RP logs: winchesterbitch
My brother would kill me if I managed to die right now.
Sam: Yes. Yes I would.
Dean: So, it's kinda relieving it isn't happening, right?
Sam: Yeah
Dean: You ok?
Sam: ... Sure. Fine
Dean: ... yeah, when you say it like that, I can almost believe it. Almost.
Sam: *pulls a face at him*
Dean: Uh-huh. Anything new wrong happening in that head o'yours, or just same ol' stuff?
Sam: *crooked smile* Don't we have enough of the same old stuff to deal with?
Dean: You could say that, yeah. What's on top of the list right now?
Sam: *pinching the bridge of his nose* Ruby, actually.
Dean: Oh?
Sam: Yeah. *sighs* I mean... she helped me, Dean. She really did. And ... it means a lot to me that you're willing to get along with her
But that doesn't mean that I'm taking what she says and does for granted. I mean, as much as we don't have going for us.. but why is she on our side? Why is she helping us? She got herself tortured for us, why would she do that?
Dean: *nods carefully* It means a lot to me what she did for you. And... yeah. I dunno. That's kinda what I've been askin' all along, askin' her too. I... *turns his face away for a moment, just briefly* I know she says that bit about remembering what it's like to be human, and that's all well and good but... 'm not sure that's explanation enough for the lengths she's willing to go to.
Sam: *shakes his head* With all that's been happening, all this crazy shit.. there's one person I do trust. And... I don't know. *sighs, leans against the desk*
Dean: *crosses arms, half-glare* Yeah, I trust Bobby too, but you could spare a bit on me, hmm? *so. trying. to joke.* I don't know either, Sammy. She knows something we don't, well, obviously she knows a lot of things that we don't, but I mean... you're important to her.
Sam: *small smile at the half-joke, shakes his head* Yeah, I'm a nifty little toy.
Dean: *moves closer to reach and put his hand on Sam's shoulder* Must be an odd world where you're little. And I think more a tool than a toy. Maybe. *quietly* But I'm glad that you're seein' it too, although I'm sure it's not an fun thing keep seein'.
Sam: *slight smile* It sure is, shorty. *shakes his head* I've never lost sight of it. It just... for a while, there, it didn't matter so much.
Dean: *straight faced* I'll have you know I'm taller than the average percentile for my age. *nods* But it matters again. I don't think you're doing that badly in giving as good as you get, you know. Or rather, taking as good as you give, or whatever. But it's... if the direction she's steering you towards was good, she'd not be keeping it secret, would she?
Sam: *wry* You never know. Good people keep secrets too. But. yeah, I don't know, I don't know what her game is, what she wants... I wish I did. *I wish I didn't feel so alone in this*
Dean: Yeah, but not really when they're trying to get somebody to do something they want him to do, I think. *shakes head, mouth twists for a moment* We'll figure it out, alright? Somehow between of us, we'll figure it out. *tightens fingers over his shoulder, just... didn't want to pour it all on your head.*
Sam: *slow nod, glances over at him* So how come I got the demon and you got the angel, huh?
Dean: Maybe to balance things out-- *can't quite finish that, shakes his head* But I guess I'm sticking to the perky nipples line.
Sam: Dude. I don't want to know abotu you, Anna, and your nipples
Dean: Nah, probably not. But hey, you asked!
Dean: At any rate, neither of us was exactly looking for either of that
Sam: *snorts* Last few years I don't think either of us has gone looking for anything more complicated than a night in or a quiet beer in a bar. And yet we keep running into it
Dean: True 'nuff. At least neither of us is alone in wading way too deep all of a sudden. We both are.
Sam: *snorts* I want my water wings. Too many alligators in this pool.
Dean: Hmm. I wonder if there's a 'gator whistle. Like shark whistles, you know.
Sam: If there is, what are the odds you think we'll get one?
Dean: *puffs his cheeks* None if we don't go looking, I bet.
Sam: *just... laughs. startled, and tired, but it's him and Dean and he can't help it, he likes it* Well, all right. Where do we start?
Dean: *smiles, really smiles at that laughter, damn but it feels good to hear* Hmm. There are those hex bags that Ruby handed out, we could try to see what's different about them that got both demons and angels off our tracks? I mean, really. That's the first thing I've heard of to keep angels away. Sure might come in handy.
Sam: ... *blinks* That's a thought. And if ther'es hex bags... maybe there's something else.
Dean: *okay, he might be almost beaming at that. Not really, but almost. You know.* Mmhmm. I know chances are we won't be able to quite reproduce, what with how witchcraft works, but maybe there'll be some clues. Something more to read on.
Sam: *nodding thoughtfully, obviously seizing on that idea* It's more than we've got now, anyway. With all the literature out there it'd be hard to tell what's real and what's not, but with something we actually know, works... that's great. You want book detail or picking apart the hex bags detail?
Dean: *makes a face, thinking of the charred baby bone stuff, then bravely* I think I can deal with the hex bags.
Sam: *snorts* You just wanna get out of the book research. *teasing, gently* 'kay, I'll start piling up the sources.
Dean: Yeah, yeah. Don't brag about it. I do my share of reading. *so fake grumping.* *nods* Got it.
Sam: Busty Asian Beauties doesn't count.
Dean: *eyes him* Hey, that's not reading.
Sam: ... eew.
Dean: *snorts* C'mon. I was actually agreeing with you.
Sam: Yeah, but... Still, eew.
Dean: *snickers, grips his shoulder tighter again, then moves to get started on those hex bags*
Sam: *makes a face at him, grins, goes plops himself down in front of the laptop to start reading*
Sam: Yes. Yes I would.
Dean: So, it's kinda relieving it isn't happening, right?
Sam: Yeah
Dean: You ok?
Sam: ... Sure. Fine
Dean: ... yeah, when you say it like that, I can almost believe it. Almost.
Sam: *pulls a face at him*
Dean: Uh-huh. Anything new wrong happening in that head o'yours, or just same ol' stuff?
Sam: *crooked smile* Don't we have enough of the same old stuff to deal with?
Dean: You could say that, yeah. What's on top of the list right now?
Sam: *pinching the bridge of his nose* Ruby, actually.
Dean: Oh?
Sam: Yeah. *sighs* I mean... she helped me, Dean. She really did. And ... it means a lot to me that you're willing to get along with her
But that doesn't mean that I'm taking what she says and does for granted. I mean, as much as we don't have going for us.. but why is she on our side? Why is she helping us? She got herself tortured for us, why would she do that?
Dean: *nods carefully* It means a lot to me what she did for you. And... yeah. I dunno. That's kinda what I've been askin' all along, askin' her too. I... *turns his face away for a moment, just briefly* I know she says that bit about remembering what it's like to be human, and that's all well and good but... 'm not sure that's explanation enough for the lengths she's willing to go to.
Sam: *shakes his head* With all that's been happening, all this crazy shit.. there's one person I do trust. And... I don't know. *sighs, leans against the desk*
Dean: *crosses arms, half-glare* Yeah, I trust Bobby too, but you could spare a bit on me, hmm? *so. trying. to joke.* I don't know either, Sammy. She knows something we don't, well, obviously she knows a lot of things that we don't, but I mean... you're important to her.
Sam: *small smile at the half-joke, shakes his head* Yeah, I'm a nifty little toy.
Dean: *moves closer to reach and put his hand on Sam's shoulder* Must be an odd world where you're little. And I think more a tool than a toy. Maybe. *quietly* But I'm glad that you're seein' it too, although I'm sure it's not an fun thing keep seein'.
Sam: *slight smile* It sure is, shorty. *shakes his head* I've never lost sight of it. It just... for a while, there, it didn't matter so much.
Dean: *straight faced* I'll have you know I'm taller than the average percentile for my age. *nods* But it matters again. I don't think you're doing that badly in giving as good as you get, you know. Or rather, taking as good as you give, or whatever. But it's... if the direction she's steering you towards was good, she'd not be keeping it secret, would she?
Sam: *wry* You never know. Good people keep secrets too. But. yeah, I don't know, I don't know what her game is, what she wants... I wish I did. *I wish I didn't feel so alone in this*
Dean: Yeah, but not really when they're trying to get somebody to do something they want him to do, I think. *shakes head, mouth twists for a moment* We'll figure it out, alright? Somehow between of us, we'll figure it out. *tightens fingers over his shoulder, just... didn't want to pour it all on your head.*
Sam: *slow nod, glances over at him* So how come I got the demon and you got the angel, huh?
Dean: Maybe to balance things out-- *can't quite finish that, shakes his head* But I guess I'm sticking to the perky nipples line.
Sam: Dude. I don't want to know abotu you, Anna, and your nipples
Dean: Nah, probably not. But hey, you asked!
Dean: At any rate, neither of us was exactly looking for either of that
Sam: *snorts* Last few years I don't think either of us has gone looking for anything more complicated than a night in or a quiet beer in a bar. And yet we keep running into it
Dean: True 'nuff. At least neither of us is alone in wading way too deep all of a sudden. We both are.
Sam: *snorts* I want my water wings. Too many alligators in this pool.
Dean: Hmm. I wonder if there's a 'gator whistle. Like shark whistles, you know.
Sam: If there is, what are the odds you think we'll get one?
Dean: *puffs his cheeks* None if we don't go looking, I bet.
Sam: *just... laughs. startled, and tired, but it's him and Dean and he can't help it, he likes it* Well, all right. Where do we start?
Dean: *smiles, really smiles at that laughter, damn but it feels good to hear* Hmm. There are those hex bags that Ruby handed out, we could try to see what's different about them that got both demons and angels off our tracks? I mean, really. That's the first thing I've heard of to keep angels away. Sure might come in handy.
Sam: ... *blinks* That's a thought. And if ther'es hex bags... maybe there's something else.
Dean: *okay, he might be almost beaming at that. Not really, but almost. You know.* Mmhmm. I know chances are we won't be able to quite reproduce, what with how witchcraft works, but maybe there'll be some clues. Something more to read on.
Sam: *nodding thoughtfully, obviously seizing on that idea* It's more than we've got now, anyway. With all the literature out there it'd be hard to tell what's real and what's not, but with something we actually know, works... that's great. You want book detail or picking apart the hex bags detail?
Dean: *makes a face, thinking of the charred baby bone stuff, then bravely* I think I can deal with the hex bags.
Sam: *snorts* You just wanna get out of the book research. *teasing, gently* 'kay, I'll start piling up the sources.
Dean: Yeah, yeah. Don't brag about it. I do my share of reading. *so fake grumping.* *nods* Got it.
Sam: Busty Asian Beauties doesn't count.
Dean: *eyes him* Hey, that's not reading.
Sam: ... eew.
Dean: *snorts* C'mon. I was actually agreeing with you.
Sam: Yeah, but... Still, eew.
Dean: *snickers, grips his shoulder tighter again, then moves to get started on those hex bags*
Sam: *makes a face at him, grins, goes plops himself down in front of the laptop to start reading*