75th Hunt [Video | Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is approaching this whole thing with a lot of mixed feelings. He knows he could see Sam. He also knows seeing Sam would mean losing him again and as much as he wants to see Sam, he doesn't know if he can handle losing him again. He's a bit grumpy but he's sitting on the hood of the Impala just off the square with a half a tin of Mary's cherry pie and a six pack of beer. He's Sampeople watching.]

Great. One of these weekends again. Don't touch the car without permission. Make a line over there to touch me and I'm way more awesome than Carver Edlund ever imagined.

Comments

[71-chevelle.livejournal.com]

Think I'll pass on th' touchin' thing, Dean. Seems a little personal don't'cha think?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Okay he is happy enough to see Bobby and things have been crap enough here that is now going to hug Bobby. In a manly way.]

Wasn't expecting you to show up.

[browning-baby.livejournal.com]

You certainly have a high opinion of yourself.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean grins because hey hot chick. Also it keeps up the facade.]

I like to tell the truth. I'm Dean Winchester.

[ooc comment is not here]

[starchilde_lost]

ANITA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[greatsacrifice.livejournal.com]

[This is dad. Just over here. Watching over his boy.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Oh God. Dad. He can't do this. He's lost Sam and Mom's here and he told her the truth and give him a few minutes. Finally he nods at John, grabs a beer out of the cooler and holds it out to him in invitation.]

Got some of Mom's pie over here if you want a slice.

[cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com]

Is this the line for kicking your ass?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Biggest Dean smile EVER.]

Only for you Chief.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

[Standing off in the nearby alleyway, there's a familiar face wondering if she'd be intruding and doing damage, or if she's still a welcome sight. She can't seem to make up her mind about it.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean doesn't see her until he moves around to switch the tape in the Impala then he catches sight of a redhead in the alley. He pauses, considering the same question she's thinking about.]

Want a beer?

[dreamsofnormal.livejournal.com]

Dean?

What are we doing here? I thought we were going --

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He chokes up for a second then forces a grin that relaxes into a real one.]

Yeah. Change of plans, Sammy. You okay?

[next-top-zombie.livejournal.com]

Um, excuse us? Who said you could put your shirt back on?

Saw the username. Saw the comment. Connection made. Must...jump in...

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

Oh you have go to be kidding...

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Girls! [That big grin says he's happy to see you again. As long as you're not chomping on him.] There was a thing and I needed a shirt for the thing.

[video]

[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

Not something I'm going to do again.

Re: [video]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Di Di! Good to see you again. Just couldn't stay away from me, could you?

[jeilovesyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, you already know I'm the type who asks permission.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[She gets a big grin.]

Come have a beer and a seat. Maybe some pie.

[gotashortfuse.livejournal.com]

What's so great about the car?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Dude...seriously? Are you blind?

[unicornsbtchs.livejournal.com]

...But she's such a nice car. Ready for a purring.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Okay dude, something about that is just creepy but he can't argue with the logic.]

Yeah but nobody messes with the car but me.

[lovesskeeball.livejournal.com]

[Whoever said God had to be male with a white beard and robe were wrong wrong wrong. This God is currently female-looking wearing a white tutu and flip-flops and walking towards him. There's a big smile on her face as she draws closer and she gives him a wave.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Okay so he thinks the chick walking toward him is a little bonkers but he's seen worse. She's not attacking him or squealing at decibels only heard by dolphins. He waves back a bit and he gives her that 'crazy people do that' look.]

[travelswidely.livejournal.com]

[ But Dean, I am your car. ]

[ ie: have an engine rev that roughly translates to "You tell 'im, Dean." ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Whoa! [And this is concern because he's pretty sure the car shouldn't be revving it's engine on it's own. He slides off the hood of the car and goes around to pop the hood so he can check the engine out.]

What's going on, Baby.

[angelsrwatchng.livejournal.com]

[After everything that's happened today Mary just needs something stable. While she may have only been around the City for a couple of months she'd grown close to her eldest son and knows he'll be here when the others leave. If she feels this way then she can imagine that Dean is too as he's been here longer so here she is, moving to lean against the Impala next to him.]

Crazy weekend.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean is really glad to see her. Yeah he knows she's here for the long run and she's not disappearing with the rest of them but actually seeing her helps him remember that he knows this. He nods and fishes another beer out of his cooler, handing it over to her.]

Yeah. Always is. Dad said he saw you.

[everyonesatree.livejournal.com]

I hope that car's up on it's emissions.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

On it's what? [Green? Dean still thinks it's a color.]

[apoorman.livejournal.com]

You and that bloody car. They have commitment ceremonies for that sort of thing now, you know? You could even get an appearance of Tyra.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

She's way more reliable than any chick.