08: [Video] Head Games

[dashboardlite]

 The screen flickers on, resolution grainy for a moment, before focusing.  Audio is garbled until a broad hand comes into view and shakes the camera, and then the sound comes through clear as well.  Dean is up close to the lens, brow furrowed, and then he quirks a broad smile.

"Mornin', ladies and gentlemen," He waggles his eyebrows, moving back

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[itsahotone]

[So Santana was totally going to ignore Dean, because she is SO OVER THAT MESS, but. He's just proving her right with everything he does, and since his secret gayness is the best excuse for a guy to not sleep with her, she can be big and forgive him.

Not that she'll bring any of that up.]

Meat, huh? [Why yes, her plan of action is to pretend nothing ever happened.]

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[dashboardlite]

...that catches him. Dean turns slowly, recognizing the voice and instantly hearing the warning bells going off in his head. The last time they'd done anything together, he and Santana hadn't parted on the best of terms. Probably because he'd refused to have sex with her because she was a minor and she'd called him old and brittle.

Dean quirks an eyebrow, sidling back to the camera and contemplating replying. On the one hand, he could switch to another channel, thoroughly piss her off - she'd deserve it - and remain entirely childish and immature. On the other hand, Dean could act his age for once and take the high road.

Instead, the hunter opts to take the path somewhere down the middle, walking the razor's edge.

"...yeah, sweetheart," He drawls lazily. "Hot, juicy, Grade-A American meat. Since when did you talk to hundred-year-old guys with bad shoulders?"

Oh, he's onto you.

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[itsahotone]

[She waves a hand vaguely, like he's just so silly for even mentioning it.]

Oh, that. I was totally PMSing; don't worry about it. [Why yes, she DID just make it sound like he was the one apologizing. Also, Dean? You're still sounding super gay.]

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[dashboardlite]

He's got a really hard time believing that. Years of dealing with overly emotional women can make one privy to their ways whether one likes it or not. Yet another reason to avoid commitment.

"Right," Dean sounds particularly dubious, but isn't going to argue if she's not spitting at him like a cornered cat. And since when was he worried about her? Aside from the fact that these teenagers get themselves into more trouble than they can really handle...

...and if Dean knew exactly how gay he sounded, his psyche might fracture irreparably.

As things stand, he's still sore about being called old. "Well this ain't the old-folks' home, Santana," Wow, first time he used her actual first name. "And I'm layin' off the liquor right now. Why'd you tune in to the Dean Winchester show?"

There has to be a reason. Teenagers aren't that complex.

[paper_knight]

"Dean, right? If you're offering, I wouldn't mind."

[dashboardlite]

"Mark?"

That was the dude's name, right? It's been a few days since they talked, and the guy'd looked like shit back then. He seems to have gotten better since then.

"Yeah, m'offerin'. You wanna learn?"

[paper_knight]

"Yes."

It's not that he hasn't fired a gun before. But even though nothing actually happened, even though he understands that death here isn't quite what it usually is, Masky's visit has decided him that he can stand to improve his less-than-stellar record.

"I know a little."

[dashboardlite]

"Hm."

Dean considers this seriously for a minute. He could always stand to have someone else knowing how to use a weapon, and he could always use another ally in this godforsaken place, as well. The man doesn't look altogether too intimidating - a bit shifty, but that's nervousness in 'im.

"...all right. 'M gonna head out to that clearing before the woods. What floor are you on again, Mark?"