67th Hunt [Action | video]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is kind of hiding out this weekend. He's in front of his apartment building, working on the Impala. He peeks out from under the hood to glance at the device.]

No, I'm not that Dean Winchester. The books are crap anyway. Have a good day.

[He's lying of course but fangirls make him crazy]

[ooc: Hit him up with anything. He's from The Man Who Would Be King. Annoy him, spoil him. I'm good with anything.]

Comments

Action

[calledsir.livejournal.com]

[Well he knows his boy anywhere and he goes up to have a look at what Dean has done with it. Not bad but what he says is...]

You taking care of her?

Re: Action

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean practically jumps to attention.] Dad.

[He recovers pretty quickly though.] Uhm...Yes Sir.

Re: Action

[calledsir.livejournal.com]

[He is still looking at the car because this is a car that deserves special attention like that. He gives a nod then looks over at his son.]

Is your brother here too? [Checking in here. They are his boys and he worries no matter how he acts.]

Re: Action

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Yeah. Sammy's here. He's...good. ]Dean's perfectly happy to have his Dad's attention diverted to the Impala.]

Re: Action

[calledsir.livejournal.com]

[He lifts a brow. He caught that hesitation there.] Are you not telling me something?

Re: Action

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Nah. Sammy's good. [He runs a hand over his hair.] This place is just crazy with all the--[Right, Dad doesn't understand fangirls.] crowds. Think Sam's hiding from them.

[action!]

[jeilovesyou.livejournal.com]

[A bespectacled redheaded fan girl is staring, with stars in her eyes. She looks like she might pass out. Instead, she squeals:]

Oh my gods!

Re: [action!]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean knows that squeal. It's sort of a squeal that announces a certain type of person rather than a single person. He looks up from the car, rubs a hand over his face and winces.]

Yeah, it's me. Mentioned the books are bullshit, right?

[jeilovesyou.livejournal.com]

[She scurries forward quickly but cautiously, a look of pure awe on her face.]

Yeah... books... bullshit. Yeah.

[She clasps her hands over her mouth and murmurs something about 'even prettier in person.' But uh, she's not looking at you.]

Oh my gods. Can I... can I touch her?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Automatically, this girl gains some respect in Dean's eyes. He grins, chuckles and then nods.]

Just be careful about fingerprints.

[jeilovesyou.livejournal.com]

[She beams and claps her hands.]

'Course! Wouldn't dream of disrespecting such a beautiful girl.

[She runs one palm lightly and carefully over the black metal, looking utterly wonderstruck.]

Wow... She's really somethin'.

voice; private

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

...hello, Dean.

Re: voice; private

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[The voice makes Dean's head snap up. He recognizes her voice immediately but it takes him a half second to respond.]

Anna? Where are you?

Re: voice; private

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

The cathedral. I think it's the City's idea of a joke.

Re: voice; private

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I'll be over there in a few.

Re: voice; private

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

You don't have to, if there are other people here you need to see...

[stilluphere.livejournal.com]

Dean Winchester's a rubbish name, you know. If you want to be properly famous, you should really think about changing that.

What's with the black four-wheeled house-thing?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

What the hell? And who says I want to be famous?

[He facepalms but he's used to this reaction around the City.] She's a 1967 Chevy Impala, classic American muscle car.

[stilluphere.livejournal.com]

Oh, a car.

[He... doesn't sound like that makes it any more clear to him.]

A bit cozy, isn't it? I can't imagine you have much room to move around in there.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He's giving you a 'You're an idiot' look.]

Backseat's bigger than it looks. [He would know. He's slept...and other things in it.]

[stilluphere.livejournal.com]

[Valentine leans in, peering through the glass into the back seat.]

Naw, that's still rubbish. I bet you can't even fit a proper scullery in there.

audio ][

[blackeyedskank.livejournal.com]

You learned to read? I didn't know they offered Hooked on Phonics to anyone too big to fit into a third grader's desk.

Re: audio ][

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Knew my day wouldn't be complete without the smell of demon bitch.

audio ][

[blackeyedskank.livejournal.com]

They bottle that now. You can pick it up at the mall and roll around in it all you want.

Re: audio ][

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

For the sick freak on your Christmas list.