004 | accidental video
[ The video starts abruptly as Dean tosses down his phone on an unseen surface in one of the upstairs rooms, a thud coming as he dumps a bag of unknown objects on the floor and hisses at peeling his shirt off, a bloody wound on his back and a specific tattoo on his chest. ]
Sammy, you need me to stitch anything, or are you good? [ He scratches at his right arm, under the cast, with a knife and pays no notice to the phone recording without their knowledge.
Sam is likewise shirtless when he comes on screen, holding a bloody towel to the area where his neck meets shoulder, wincing slightly as he comes into view. He's got a matching tattoo in a matching spot, and he lifts the towel to check the wound under it, scowling a little bit. ] Nah, it should stop here in a second. Patch it up and we should be good.
Alright. [ He reaches up anyway to take the towel away and have a look, but puts it back right after, giving Sam a fond look. ] Might need you to see if my back needs stitches later. [ Dean looks at his cast and shrugs. ]
[ Sam nods to the knife under the cast. ] What are you doing?
It's itchy. I'm gonna get it off with a power saw. You wanna help? [ He's already getting the saw plugged in and grinning at Sam like it's a toy. ]
No. [ He's giving you that look, Dean. That 'this is a stupid idea and I will in no way condone it' look. ]
I'm gonna do it. Either you can help or I'll do it lefty. [ He sits on the surface the phone is on, his cast in the forefront of the shot as he starts up the saw, regardless of being indoors. ] If I cut my arm off, put it in the freezer, okay?
Dean, no--! [ And Sam dives forward, knocking the phone to the floor and off. ]
(( OOC: You're welcome for the gratuitous shirtlessness, Mandalus. ♥ ))
Sammy, you need me to stitch anything, or are you good? [ He scratches at his right arm, under the cast, with a knife and pays no notice to the phone recording without their knowledge.
Sam is likewise shirtless when he comes on screen, holding a bloody towel to the area where his neck meets shoulder, wincing slightly as he comes into view. He's got a matching tattoo in a matching spot, and he lifts the towel to check the wound under it, scowling a little bit. ] Nah, it should stop here in a second. Patch it up and we should be good.
Alright. [ He reaches up anyway to take the towel away and have a look, but puts it back right after, giving Sam a fond look. ] Might need you to see if my back needs stitches later. [ Dean looks at his cast and shrugs. ]
[ Sam nods to the knife under the cast. ] What are you doing?
It's itchy. I'm gonna get it off with a power saw. You wanna help? [ He's already getting the saw plugged in and grinning at Sam like it's a toy. ]
No. [ He's giving you that look, Dean. That 'this is a stupid idea and I will in no way condone it' look. ]
I'm gonna do it. Either you can help or I'll do it lefty. [ He sits on the surface the phone is on, his cast in the forefront of the shot as he starts up the saw, regardless of being indoors. ] If I cut my arm off, put it in the freezer, okay?
Dean, no--! [ And Sam dives forward, knocking the phone to the floor and off. ]
(( OOC: You're welcome for the gratuitous shirtlessness, Mandalus. ♥ ))