78th Hunt [Voice]

[dudeimbatman]

So hey...I'm Dean Winchester and I'm the new chief of police. Some of you know me and you know I'm not great at following the rules or going by the book so I'm not gonna try. We've got people from all over the damn place here and I don't see much sense in imposing my laws on everyone. Not like I paid much attention to them back home anyway. Trying to enforce them here just makes me a hypocritical dick so here's what we're gonna do. The police force is going to try to keep people safe. You guys have got to pitch in because I'm awesome but I can't keep a whole City safe even with an entire police force helping out. That means new law. Real simple:

Don't be a dick.

Yup. That's pretty much it. Don't be a dick.

I know some of you have problems with that. Cas, I'm looking at you, so I'm gonna outline it for you. Don't do anything to anybody that you wouldn't want me to turn right around and do to you. If you're a sick bastard, lemme know right now. Chances are I'm gonna find out about it anyway.

I don't want me or my police officers running around wiping your ass. I've got better things to do like save people so that's what we're gonna try. If you want to pitch in, let me know. We can always use the help.

And don't call me Chief. That's Beckett or Cam. I'm just Dean.

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If you don't want to work for me, I understand. If you do, I'd appreciate you sticking around.

Comments

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I like it! Badass and to the point.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Dulcs.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

So does this mean you're going to start patrolling The City, protecting its fair citizens?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Who says that's not what I'm doing when I'm driving around in the Impala. [He winks at her when he says this because yeah that's exactly what he's doing.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

At least tell me you've got a fancy badge now.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Hell yes. Fancy handcuffs too.

[He had both before but they're official now.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

What makes the handcuffs fancy?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

They're Chief handcuffs? No fuzzy leopard print on the inside.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Much more manly.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I thought so too.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

So are you excited about this? Being in charge and all that?

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Scared as hell I'm gonna screw this up and a lot of people are going to pay for it.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You're going to be amazing. Come on.

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

'Least until I screw it up.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Why would you think that? You won't screw up.

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Sweetheart, screwing things up is sort of what I do.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

It isn't and you know that.

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

You've only seen a tiny slice of the Dean Winchester show.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Eh, there's only so long she'll talk on this thing when she's only a VORP away from a real life conversation. Plus, it looks like hugs might be needed. He cracks him a smile.]

Do I need to slap you? I've been told I'm very good at it.

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He's used to the VORP so he smirks a little when she does it.]

I'd really rather not.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I'll have to improvise, then.

[Coming up and throwing her arms around his neck before he has a chance to object.]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He goes stock still for a moment then slowly sort of wraps his arms around her waist in a hug that gets tighter over a few seconds.]

Thanks Dulcs.

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She's on her tiptoes to reach him, so she clings a little tighter.]

Buck up, mister. We both know how awesome you are.

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He'll go ahead and lift her up off her feet.]

You've got a point there. [He smirks, squeezes her tight one more time and sets her down.]

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She squeals at getting lifted. Not that she wasn't expecting in. She gives him a kiss on the cheek, making sure to smear him with a good amount of lipstick, before she pulls back.]

Come on. Let's get a pizza.