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.]

Comments

[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.]

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I think you should only have to apologize if you do it badly. Given it's a curse and all.

[Mercy smiled a little ruefully, trying to lighten the situation a little.]

So, I guess you're just fine.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean runs his hand over his hair.]

Yeah. Guess so. Thanks.

Guess you didn't get hit with this one?

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

You're the first person I've kissed, but then again, you're the first person I've stopped to talk to today.

[Mercy grinned at him.]

So, I'm guessing no, but I'm not ruling anything out. Still, there are worse curses, I guess.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Hell yeah. As far as curses go, this one is awesome.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

[That got a laugh.]

I don't imagine you have much difficulty with this on non-curse days either.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Now she's just stroking his ego. He shrugs a bit and gives her that smile.]

Depends on my mood that day.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

{Nah, she's just stating what seems obvious. And can't quite help her own smile.]

Uh huh. So, tell me about your baby here. I've heard you talking about it, but I've never seen it.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

She's a 1967 Impala. I built her from the ground up once. She's got a 427 in her.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Nice.

[She walked around the car, carefully keeping her hands in her pockets.]

She's a real beauty.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

She's been with me since I was a little kid. [Because let's face it, Dean fell in love with The Impala when he was about three years old.]

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

[Mercy turned to smile back at him.] That makes her even more special.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Like having part of home here. [Like and part nothing. It is having home here for Dean.] It's why I made a deal to get her here.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

[She nodded.]

If I had something like that - something that almost was home... I'd have made a deal too.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm lucky they let me bring her. You've got a car you're working on though, don't you?

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Yep. Just for fun. A VW Bug. I admit to having a soft spot for Volkswagons. And Kyle's fancy car which model the Mun is currently blanking on from when he was here. And Aya came by for me to check his out the other day.

But this is just really cool.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you keep busy enough.

[He runs a hand over the hood, buffing out a smudge that's not there.]

Yeah. She's pretty sweet.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

[She gave a short laugh.]

Are you kidding? That was my life back home. I'm a car mechanic stuck in a city with almost no cars.

[And shoved all that back down again.]

Yeah. You've kept her beautiful, Dean.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[he winces because clearly this is a sore spot and he can understand that.]

Thanks. Pretty sure Dad would come back from the dead and kick my ass if I didn't.

[Which isn't at all the reason he keeps her in such good shape.]

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

[She suspected it wasn't just because of his dad that he took such good care of the car.]

I'm sorry. When did you lose your father?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's been six years. I'm good. [He waves off her sympathy.]

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

[Personally, she thought losing someone always sucked, but she got it.]

Well, I'm sure he'd be happy with how well you're taking care of her.