Dude, I'm batman

[Voice]

Mo--Mary Winchester went back home.

[It's said in that flat, all business, deep voice Dean has. He clicks the device off immediately afterwards. He doesn't want to talk about Mary being gone and right now, he doesn't even want to be in the Impala. It's too close to her. Instead he's going to take his gun, tuck it in his jeans and go 'patrol' the City on foot. It'll be a nice long, thorough walk because he doesn't particularly want to go home either.]


[ooc: Dean is out on foot all over the City. Come kiss him and cheer him up]

[Dean is on a boat. No it's not the start to a joke. Dean is on a boat. He signed up for the expedition to check out the barrier and what's beyond it. He's on the top deck, sitting off away from the others.]

So far, being on a friggin' boat is boring. I shot some kind of fish in the water. Pretty sure it was some kind of giant trout. Hauled it in and thinking about having it for supper. If they can get all the buckshot out of it.

[Note that along with his video there are several viral 'videos' of porn attached. He is unaware of this but the network is getting treated to Busty Asian Beauties.]

[Private to Mary]

You doing alright, Mom? How's my baby?

[And no, Mary isn't spared a bunch of porn either. Sorry Mom!]

[ooc: Dean is cursed. You all get porn.]

[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?]

[Dean is mid fight and he's got a grin on his face. It's clear he's taken some of his own beatings today. He's got a knife in one hand and he's keeping his distance, lighter on his feet than most people would give him credit for. He waits, circling and watching before he darts in with the knife, dipping low to slice through the connecting tissue of the man's knee. The man stumbles, readjusting his weight and lunches at Dean, grabbing him by the hem of the plaid button down Dean is wearing open over his tee shirt. They grapple for a little while, the man leaning on Dean more than anything. He does get an elbow to the face before Dean pushes the guy off then drops back, giving him a chance to attempt to recover his balance. He's still grinning, hunched over in a defensive position before he lashes out again, nicking the man's main artery. The blood spurts out of his neck as he comes at Dean again, throwing an off balanced punch that makes Dean stumble and lands the man on the ground. He's losing blood fast as Dean leans over and wipes his knife on the guy's shirt. He pats the guy on the chest, dodging to avoid an exhausted, meaty, flailing fist then stands up and walks away.]

Dean Winchester. Bad ass since 1979

[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.

[The device is sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala. For once the music is off. Dean is parked outside watching an impromptu baseball game between a father and his son. He grips the wheel of the Impala tightly so that his knuckles turn white. When he starts speaking it's softly.]

All I ever really wanted was Sam to get a normal life. To play baseball with our Dad. Do boy scout things with him--I don't even know what the hell boy scout things are but I wanted Sam to get to do it. Instead he got me staying up all night 'til I figured out soccer. We were never in one place long enough for Sam to join boy scouts.


People don't appreciate their normal lives. They don't realize how god damn lucky they are so they take it all for granted. I can teach the kid to play baseball later. I can skip boy scouts because there's a meeting next week. I can mow the lawn tomorrow. Or worse they bitch 'cause their lives are boring. They've gotta do this or that or something else.

Screw you all. You got to raise your kids the way you wanted to. You had time with them. You weren't crawling into bed with them holding a loaded shotgun at three in the morning because monsters are real and you're the only one there to protect them. You're not assuring your kid brother that he'll make new friends or stealing a bike that you're gonna have to leave behind when you move again.

[He shakes his head, cranks the car and pulls away from the curb]

It's all bullshit. You ought to appreciate the hell outta what you got.

[ooc: Dean is cursed with envy]