Okay, what the hell's goin' on?

S'not like my dad to leave behind such awesome technology- we barely get cable, and judgin' by the rest.... [He trails off.] Nevermind.

Sam??? You out there?

My ass is grass if you don't check in soon.

[The video cuts on to the inside of Dean's pocket, lots of rifling and static can be heard as well as the controlled breaths of Dean himself, running long distance through the forbidden paths although you can't see that's where he is right now. There's a loud pop and some snapping and a hollow 'oof' from Dean making it clear he's fell and then you' ( Read more... )

S'everyone okay?

Seems like the city's half assed management crashes and burns every other week like a damn helicopter without a rotor blade.

I just wanna get a head count and make sure everyone survived impact without any head trauma.

[Private. (Hackable. Dean's not as good with electronics as Sam.)]Used to be about the underdogs ( Read more... )

[All is quiet at about 3AM in the middle of Promenade on the third most level of the eleventh housing building until an audible smack of the headboard against the wall of his bedroom can be heard and then another loud thud resounds as he takes a tumble to the floor out of his king sized mattress. His hand palms his temple after smacking his head to ( Read more... )

[ When the portals pick up the feed, there's a feminine laughter, young, and a matching laughter that's younger still. A young girl, a small redhead, and her mother - none other than Anna - are shown at one of those very small, child's pianos. A few notes are played gracefully by Anna, then clumsily repeated by the child. ] Very good!

[ She ( Read more... )

[Filtered to John and Bobby.]

Y'know... happy father's day, or whatever.

[/filter]

Sam's been out for too long. This hasn't happened in a while.

Need one of you magic folk to lay some hoodoo on him and make him better.

[Dean adjusts the reciever camera of Sam's PORTAL feed over its angled placement on his shelf and points as it starts recording, hits him with the back of his hand against his shoulder, and manages a coy grin.]

[ Sam cringes a little at the slap, giving his brother a look. ] Dude, seriously? You don't have to hit me like I'm some dumb kid. [ ( Read more... )

[Don't mind Dean. He wouldn't even be talking to you if he hadn't rolled over onto his PORTAL and heard it turn on. He sits up, rubs the back of his hand over his face groggily and makes an effort to smooth out his hair but to no avail. There's a shapely lump in the covers beside him but no real clue as to who it is. He gives the camera a smug look ( Read more... )

( Full fail!PSA within. Dean's not very good at pep talks and opening with a joke so this is what you get. Plus he's still pissed, and his hand hurts, he kept it short and to the point. Also, sorry for the spam but this had to be done and I was sick when Luci put his intro up. )

[On the screen appears a very drunk, very disgruntled looking Dean. You'll notice his hair is in complete disarray and there's blood stains on the front of his long sleeved shirt.]

This place is bullshit. [Dean stops a belch and it goes down his chest. It's a very flattering image.If it ain't one thing it's another and I've had up to here with ( Read more... )