I don't believe in little green men

[viva_la_impala]

[The camera clicks on. The angle shows the ceiling and then tilts 90 degrees and falls with a clatter to the floor. Thankfully it's face up, showing us Dean, tied to a chair with a combination of duct tape, shoe laces, silly string, and rope. There's also the inside ribbons of several cassettes strewn festively around his person like streamers. His

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[a_necromancer]

[Anita didn't bother trying to answer Dean, as it was clear his access to the comm unit was tenuous at best. As such, it was only a few minutes before she was rattling the knob to his room. The door swung open without trouble, and Anita simply gazed at Dean for a few moments, trying not to giggle.

Her hair was candy floss pink, the little ringlets making her appear like some busty anime character from a series with way too many tentacles to be healthy.]

All dressed up and no-place to go?

[She walked forward as she spoke, keeping a close eye out for any little aliens.]

I don't think Dean even knows what he's missing with the anime. Especially Tenticle Porn.

[viva_la_impala]

[Dean blinked and stared at the woman in his doorway. She sounded like Anita, but the hair was throwing him for a serious loop. It was like one of those dolls little kids played with in the '80s. No. It was like a cartoon, or a comic book. It defied logic, especially on someone who was usually such a badass.

He paused, gathering his thoughts. An alien must have done this to her. He wasn't sure how, but it must have been pretty permanent for her to have not done anything about it. Apparently she as trying to pass it off with cool nonchalance. After all, she was rescuing him. Who was he to say anything about how she looked. But Dean, being wired the same way for years, just couldn't resist the snarky remark laced with pop culture references that was coming readily to his lips. This opportunity was too good to miss. How often did something so esoteric and hilarious fall in his lap?]

Dig the hair...It's outrageous. Truly...Truly...Truly outrageous.

I can just imagine that conversation. It'd be like a gift from the freakin gods.

[a_necromancer]

[With that priceless, priceless nugget of hilarity, Anita stopped short. Instead of yelling at him, though, she slung out her hip, cocked her head, grinned, and spoke.]

"Being whoever I want to be."

[Which, apparently, did not include helping an alien abductee with too much mouth. She turned on her heel and began to walk right back out of the room.

He'd be drooling on the floor by the time he was done and got over the initial shock and shame.

[viva_la_impala]

[Dean smirks in amusement as Anita goes along with his reference, but the smile melts when she turns to leave. Struggling in the chair he scoots and thumps after her, his one chance at salvation.]

No! Anita! Wait! Come back! Come baaaaack!

[And with a thud he falls over, chair and all, onto the floor. This ups his pathetic appearance considerably.]

Dean has shame when it comes to sex?

[a_necromancer]

[The whine followed by a very satisfying thump to the floor made Anita halt, heave a long-suffering sigh, and retrace her steps. This time, she hoisted Pathetic!Dean to a more-or-less upright position, and grinned.]

"You're damn lucky I have a soft spot for hard-luck cases. How the hell did that thing get the drop on you in the first place?"