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68th Hunt [Action | Accidental Video]

[The camera flickers on to show an incredibly drunk, angry and broken Dean. He's at the deity building with a sawed off shotgun. It's clear to anyone that knows him that he's been through Hell--is still going through Hell and it's not the kind he suffered for 40 years. It's worse. This is the kind of Hell he'd sell his soul along with every other soul on earth to keep away.]

COME ON YOU SUNNVABITCHES! THIS WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL!

[He backs away from the front door of the deity office and fires a rock salt loaded shot at the door.]

[ooc: Deities, I'm well aware this may incur some wrath. I'm okay with whatever the deities feel the need to do to him. Residents who want to try and talk him down are welcome. He may or may not respond to the device]

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Winchester.

WHAT?

What do you think that'll achieve?

I'm getting Sam back.

By pissing off the deities?

Whatever works. I want him back.

I don't think threatening them's going to bring Sam back.

You got a better suggestion, I'm willing to hear it.

Yeah, I got one. How 'bout I come by with a bottle of alcohol of your choice, you get properly drunk and sleep it off and tomorrow we actually think about what to do.

[It's a long time before he answers, pacing in front of the deities door, scrubbing his hands through his hair and trying to figure out how he's going to deal with this. He's already had a lot to drink but he could always use more in this case. Finally, he answers her, sounding a bit defeated and thoroughly broken]

Yeah. We'll figure it out together. Put our heads together. [It's as close to an okay as she's going to get.]

[ Cameron doesn't answer that, instead just buying some high percentage alcohol and making her way to where he is. At least that was fairly obvious from the video. ]

Hey, Winchester. [ She's going to pretend that she doesn't see how he's falling apart. ] I'll trade you this for that. [ Lifting the bottle and pointing at his shotgun. ]

[He smirks a little, a bitter sort of smile. He does appreciate the pretending and it earns points in her favor.] You realize I've got more of these.

That one's the one I'm most worried about right now, so gimme. [ She holds out the alcohol to him. ]

C'mon, Winchester.

You're giving it back later. [His tone is pretty much defeated though. He hands off the shotgun and grabs the whiskey bottle.] You coulda splurged for the nice shit. [Of course he's unscrewing the top and already chugging.]

Yeah. [ She takes the shotgun from him and does her best to make sure it's not randomly going to go off. ] Speed you're drinking, it's a good thing I didn't splurge.

You take my gun you don't get to comment on my drinking.

I've got a pot of coffee with your name on it, too, if you'll come along.

[ She smiles, though it's not very happy. ] We'll try to figure something out once you're feeling a little-- once you've calmed down a bit, how's that sound?

Sober is exactly what I don't want to be.

Sober is what you'll need to be if you want to come up with a better idea than shooting at the deities' office, Winchester.

[He takes a sip of the whiskey but he's pretty surly looking] You'd be surprised how well I do on whiskey. [Sober is going to hurt and it's going to be panic and Dean's not entirely sure he can handle that.]

C'mon, let's get off the street. [ And she marches off. With your shotgun. You better follow, Dean. ]

[Yeah he's not liking this whole deal but he grumbles, bitching under his breath and goes along. He doesn't actually have the Impala here. He left it at home for fear the deities would use it to make a deal or a point or punish him.]

[ Don't bitch, Dean. You get to see your boss' apartment from the inside. After she's let them both in, still working on the assumption that Dean will damn well follow, she motions to the couch. ] Make yourself comfortable.

[He hardly even waits for the invitation before flopping down with his bottle of whiskey.]

I have another one, if you finish that one without dying from alcohol poisoning. [ Cameron pours herself a glass of wine in the kitchen before kicking off her heels and settling down at the edge of the couch, curling her legs under her. ]

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