202: Everybody Loves a Clown

[tahirire]

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[dante_s_hell]

Sam (to Dean): I mean this strong silence thing, it's crap. I'm over it.

[tahirire]

Dean: "Dad saved that chick's message for four months?"

[tahirire]

Ash: "You ever git struck by lightnin'? It ain't fun."

Scutt Arrows (spoilers 6x11) - Dean, Death 1/3

[kalliel]

It's a cotton boll, jammed into the spokes of an old barbed wire fence. Dean tries to coax it out, but instead it catches on the scutt arrow and shreds long and wispy. Dean rubs the feeling away like he's shaking off spiderweb, shrugs his coil of rope back up his shoulder

Re: Scutt Arrows (spoilers 6x11) - Dean, Death 2/3

[kalliel]

Time to stand up again. He clamps his good hand around his bleeding arm, using his shirtsleeve as a blotter, and swings his entire body upward. The world spins black for a moment, dancing with flecks of rainbow. So maybe making lunch out of a bottle of whiskey hadn't been such a hot idea. He squeezes harder and tries not to hear the squelch of his sleeve. Makes him think of pink spittle, breath hissing between teeth

Re: Scutt Arrows (spoilers 6x11) - Dean, Death 3/3

[kalliel]

It's not a wall; it's a barbed wire fence. And besides, Dean's pretty sure he could recognize Hell if it was corralled on the other side of a damn fence. That's not Hell. Both sides are exactly the fucking same. It's not Hell, and this isn't Sam.

C'mon, give me more credit than that.

"Believe what you will. This is the wall. And yes, it is the same on both sides. I wonder what that could mean," he says, in his condescendingly smooth storyteller's timbre. Dean knows Death doesn't wonder at all.

Fuck you.And Dean must look exceedingly pathetic, lying there on the ground, choking on his own teeth and breathing what tastes like battery acid, because Death allows him his verbal indiscretions and continues, unprovoked

[tahirire]

Dean: "Planes crash!"
Sam: "And apparently clowns kill!"

Re: The Things He Can Do With a Marker (2/2)

[tahirire]

*slowly dies*

[tahirire]

Sam: "Dean, I cannot believe you told Papasian about the homicidal phantom clown."