003 {Video} Failed private to Bobby Singer

[failedparenting]

[The first thing you'll notice it that John looks like absolute hell. He's been floating from bar to bar or at least a day. His clothes are completely rumpled and you can practically smell the whiskey and desperation coming off him.]

Hey, Bobby? I need a favor, bad. [He scrubs a hand across his face, looking completely exhausted.] I need to crash

Comments

private;

[paterelohim]

...Uh, John? Locking this would probably be a good idea.

Re: private;

[failedparenting]

This was a priv- oh, shit.

[A mad scramble to check the message and- yep. Sent it to everyone.]

Everyone. Just saw that.

private;

[paterelohim]

Uh. Yeah. Sorry.

[Y i k e s this is the stuff of Newcomer nightmares.]

You could try filtering it from her and if you're really lucky she won't have seen it yet?

Re: private;

[failedparenting]

[He groans, burying his face in his hands.]

She'll find out eventually.

[Fuck his life.]

private | voice

[makes_asteroids]

...would you like help setting up sortcut keys?

private | voice

[failedparenting]

[Oh, he is exactly the last person John wants to see right now.]

I don't need your help with anything.

Re: private | voice

[makes_asteroids]

[good thing this is voice then, isn't it?]

Really? Because I'd suspect you boy - boys I see - don't want to see this. My children wouldn't.

[So. Very. Calm.]

private | voice

[failedparenting]

They're not your children, so I'd mind my own damn business if I were you.

[This? This is John not giving a shit.]

[Video]

[fairymicrowaver]

[Hard to tell what his expression is right now, but Dean is pinching the bridge of his nose.]

...taking a break. Right. And what's this about something happening to me?

[Video]

[failedparenting]

[What.]

Dean?!

[Those might be tears you see in your dad's eyes, Dean.]

[Video]

[fairymicrowaver]

[Just like mom. Damn, there's a brief moment of shock here then he settles in, and nods.]

I don't remember anything, but yeah. I'm here.

[Video]

[failedparenting]

[Sorry, give him a second to collect himself. He's falling apart like a girl, Christ.]

Where are you?

[So he can hug the shit out of you?]

Video/voiceover

[icanhashearth]

[The video is close-up macro photography of curling vines in soft, even light - in one of the House's underground greenhouses. Tiny green aphids scuttle over the leaves, and glittering droplets of pesticide spray catch the light and refract tiny rainbows. It's beautiful, really. The House's voice is smooth and genderless, not tinny or mechanical at all, with a faintly sulky tone.]

Is it your fault Mary is sad?

Re: Video/voiceover

[failedparenting]

[Of course Mary's friends with the talking house. Of course.]

Uh...no?

Re: Video/voiceover

[icanhashearth]

Are you sure?

[so suspicious]

Video/voiceover

[failedparenting]

Yes.

[Like hell he's going to justify himself to a talking house. Then he realizes he's justifying not justifying himself to a talking house. Time for another drink!]

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[abrotherlikeyou]

True love is a funny thing, isn't it?

Re: [Video//Private//Unhackable]

[failedparenting]

I'd tell you to to go fuck yourself, but I don't like repeating myself.

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[abrotherlikeyou]

I'm going to take the high road here, because you're obviously distressed. [How much more condescending can Lucifer be?]

She made her choices. You jumped into something without knowing the truth. You have every right to be mad, John.

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[failedparenting]

How do you know what happened?