49th Hunt [Video || Action] It's a total disgrace, they set the pace, it must be a race

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is sitting at the bar with an empty glass and a half a bottle of whiskey. He's watching the network instead of paying attention to anything else. He remembers this day and he dreads it and he looks forward to it. There's never any telling who will show up. Finally after a great deal of contemplation he picks the device up]

No. I don't do full frontal. No matter what the Asswipe who writes the books say.

[He considers a moment then amends]

Okay sometimes I do full frontal but not by request.

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[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I thought I was part of the crazy shit?

[She slides onto the stool next to him and plucks the glass of whiskey out of his hand. She's worried about him, she has the feeling like he's on the edge of doing something dangerous and he won't tell her what it is.]

This won't help you today, and will only make you ill-prepared if things go badly.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Nah, most of the time you're the sane part of things. [And that's telling in and of itself. He doesn't feel half crazy when he's around her and he doesn't feel like his life is unraveling, what's left of it anyway.

When she takes away his glass she gets an unamused look but he doesn't snag it back. Not just yet]

Shit goes badly and we both know I don't stand a friggin' chance. I can just make sure you, Sam and Cas get out okay. [He can't even do that but he won't admit that.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Dean. [She puts her hand over his.] If something goes wrong today, let Castiel and me handle things, you and Sam get yourself clear.

[She leans over to kiss his cheek, something she never does in public.] Please. I need to know you're not in the middle of their fight.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[It gets his attention and he turns to look at her, a little bit of surprise and maybe some gratitude on his face] I'll get Sam out. I can't leave you and Cas to deal with shit.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[Her hand tightens a little on his.] Dean, you wouldn't stand a chance.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I've heard that before. [He just gives her that little almost smile.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I'm being serious, Dean. [Pause. New emotions, this curse is going to suck.] I don't... I don't want you to get hurt.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah....got it. I'm not going to sit back and watch you get hurt either.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I'm already dead. [She puts her hands alongside his cheeks pulling his face closer.] And I'm better suited to this kind of fight. Stay back, let me cover you.

[The ghost of a smile crosses her lips.] Terminangel, remember. Anna smash.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles a little at that] Did you ever actually watch that movie? Arnie got tore up. I like you in one piece.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I don't see Linda Hamilton anywhere. [She gives him another kiss and tries to pout. It... doesn't really work so she just smiles again.] Please?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[She's way too self sufficient and bad ass to pull off the pout. He sighs, leans in to kiss her and then pulls away a little] You get Cas and you out of there. Let the other angels rip each other apart.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

We'll just try and keep the casualties to a minimum.

[She gives his hand a tug.]

You can't sit in a bar all day, come back to the apartment with me.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean quirks an eyebrow at her then shakes his head as he gets up to follow her. She's got him wrapped around her finger far more than he'll ever admit.]