59th Hunt [Action || Video]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is out working on the Impala. He's got Zeppelin blasting from the radio, tools spread out and he's wearing an old pair of jeans and tee shirt. The only thing that can be seen of him at first are his legs from the knee down. He pulls himself out from under the car, nabs the device and sits up.]

One of those weekends? Alright hot chicks to the right. Fan boys, go find Sam. Dad, I'm taking care of the car. Mom...forget the part about the hot chicks.

Everyone else, enjoy your stay.

[ooc: Pretty much anything is welcome. Have at it]

Comments

[Action]

[rolling-inmoney.livejournal.com]

...How did you manage to bring that here with you, Dean

Re: [Action]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Made a deal with the deities and don't even think about touching her.

Re: [Action]

[rolling-inmoney.livejournal.com]

Why would I want to?

Re: [Action]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[The look he gives her clearly says 'duh']

Don't tell me you wouldn't love to get your filthy, brother-shooting-hands on me and my baby.

[pettedasnake.livejournal.com]

Which way is the right?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dear God she's dumb and pretty.]

Away from the car.

[Because she's dumb and pretty]

[pettedasnake.livejournal.com]

That's okay. I won't get run over.

[smartmouthscone.livejournal.com]

Nice car.

[The tall teenager radiates coldness and evil and it sounds like this monotone statement is being made almost against his will, but he really means it. Like Dean, Nick has the look and attitude of a bad boy. Unlike Dean, he is a demon if not the judeo-christian hell kind.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean quirks an eyebrow up. Any other day he'd be a lot more concerned about visitors. Today it's just normal.]

Thanks. She's a 1967 Impala.

[smartmouthscone.livejournal.com]

[mumble mumble] Aston Martin [mumble mumble mumble] restoring myself.

[Nick stares at the car. He is experiencing something that almost certainly resembles an emotion.]

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Hot chicks to the right, Dean?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

You can go straight to the back seat, Red.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Real classy, Winchester.

[Action] Have a second Bela!

[itsonlybusiness.livejournal.com]

[admiring Dean's backside as he bends over]

Hello, Dean. Thinking a little highly of yourself aren't you?

Re: [Action] All your Belas belong to me!

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[he spins around, nearly falling on his ass as he does and glares at Bela. Clearly this is her fault]

What the hell! You were checking out my ass weren't you? I know you were.

[Action]

[itsonlybusiness.livejournal.com]

Having a little trouble standing? [smirks openly at Dean's near faux pas, before brushing her hands and getting down to business.]

I wouldn't call it ogling since there really wasn't much else to look at. Of course, the real question here is where am I? I've been to all the major cities and I don't recognize this one in the least.

[dreamsofnormal.livejournal.com]

Why would I want fan boys?

<3

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Sammy [Now that's a face he's glad to see.]

To form a baseball team

[It's the best he can come up with on short notice]

<33

[dreamsofnormal.livejournal.com]

I play soccer, Dean, not baseball.

And it's Sam.

[jackingyourcar.livejournal.com]

Nice ride.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Now this is what he's talking about. She gets an appreciative grin]

You've got good taste.

[jackingyourcar.livejournal.com]

It's a classic. You've obviously kept it in good shape.

What kind of engine have you got on her?

[bringmeacupcake.livejournal.com]

And what do I get for going to the right, aside from an awesome view of your ride?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

My undivided attention.

[bringmeacupcake.livejournal.com]

Dunno about that, your car might get jealous.