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Meltdown

Feb 14, 2011 23:19

Who: Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer
Where: The Garage
When: Late Evening
What: Following the arrival of Alice, Dean loses his cool and takes it out on the wrecks in the garage. Bobby goes in search for his missing truck.

( The jarring sensation of striking the crowbar against the back of the ruined Pontiac didn't phase Dean in the slightest. )

place: garage, character: bobby singer, character: dean winchester, post: closed

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junkyardgrouch February 17 2011, 04:48:52 UTC

"I know you wouldn't have asked for any of this. Hell, we don't ask for anything we end up dealing with. If I had my way, I'd be in a boat, on a lake, just me and a twelve pack of beer." He glanced around, trying to spot the truck while they walked. There wasn't much of his arsenal in it, but what was there would be good to have on him. Especially if things were likely to get as bad as Dean described.

"Maybe a fresh pair of eyes will help find something. All we can do is keep going. We aren't made for giving up."

junkyardgrouch March 5 2011, 02:28:49 UTC

"Hell no. I've got better sense than that." He glanced down the hallway looking for the door marked 209. "Any idea if there's anyone else rooming on this floor?"

raised_fromhell March 7 2011, 05:00:28 UTC

Dean frowned for a second. "I think the other Cardassian is on this floor. He's a tailor but I'm pretty sure the guy's a con like us." He said. "One of the time travelling doctors, that freak Ford. Don't let him ever make you a drink. It's not made with earth booze." He counted off on his fingers. "The Egyptian warrior, Ardeth, from the 1930s is around here somewhere. And uh...Rose. The English chick who was with the other time traveling doctor. He vanished about a week ago."

junkyardgrouch March 9 2011, 17:38:30 UTC

Bobby was attempting to take this all in stride. He was an old man, after all, and had seen his share of weird shit. The things Dean was listing off, though... they were weird to beat all weirdness from before. Aliens, really? He thought they'd cleared that up with the Trickster business ( ... )

raised_fromhell March 10 2011, 04:20:48 UTC

Dean waited by the door for Bobby as he searched the room. For the hell of it, he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled of his EMF, checking it for a response. Nothing happened, as usual.

"I did ward the hell out of my room." Dean said. "Don't know if it does any good. The creepy staff still get in and change the sheets and do the laundry when I'm not looking."

junkyardgrouch March 10 2011, 22:38:24 UTC

"Either way, it can't hurt." Bobby was all about the protective sigils and wards. He couldn't draw a stick figure to save his life, but give the man a book of magical ward runes and he was a regular Picasso.

His examination of the room turned up nothing of particular interest until he noticed the framed photograph on his bedside table. For a moment, he was afraid he'd been 'gifted' a copy of the photo Dean mentioned with Jo and Ellen, but no. He didn't get that lucky.

In his frame was a smiling couple... the blond woman dressed head to toe in white, glowing as all brides in love tended to do, and the man a rugged, smiling man hell, still a boy really in his twenties with a military buzz cut and a look of pure adoration in his eyes. It had been years since he'd seen his wedding photo. As far as he knew, it was packed away somewhere in a storage facility with all the rest of the debris from his married life had settled, out of sight and out of mind ( ... )

raised_fromhell March 13 2011, 15:54:43 UTC

Dean set down the other bag of weapons for Bobby. "Need a hand with anything? I can lay down some salt for you or a few traps." He offered. He would help put away the weapons, but every hunter had their own system to their protection.

junkyardgrouch March 18 2011, 00:49:29 UTC

"Good idea." Bobby dug around in his bag and withdrew a canister of salt. He tossed it to Dean. The weapons arrangement was going to take some additional thought on his part. He didn't have access to hiding spaces like he did back home and the idea of having them all laying out in the open for too long, especially with unexpected visitors entering while he was out as Dean described, was enough to set Bobby's teeth on edge. If they hadn't been already, anyway.

"You know, kid, I'm still half expecting to wake up from all of this. No matter how much weirdness I've seen in my lifetime, this really kind of takes the cake."

raised_fromhell April 12 2011, 21:39:46 UTC

"Been wanting to wake up for the last 12 months." Dean said as he opened a canvas bag and set to work pouring a heavy salt line across the doorway.

junkyardgrouch May 28 2011, 23:29:09 UTC

"Can't quite wrap my head around you being here a whole year. I, literally, just hung up the phone with you a few minutes ago. Well, few hours now." He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face, then took a seat on the edge of the bed. He watched Dean deftly salt each window and door. Sigils and wards could wait a while.

"Anything good ever happen here?"

raised_fromhell May 29 2011, 00:01:13 UTC

"The food isn't so bad." Dean admitted. "And there is lots of booze." He closed up the salt bag and set it aside with the rest of Bobby's stuff. "Some of the tenants are alright. I like Kaylee, she's a real sweetheart, and Dawnie's adorable. Owen and Jud-sorry, Julian, are doctors. You need to meet Ardeth, the guy is like from Egypt in 1933 and I'm teaching him how to drive a car."

junkyardgrouch May 29 2011, 01:01:59 UTC

Food, booze, and women. Dean Winchester's holy trinity. Although, to be fair, that was not exactly a lecherous gleam in his eye when he talked about the girls. It seemed big brother habits died hard.

"1933 Egypt?" Bobby would have a field day picking Ardeth's brain over ancient texts, if that was the case. "How's the driving lessons going?"

raised_fromhell June 15 2011, 00:55:17 UTC

"Haven't gotten around to them yet." Dean replied. "Finding people around here...even if they are still here can be a challenge sometimes. What might be a few days between visits to you could be weeks to someone else. Time is all screwed up here on top of everything else."

junkyardgrouch June 19 2011, 18:35:19 UTC

"Hey, that's swell. I thought things couldn't get any worse." Bobby grumbled, but it wasn't directed at Dean. Bobby intensely disliked situations in which he did not have the upper hand. Usually, when there was a problem Dean couldn't figure out, Bobby had some inside scoop or bit of knowledge somewhere that made the pieces fit together. This time, though, he was flailing along; he was way out of his depth.

"So. We can't get out right now. What do we do in the meantime?" He glanced at Dean. It was a wonder the kid wasn't completely, irrevocably insane after a year of being trapped in one place. If there was one thing Dean Winchester was not, it was a patient man.

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