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.

Comments

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

You shot my brother over a rabbits foot. Not to mention selling us out to Gordon and damn near getting us both killed.

Yeah. I'm still on about that.

[rapacious.livejournal.com]

Dean, sweetie, can't you just let that go already? Holding grudges like that can kill a person.

[ Oh wait. You're a hunter. ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Bela, Sweetie, not much in my life that isn't going to kill me. I'm alright with that.

[Exactly]

[rapacious.livejournal.com]

Alright, fine. Remain angry all you'd like. [ Pffcrssh. It's the sound she makes when she's laughing but not really laughing. I just invented a spelling for it. ] You act like an old married woman, you know. And I'm the little girl next door, whose ball crush your precious petunias.

Really, Dean. You'd think you might be happy to see me.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Wanna explain to me why you think happy would be in that equation?

[rapacious.livejournal.com]

It's obvious! We're both attractive people. You do the math.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Sorry Sweetheart but I gotta turn you down. Trust me. It's for your own good.