05: [Action] Cherry Pie

[dashboardlite]

[[ooc; Dean and Santana loooool we are so mature]]

[Oh, this is so much better than the Magic Fingers motel bed massager.  Dean can count on one hand the number of times he's had a real massage.  Rolling his shoulders underneath Santana's ridiculously strong fingers - Fuck, cheerleading must be intense - Dean lets out a little, satisfied groan,

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[Video]

[demiurgos_girl]

[Elaine had only caught the last part of the video, the slam of the door catching her attention. She sets the camera on her table, so that she can reply.]

I doubt hell needs any sort of appreciation.

[[ooc: thanks for changing the settings. XD Ahhh and sorry I keep editting this comment.]]

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

[He's been reclining on his bed, not exactly expecting a reply from anyone, now, and lifts his head from the mattress to see...another teenager. Great.]

S'gonna be my permanent address for the rest of eternity in about a month or so, so the least I can do is hope for the freakin' best.

[Considering the fiasco that just happened, he's a little more guarded now.]

[Video]

[demiurgos_girl]

[She frowns.] You're a... lost soul? [That's strange. Elaine suddenly remembers her best friend Mona, who had spent several weeks as a wandering soul. He doesn't look the same as she did.]

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

...a what?

[Dean raises an eyebrow, sitting up a little and propping himself on his elbows to squint skeptically at the camera.]

I'm not a "lost whatever", I just made a deal with some assholes down below. Normally you get a warranty of ten years, but I got one. S'almost up.

[Video]

[demiurgos_girl]

You made a deal with demons? Why? [She's suddenly more conscious about the wings she keeps hidden. The first time she had met demons was the first time she discovered that she had them.]

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

[...Okay, for once he wishes that there were more people in this goddamn place that knew what he was talking about, like this girl. Dean rubs the bridge of his nose, taking a moment to collect his thoughts again. No one's been interested in this sort of thing yet, so it's leaving him at a bit of a loss.]

I had my reasons. [Selfish though they were.] My brother died. He...I had him brought back.

[Video]

[demiurgos_girl]

[She tries to remember what she knows about demons. It's not much.] That sounds like a very good reason. Are you... [She wonders if he's from the same universe, but she doesn't know hot to be sure.] What year are you from?

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

[That's a first. He's not being bitched out by someone for having Sammy brought back. Good start.]

What year? It's 2008. Why?

[Video]

[demiurgos_girl]

It's 2000 for me. We're not from the same time, and we're probably not from the same universe.

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

[...he'd never even thought of asking people about what year they thought it was.]

Holy shit. What the fuck is this place?

[Dean sits up, looking a little pissed off. This isn't a regular haunting. He's not even sure if the house is just possessed anymore. He doesn't know what it is, but it's superseding the powers of all Hell and time.]

...it's gotta be a Trickster. There's nothing else that could screw with people like this. [Mumbling almost to himself, the hunter rubs his chin.]

[Video]

[demiurgos_girl]

[She notices his surprise, remembers her own. Different rates of time in different universes are one thing, but pulling people from alternate realities is something she never encountered until Wonderland.] If only we knew.

A Trickster? [She's curious now, an old conversation forming in the back of her head... the word trickster sounds too familiar.]

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

Yeah, pagan gods who like to screw around with your head. Hugh Hefner type - they like wine, women, and song...and bloodshed. They're friendly, sure, but complete dicks. They serve up just desserts to people 'cause they think it's funny.

[Dean scowls, folding his arms across his chest and runkling his brow.]

I only know one Trickster, but this is his kinda work. Last time I saw him he killed me. Over a thousand times.

[He's only a liiiiittle bitter about that.]