Dude, I'm batman

[The camera flickers on to show an incredibly drunk, angry and broken Dean. He's at the deity building with a sawed off shotgun. It's clear to anyone that knows him that he's been through Hell--is still going through Hell and it's not the kind he suffered for 40 years. It's worse. This is the kind of Hell he'd sell his soul along with every other soul on earth to keep away.]

COME ON YOU SUNNVABITCHES! THIS WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL!

[He backs away from the front door of the deity office and fires a rock salt loaded shot at the door.]


[ooc: Deities, I'm well aware this may incur some wrath. I'm okay with whatever the deities feel the need to do to him. Residents who want to try and talk him down are welcome. He may or may not respond to the device]

That makes you Lois Lane.

[Dean whips around confused, poised to yell Cas' name. It quickly becomes evident that this isn't Cas' fault. Dean's expression sets solidly to bitch face as he reaches out to put a hand on Sam's shoulder and assure himself his brother is there.]

Sammy, you good?

[Sam jumps a little at the touch, if only because they are suddenly not where they should be.]

I'm good, but. I mean, are we--? Is this the City?

[Dean glances furtively around, twisting to one side and then the other, unwilling to move too far away from Sam.]

Cas? You still here?

[And in glorious, wonderful, City tradition, Dean is promptly, absolutely, defintiely, immediately cursed]

Guess that's my weakness. Loyalty. I know there's damn good evidence that Cas has gone dark side and...he wouldn't do that to me but I gotta say, there's this itch I can't scratch. Like I know I'm being manipulated. Like every damn time some friggin' demon and dick angel uses Sam to get me to play their games.

It's there and I don't want it to be. Cas is our friend. He's saved our asses time and again. He's the only friggin' angel that hasn't betrayed us. He deserves our loyalty.

[He sounds a little like he's trying to convince himself. And Sam's standing there, just staring at him for the entirety of his rant, mostly because he knows otherwise, but also because--.]

Dude. Are you cursed already?

[ooc: Dean and Sam have been out of the City for nearly a week for canon update. They are now updated to 6X20 The Man Who Would Be King during the conversation with Bobby about Superman going darkside and kyrptonite. The violent pink is Sam because Dean is awesome that way]

[The video has been set up to show Dean shooting out at the range. He rapid fires then the camera moves to show every bullet as a bullseye. The camera shifts back and Dean blows 'smoke' off the end of the gun, twirls it good old fashioned cowboy style and tucks it into the back of his jeans. He tilts an imaginary hat up on his head and grins at the video]

[Private to the Deities]

Hey Douchebags, I wanna make a deal.

[Manners, what?]

Anna's gone home.

[Private to Castiel]

Where the hell are you?

[He figures if anyone gets this, it's Cas since the angel always seemed to be the third person in the relationship Dean and Anna had. Not in a Penthouse way, in a weird, freaky, angel way.]

[For anyone wandering around the Hall of the Missing, they'll find Dean sitting in front of Anna's portrait. It's next to Bobby's, Jo's and even Ruby's: like they're own personal tribute to home. He's got a bottle of whiskey, naturally. Any good bye party deserves whiskey.]

Personally I liked it better last year when there were fountains of beer.


[If anyone wants to run into Dean, he's got the Impala parked off the square and he's sitting on the hood, leaning against the windshield with a cooler of beer on the ground next to him, classic rock coming out of the Impala's speakers]

Think we'll see any leprechauns?

[Winchester Filter--includes Cas, Anna and Sam]

Lately this place has been giving me the heebie jeebies. Anyone else with me?

[There’s a bump and a mishmash of mostly dark scenes that seem to be a hallway. The person with the device stops walking and the scene is that of an apartment door. The person stumbles and the device tumbles to the floor. Standing in front of an apartment door with his hands shoved in his pockets is Dean Winchester. He’s very clearly drunk, rumpled and has been at it a while. He's also dripping wet as if he might have capsized the boat he took over here a couple of times. He takes a deep breath and pounds on the apartment door]

Hey! Open up! It’s friggin’ Valentines Day and I wanna...shit...I don’t know what the hell I want but open up.

[ooc: Action for Anna backseatangel Video || Voice open for everyone else]

Bobby Singer went home

[Off Network Thoughts--Written in his hunter's journal]

Yeah I know I ought to be jumping for friggin' joy. Bobby's gone home and he never really accepted this place like me and Sam did. It wasn't a vacation for him. Having Bobby here made this place better. I had everyone important to me here and now it's missing something.

I still don't want to go home. If I weren't already going to Hell when I die--again--I'd say that alone would send me.

[ooc: Backdated to midnight because Dean insisted]

Time stamped 12:02 A.M

[The video pans over the Impala and it is back to it's classic glory all shiny black without a bit of bling or fur in sight. Dean gets inside, turns the ignition and fires the Impala up, listening to it run for a moment]

Listen to her purr like a kitten.

[Why yes he does sound like a man in love]

Also, not funny. Rule #1 you do not fuck with the car.

So what, November we gave blood to appease something bigger than the deities. This month some of us won the lottery and are giving up memories. Guess we're gonna start stoning people or tying them up so some fugly scarecrow can kill us next.

[At last count Dean has been jerked around by God, several angels, Lucifer, Michael, the Crossroads demon, Ruby, Lilith a couple of demons and the people in the town with the apple pie--that's just a rough estimate. The jest of it? He's sick and tired of it. This place he likes. This place is a couple of notches better than home in his opinion But (you knew there was going to be one) there's only so much he'll take lying down. The blood thing started him thinking. He knows a little about sacrifices and what you pay them to. The recent rash of memory loss is just making him think this is another sacrifice to appease something bigger than the deities.]

[Vain attempt to filter away from the deities]

You know what? This is bullshit. We give up blood, memories and they fuck with us 24/7. Pretty sure the balance is screwed. I'm not jonsing to get home but I'm damn sure tired of being jerked around. Anyone else feel that way?