02 | [accidental visual] | i'm a hound dog
Good afternoon, Taxon. For those who are paying attention to the tablets, there is a visual of a sleeping Dean, passed the hell out in his bed in a one Castle Summers. On his days off, Dean has a tendency to sleep until noon, if he can (sometimes he's interrupted by nightmares) and it seems today is one of those days where yes, it's noon and he still isn't up. That's not going to last very long though, of course. The tablet films for about a full minute, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, a puppy basically kamikazes the bed, landing on Dean's back and barking loudly.
This, naturally, is surprising and very, very shocking to Dean, who wakes up with a loud shout and nearly sends the puppy to the ground as he scrambles up. The tablet manages to get a visual of Dean pointing a small handgun at a dog who is wagging his tail so hard his entire body is shaking back and forth. It takes a second, and then Dean groans, dropping the gun behind him and rubbing at his face.
"C'mon, Zep, what did I tell you about the divebombing?" Dean grumbles at the dog, who promptly jumps up on the bed and starts licking Dean's face. That, admittedly, earns a short laugh out of Dean, and he shoves the dog down on the bed, rubbing at his belly with a small grin. Behold, Dean Winchester, the boy who never had a pet dog.
And for those who are the most observant, right next to where the tablet's chilling on the table there's a photo in a frame propped up. It's a pretty normal picture: a young, smiling blonde woman holding a bundle of blankets that is presumably a baby leaning against a young black haired man holding a toddler boy up on his shoulders. Or at least, it should be a normal picture, but for those who know Dean, it's unusual.
All of this is just sitting out for the random passersby to check out on the tablets, seeing as Dean hasn't realized his pesky piece of technology is recording.
This, naturally, is surprising and very, very shocking to Dean, who wakes up with a loud shout and nearly sends the puppy to the ground as he scrambles up. The tablet manages to get a visual of Dean pointing a small handgun at a dog who is wagging his tail so hard his entire body is shaking back and forth. It takes a second, and then Dean groans, dropping the gun behind him and rubbing at his face.
"C'mon, Zep, what did I tell you about the divebombing?" Dean grumbles at the dog, who promptly jumps up on the bed and starts licking Dean's face. That, admittedly, earns a short laugh out of Dean, and he shoves the dog down on the bed, rubbing at his belly with a small grin. Behold, Dean Winchester, the boy who never had a pet dog.
And for those who are the most observant, right next to where the tablet's chilling on the table there's a photo in a frame propped up. It's a pretty normal picture: a young, smiling blonde woman holding a bundle of blankets that is presumably a baby leaning against a young black haired man holding a toddler boy up on his shoulders. Or at least, it should be a normal picture, but for those who know Dean, it's unusual.
All of this is just sitting out for the random passersby to check out on the tablets, seeing as Dean hasn't realized his pesky piece of technology is recording.