72nd Hunt [Video || Action]

[dudeimbatman]

Mom! I'm home! [Dean yells this as he opens the door and prepares for the barrage of brothers and sisters as he goes about hanging up his coat, toe-heeling his shoes off and general 'I'm home' sort of routines.] Sorry I'm late. My favorite sister piled all the paper work for the last week on me.

[Okay to be honest it was all the paperwork he'd been avoiding for the last month week. He really thinks he ought to get special consideration considering the chief is his sister. She has other ideas.]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He is still tickling as he carries her toward the living room.]

What? I can't hear you!

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie manages to flail enough to give him a pretty sharp kick to the ribs. May you rue the day your sister started wearing doc martens.]

You're being a meany!

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Well now he's wiggling and twisting but he doesn't drop her until he can do it safely and uncermoniously on the living room sofa]

Dang, Dulce, make sure you kick your boyfriends in the ribs like that when they start getting handsy.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Surprisingly most boys don't try to fling me over their shoulders, Dean.

[She gives him an affectionate poke with her toe.]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's not what I'm worried about. [He smirks at her and shakes his head.]

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[/eyeroll]

What, did Cam tell you about the interrogating room?

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

No! There was an interrogating room?

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Nevermind.

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[heelsandlaw.livejournal.com]

I'll tell you later. [ Yes, Cameron overheard the conversation. They are in the living room. He even gets a conspiratorial smile. ]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Squirt, I'm not gonna need an interrogating room. I'm just gonna start hitting if they get to happy. [He winks at her and plops down on the couch with her, pulling her feet into his lap.]

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[That gets you another poke, Dean]

Who are these imaginary boys you both keep inventing?

And where am I supposed to find them?

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Fair warning for any future boys. [Poor Dulcie Winchester and every boy she ever dates.]