when. Dean wasn't complaining. Lucy hadn't stopped baking since the tree had gone up, and didn't show any signs of slowing down.

Ruby was also systematically removing, altering, or replacing everything that said Christmas. The bunker was turning into a politically (or demonically) correct wonderland: Happy Holidays!
dudeimbatman: (Winchester Brothers)
Honesty, if anyone had told Dean he'd be living this sort of life a few years ago, he would have called them a liar. He wouldn't have even believed it of Itinere, but here he is living a practically idyllic life in a weird little magical town. They had Sam's birthday yesterday and for once in his life, he's not dreading Mother's Day. He's actually looking forward to it because Mary is here.

Carmen is working the night shift at the emergency room here (which means she's probably reading or playing games on her phone) and that leaves Dean with a night to himself. After dinner and watching TV with the family, he goes to the Bat Cave to have a beer, wind down and wait for Carmen to get off work. He's there, watching an old black and white horror movie that he's seen a thousand times when Sam walks in. Dean looks up a little surprised. It's not often Sam seeks him out in the evening. "Hey, Sammy. Couldn't sleep? Want a beer?" he offers, gesturing to the small fridge with the cold beer in it (El Sol of course).
dudeimbatman: (Take it easy)
pumpkin lights


Itinere does something every Halloween. It appears like magic on the morning of the 31st then disappears just as magically on November 1st. Sometimes it's more trick than treat, but this year in keeping with Itinere's recent graciousness, Halloween is all treat. The stores are bedecked in black and orange. Skeletons, more cartoonish than terrifying, hang on doors and there are pumpkins aglow with warm light everywhere. Even the foliage has turned red, gold, orange, and brown overnight. The air is just brisk enough to warrant a jacket or a sweater. The town has turned into a Fall Wonderland.

A fall festival has sprung up in the town square complete with rides, games, hot drink stands, and food trucks. Take a hayride or explore the corn maze. Try your hand at a shooting game or ring toss. Even if you lose, every vendor, shop, ride, and stand is handing out candy. You won't leave empty-handed.
dudeimbatman: (BFFs (plus Cas))
In all honesty, Dean isn't certain that he shouldn't cut this fishing trip short, but he's spoken to Sammy a few times and the kid seems to be happy enough. It helps ease Dean's mind that Castiel is there to check on Sammy and report back to Dean.

He's got a fishing line in the water, a little music from an old am/fm radio that has a station playing classic rock, and a beer. His best friend should be showing up any moment, assuming nothing is going wrong at the bunker, and Dean is choosing to believe it's not. After all, they'd call him if there was a need.

HMD

Jan. 3rd, 2015 11:57 am
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How's my driving? Got complaints? Suggestions? Something you're dying to see Dean do? Leave constructive crit, suggestions etc and so on here. Be specific and I'll see what I can do!
dudeimbatman: (Drowning)
[Voice]

Mo--Mary Winchester went back home.

[It's said in that flat, all business, deep voice Dean has. He clicks the device off immediately afterwards. He doesn't want to talk about Mary being gone and right now, he doesn't even want to be in the Impala. It's too close to her. Instead he's going to take his gun, tuck it in his jeans and go 'patrol' the City on foot. It'll be a nice long, thorough walk because he doesn't particularly want to go home either.]


[ooc: Dean is out on foot all over the City. Come kiss him and cheer him up]
dudeimbatman: (Have badge will goof off)
So hey...I'm Dean Winchester and I'm the new chief of police. Some of you know me and you know I'm not great at following the rules or going by the book so I'm not gonna try. We've got people from all over the damn place here and I don't see much sense in imposing my laws on everyone. Not like I paid much attention to them back home anyway. Trying to enforce them here just makes me a hypocritical dick so here's what we're gonna do. The police force is going to try to keep people safe. You guys have got to pitch in because I'm awesome but I can't keep a whole City safe even with an entire police force helping out. That means new law. Real simple:

Don't be a dick.

Yup. That's pretty much it. Don't be a dick.

I know some of you have problems with that. Cas, I'm looking at you, so I'm gonna outline it for you. Don't do anything to anybody that you wouldn't want me to turn right around and do to you. If you're a sick bastard, lemme know right now. Chances are I'm gonna find out about it anyway.

I don't want me or my police officers running around wiping your ass. I've got better things to do like save people so that's what we're gonna try. If you want to pitch in, let me know. We can always use the help.

And don't call me Chief. That's Beckett or Cam. I'm just Dean.

[Police Filter]

If you don't want to work for me, I understand. If you do, I'd appreciate you sticking around.
dudeimbatman: (Have badge will goof off)
Alright, listen up. Creepy ass statue things, don't look them in the eye and don't look away from them. Pair up or stay in groups whatever makes you happy. Don't fall asleep. Get some friggin' coffee. Don't worry about shooting them because you're just gonna waste ammo. Give me or the Police station a call. We'll come baby sit you or take you back to the police station so you can wait with everyone else.

[Dean will be prowling around the City, checking on people, knocking on doors and making sure everyone is safe. Feel free to stop him or run into him anywhere you want, just put the setting in the subject line.]

[Winchester Clan--includes Jess]

Mom, Sammy, Jess, you guys okay?

Cas, I'm figuring you don't have to blink so wanna head over to Mom's house and stare at things?
dudeimbatman: ([Little Dean] Legos)
[The device is nudged and turns on accidentally. There's a sleepy yawn coming from the bundle of blankets on the bed. After a moment a head emerges, the spiky hair and freckled face of a little boy. If one looks closely though, it's clear that this is still Dean. He's simply eight years old today rather than thirty two. He looks a bit confused as he crawls out of bed, barely catching the sweatpants at the waist. They're much too big for him.]

Sam! Sammy!

[He was pretty sure when he crawled into bed that night, Sam was already asleep. He pads into the bathroom.] Sam! Where'd you wander off to?

[And that tone of voice, that is eight year old panic. Dean rushes back into the room and reaches under the bed, grabbing the sawed off shotgun there. Yes, even at eight he kept a sawed off shotgun under the bed.]
dudeimbatman: (Feet Cast in Stone)
[Dean has got a flashlight duct taped to a sawed off shotgun so that he can hold it the right way and still see. There's an army duffel bag thrown over one shoulder and pushed across his back so that it's out of the way. He's definitely creeping through a house that is definitely not his or Mary's. It's Gothic, falling down, dusty, covered in cobwebs and clearly abandoned. Slices of the rooms and hallways he's walking through are revealed in splashes of yellow light from the flashlight-shotgun combo he's rigged.

He stops in one of the larger rooms, sets down the duffel bag, keeping the shotgun pointed in a general direction that's neither his feet nor the ceiling while he rummages in the bag. There's a flash of movement, the device is jiggled and it falls out of his pocket to roll across the floor. There's a ghost rushing at Dean with a scream. It slashes out at him, retreats and then comes in again. Dean fires the shotgun directly at the apparition and it disappears.]


Thanks for not makin' me find the EMF detector.

[He gets a bag of rock salt out and starts salting some doorways and windows when he's done, he picks up the bag, slings it over his shoulder and then grabs the device. He shoves that in his pocket and continues on his way.]
dudeimbatman: (Drowning)
[Dean is approaching this whole thing with a lot of mixed feelings. He knows he could see Sam. He also knows seeing Sam would mean losing him again and as much as he wants to see Sam, he doesn't know if he can handle losing him again. He's a bit grumpy but he's sitting on the hood of the Impala just off the square with a half a tin of Mary's cherry pie and a six pack of beer. He's Sampeople watching.]

Great. One of these weekends again. Don't touch the car without permission. Make a line over there to touch me and I'm way more awesome than Carver Edlund ever imagined.
dudeimbatman: (tired of screwing up)
[Dean flips on the video as he's emerging from building 7. He looks rough, unshaven, exhausted and dirty. He is tired, exhausted and ready for a shower but he's grateful in some ways to be back. He didn't find any of the answers he wanted, just more questions so on the whole, while he's glad he went, the trip was largely unsatisfying.]

So we're back. I hate the damn desert.

Private

Mom, you still here?
dudeimbatman: (Bored now)
[Dean is on a boat. No it's not the start to a joke. Dean is on a boat. He signed up for the expedition to check out the barrier and what's beyond it. He's on the top deck, sitting off away from the others.]

So far, being on a friggin' boat is boring. I shot some kind of fish in the water. Pretty sure it was some kind of giant trout. Hauled it in and thinking about having it for supper. If they can get all the buckshot out of it.

[Note that along with his video there are several viral 'videos' of porn attached. He is unaware of this but the network is getting treated to Busty Asian Beauties.]

[Private to Mary]

You doing alright, Mom? How's my baby?

[And no, Mary isn't spared a bunch of porn either. Sorry Mom!]

[ooc: Dean is cursed. You all get porn.]
dudeimbatman: (I'm thinkin bullshit)
Mom! I'm home! [Dean yells this as he opens the door and prepares for the barrage of brothers and sisters as he goes about hanging up his coat, toe-heeling his shoes off and general 'I'm home' sort of routines.] Sorry I'm late. My favorite sister piled all the paper work for the last week on me.

[Okay to be honest it was all the paperwork he'd been avoiding for the last month week. He really thinks he ought to get special consideration considering the chief is his sister. She has other ideas.]
dudeimbatman: (Slutty)
[Dean is underneath the Impala, legs sticking out, the sound of him sweet talking the car coming in quiet mutterings. He's changing out the fuel filter today and having a bit of trouble with it sticking. After a few minutes it comes free and it puts the new one in. Once that's done, he finishes up and slides out from beneath the car looking for someone to kiss.]


[ooc: Victory kisses curse! Tag your muse in and I'll tag back with Deano completing some mundane sort of task and then kissing your muse. If you've got ideas/suggestions/etc, add 'em into your tag.]
dudeimbatman: (Crazy people do that)
[The scene before you is a chaotic one. The hotel room is in shambles, a wolf is lying on a mattress on the floor and there's a man lying on his stomach passed out. He's got a fresh tramp stamp on the small of his back, a pair of handcuffs dangling from one wrist and he's wearing a sparkley black thong with twenty dollar bills tucked into it. There are also bruises on his body. He snuffles, snores and almost wakes up, his face turned to the camera. Yup that is Dean Winchester and his face looks like he's been beaten as well. He's just gone still again when the screaming of a fire alarm jerks him to his feet.]

Fi--[And then he realizes he's wearing a thong with twenty dollar bills shoved into it.

That's new.

And takes importance over FIRE.]


What the hell?

CAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ooc: The hotel room is on fire because of this post. Action for those involved in the curse. Here is a line up of what happened. They won't remember it--exactly--because this is Vegas, Hangover Style but feel free to have your character have seen the boys doing any of this at all.
dudeimbatman: (Life sucks you know the rest)
[Dean is sitting at the bar of one of the dive bars in the Underground. It's greasy, dirty and just beat up enough to make him feel at home. He's got a glass of whiskey in front of him that he's actually sipping at this time. He looks rough though, unshaven and like he hasn't slept in a week. He's been trying, honestly, but with Sam gone his nightmares have gotten worse. It's like the weeks after Sam jumped into the pit but he doesn't have Lisa and Ben here to get his shit together for. He does have friends like Cameron, who's been bringing him donuts and coffee every day and Ken, who's meeting him for drinks because clearly he needs to get drunk again]


[ooc: Anyone is welcome to show up and poke at Dean. He needs the interaction to pull him out of his slump.]

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