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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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You really want me in the office tomorrow? [He appreciates the round about what of speaking. It works best with him. In fact this is his roundabout way of saying he's likely to do more damage than good at work right now.]

If you think you can handle it. [ The tone is very carefully neutral and without judgement. She would have thought it'd be best for him not to be alone and without something to do. ]

Maybe. [Dean can't think beyond the next hour. Tomorrow is just too much to deal with.]

We'll see. [ She shrugs. ] Have you eaten?

Uh...[He can't remember. He woke up to Sam being gone. He's pretty sure whiskey was the first thing he had that morning.]

Right. I haven't, so how do you feel about Chinese?

[Dean shrugs.] Works for me

Any requests?

[Dean just shakes his head and takes another drink of whiskey. He'l eat anything or possibly the mood he's in, not much at all.]

[ Cameron orders Chinese more often than she'd care to admit, so it's quick. She ordered a bit of everything for him, and her favourite for herself, before settling back on the couch and slowly sipping her wine, quite content to sit in silence. Either he'd speak eventually, or he wouldn't. Either way, this was better than having him shoot at the deities office. ]

[It's a long time before Dean speaks.] You know I made a deal to give him back his life. He wouldn't have been able to leave if I hadn't.

[ Cameron doesn't reply immediately. He probably doesn't want her sympathy, so she pushes her first, instinctual reaction away. ] Do you really believe that?

[It's a pattern right now of the waiting and speaking so he follows it.] I don't know. Might've made it easier.

Maybe. But in the end, if who- or whatever decides whether we're here or not, meant for him to go back, I doubt it made a difference.

[Dean purses his lips, thinking about that. He takes a slow sip of whiskey. He grunts at that but doesn't say anything else.]

[ If she were male, or at least better versed in the art of offering comfort through a punch to the shoulder or such, Cameron would try that. She's not, though, so she just nods and stays silent until the bell rings, announcing the arrival of the food. ]

[Dean digs some money out of his pocket to help Cameron pay for the Chinese. He's pretty content with the silence at the moment though. Sorry, Cameron.]

[ Cameron takes the money, quickly paying the food and setting it down on the table by the couch, before settling down again herself. She doesn't mind the silence too much. ] Dig in.

[He starts to say he's not hungry or that he doesn't want anything but he knows he needs to eat even if he doesn't want to so he nods and starts eating.]

[ She watches him silently for maybe half a minute before turning to her own dish. ]

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