dudeimbatman: (Crazy people do that)
[The scene before you is a chaotic one. The hotel room is in shambles, a wolf is lying on a mattress on the floor and there's a man lying on his stomach passed out. He's got a fresh tramp stamp on the small of his back, a pair of handcuffs dangling from one wrist and he's wearing a sparkley black thong with twenty dollar bills tucked into it. There are also bruises on his body. He snuffles, snores and almost wakes up, his face turned to the camera. Yup that is Dean Winchester and his face looks like he's been beaten as well. He's just gone still again when the screaming of a fire alarm jerks him to his feet.]

Fi--[And then he realizes he's wearing a thong with twenty dollar bills shoved into it.

That's new.

And takes importance over FIRE.]


What the hell?

CAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ooc: The hotel room is on fire because of this post. Action for those involved in the curse. Here is a line up of what happened. They won't remember it--exactly--because this is Vegas, Hangover Style but feel free to have your character have seen the boys doing any of this at all.
dudeimbatman: (Whiskey)
[Dean is sitting at the bar with an empty glass and a half a bottle of whiskey. He's watching the network instead of paying attention to anything else. He remembers this day and he dreads it and he looks forward to it. There's never any telling who will show up. Finally after a great deal of contemplation he picks the device up]

No. I don't do full frontal. No matter what the Asswipe who writes the books say.

[He considers a moment then amends]

Okay sometimes I do full frontal but not by request.
dudeimbatman: (WTF zombies)
[Dean is walking down the sidewalk when he brings the video up. He has a styrofoam cup of coffee in one hand. He takes a sip of it then looks at the device]

[Private to someone named Eliot that knows Parker | So incredibly hackable. Really]

You know someone named Parker? What the hell is wrong with her?

[/end Private]

Yesterday was--what the--

[And before he can get anything else out there is a carousel horse galloping full speed ahead toward him. He takes a couple of faltering steps back then turns and starts running.]

Anyone want to tell me why the hell there's a damn merry-go-round horse chasing my ass! Isn't it too soon for a curse?

[Still running]
dudeimbatman: (Cock it and pull it)
[The feed shows Dean sitting in a hospital room. He is in a chair, head bent back over the back of the chair. He is snoring and it is the snoring that wakes him up. He actually jumps and scrubs his hands over his face. He glances at the machines hooked up Castiel, the man in the bed then pokes Castiel in the ribs.]

Cas. Hey slacker angel. Wake the hell up.

[And he pokes him again with no effect. If he had a stick he would poke him harder. As it is, he sighs then checks his device to see if he missed any calls or messages. That's when he notices it's on. he shoots it a really nice bitchface and decides to address the network]

Who ever hurt Cas? We will hunt your ass down, we will find you and we will kill you. You don't fuck with Winchesters.

[Private to Anna]

So Cas is hurt. You can probably feel that with your angel mojo. Or you saw the broadcast of his fall. He's in the hospital and I've poked him, read him a story and gotten the hottest nurse I can find to give him a sponge bath. I've got nothing left so let's bury the hatchet. For Cas' sake. Only not in my head. Or my back. Or any part of my body. Okay if you really think I'm that big a dick you can bury it in my thigh. Just avoid the artery.

I need some help, Anna. Cas needs help.

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