71st Hunt [Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is underneath the Impala, legs sticking out, the sound of him sweet talking the car coming in quiet mutterings. He's changing out the fuel filter today and having a bit of trouble with it sticking. After a few minutes it comes free and it puts the new one in. Once that's done, he finishes up and slides out from beneath the car looking for someone to kiss.]


[ooc: Victory kisses curse! Tag your muse in and I'll tag back with Deano completing some mundane sort of task and then kissing your muse. If you've got ideas/suggestions/etc, add 'em into your tag.]

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[angelsrwatchng.livejournal.com]

[Guess who just choose that moment to show up? That right, it's mom. And she has a tray with two glasses and a large jug of ice cold lemonade.]

Everything alright?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean grabs a rag and wipes his hands on it before approaching his Mom. He grabs her by the shoulders, pulls her in dramatically and then is stopped cold by the tray the lemonade tray is on. The edge of it digs into his chest as he's got his head tilted, lips pursed for a kiss. His eyes go wide as he realizes what he almost did.

Yeah Mom's a babe but she's still MOM. He jumps back with a squeal worthy of a thirteen year old girl.]

Holy mother of God! Jesus Christ Superstar!

[He scrubs his hands over his face and head attempting to scrub his brains.]

[angelsrwatchng.livejournal.com]

[Throughout the whole thing Mary is just stunned. While she wouldn't object to a kiss from her son that's not the kind she'd want. One on the cheek sure but no...

An eyebrow raises at his words but she doesn't chide him.]

Is this a curse?

[It'd be the first one she saw in action.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[This is serious stuff. Creative curses are necessary.]

Yeah. Definitely a curse 'cause you're a babe but you're still my Mom.

[angelsrwatchng.livejournal.com]

[She is trying so hard not to laugh at that and take this all serious-like. Instead she balances the tray with one hand and points to her cheek.]

If it helps I always loved kisses from you planted right here. [Okay, there was a bit of amusement in that sentence.]

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

[Menolly can't figure out what he's doing, so she's leaning down, quietly watching him. Of course, she has a smile for him as soon as he slides out from under the car.]

Should I even ask?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He tightens a bolt underneath the car, slides out feeling very proud of himself and winks up at Menolly before getting to his feet.

There are going to be grease marks when he grabs Menolly by the shoulders and pulls her close, dipping her dramatically as he kisses her.]

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. There's kissing back. Dean likes this curse very much. At least at this moment. He slides his hand to the small of her back and pulls her with him as he takes a couple of steps back toward the Impala until he is against the hood of the car.]

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

That is a truly amazing car.

[Mercy had seen him working and stopped to watch. When he emerged she smiled at him.]

Is it really horrible that I wish you weren't such a good mechanic so I could get my hands on it.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He's just finished changing the oil successfully when he slides out from underneath the Impala with a grin.]

Sorry, nobody touches my baby but me.

[Clearly he doesn't feel that way about himself because he reaches out, cupping Mercy's cheek with one hand and bends to kiss her.]

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

[She was caught completely off guard, but then again, the curse made it somehow seem somehow reasonable. Besides... he was a really good kisser. So she kissed him back.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He draws the kiss out, because that's what Dean does, pushing it until he has to break the kiss in order to take a breath.]

Crap. Sorry. [And he scrubs his hands over his face and hair.]

Heh.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[And there stands Ken, looking down at him from where he's perched on his bike.]

And that would be why I like bikes. You rarely end up under them unless you just suck at riding.

Re: Heh.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean slides out from under the car, still covered in grease from fiddling with the carburetor. He stands up, wiping his hands on his already greasy shirt and leaning in, hands going to the body of the bike.]

Yeah but there's no backseat on a bike.

[Yes, he is leaning in to kiss Ken.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I knew it.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[As soon as Ken pulls away, Dean realizes what happened.]

Oh holy friggin' baby jesus on a stick. I hate this place. I hate curses.

[rehymenator]

[ Castiel wanted to speak with Dean in person about his mother's being in the City. He appears behind Dean, waiting patiently for him to finish whatever it is he's working on at the moment. ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Today has Dean a bit on edge so when he finishes fiddling with the engine--he's underneath the hood now--he jumps a little at seeing Cas standing there. He lets out a deep breath and leans in to kiss Cas.]

[rehymenator]

[ Why is your mouth on his, Dean? ]

What are you doing?

[ Of course, the words come out muffled and a bit awkward seeing as Castiel thinks saying them while Dean's face is in his is the best idea ever. ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

God dammit!

[This curse is out of his mouth the moment he moves away from Cas.]

Curse. I hate this place.

[stopbleepingme.livejournal.com]

Don't see many vehicles around. You some kind of taxi?

[ She will bend down to poke a finger in your shoulder. ]

Hello?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Just a minute almoooooost got--[With a twist of his wrench he pokes his head out from underneath the car, grins and then slides out, grabbing a rag to wipe his hands on as he does. He gets to his feet, still giving her that cocky, Dean Winchester Charm grin]

Not a taxi but I can give you a ride if you want.

[Then he puts his hand to the small of her back, sweeping her closer with a quirk of one cocky eyebrow and leans down to kiss her.]

[stopbleepingme.livejournal.com]

[ She's completely taken by surprise, a little yelp coming out just as Dean makes contact. And oh, it's actually nice if not-- well Dean, you kind of smell like oil and grease. Sure, Donna likes the idea of a rugged man but-- ]

Oi!

[ She pulls away violently and swings her right hand as hard as possible, aiming for that cheek of his. ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[The slap is a surprise. And she slaps hard]

Ow! What the hell?

[This is all Donna's fault. Clearly.]