He probably could've said something the moment he entered the Sensorium, but where's the fun in that? What? Thought the McNinja's were the only Irish ninjas on board? Think again.
Not that Leon had to try hard to be stealthy with the loud music playing.
Anyway, he waited patiently until Dean reached back for a different wrench, then handed it over.
So here Dean is, minding his own business and totally not paying attention like he should be when Leon speaks up. Not that Dean's losing his touch or anything; technically, he's more on alert than normal, considering the whole demon swamp thing from the mission. This explains why Dean flips around and throws the wrench as hard as he can at whatever had just talked.
It's a good thing Leon has good reflexes. Flying wrenches are usually not fun at close range. Or... any range, really.
"Jesus, give a guy a heart attack, why don't you," Dean grumbles, turning back to his car. "You get a kick out of watching people without them knowing you're there?"
Sam wanders into Dean's sensorium and takes a look around, recognizing immediately the set up as the Singer Scrap Yard, the junk yard owned by John Winchester's long-time friend--and the only father-figure Sam and Dean now have--Bobby Singer. Sucking in a breath, the younger--and taller--Winchester wanders through the yard and over to where Dean is bent over with his head underneath the hood of the Impala.
"You plan on moving in or what?" Sam finally spoke, announcing his presence, and eased himself into a blue vinyl back seat that had been removed from another car and left sitting out in the open.
Dean doesn't jump, he swears. It's not fault he's extra twitchy; in fact, it takes all he has not to chuck another wrench like he had at Leon earlier. Instead, Dean keeps his cool and glances up at Sam, flashing him a grin.
"Nah, just bored outta my skull," Dean replies, straightening up and wiping the grease from his hands. "Not like there's anything else to do here."
"Oh yeah? Try sittin' on your butt in a hospital bed doing nothing but tracing trapezoids day after day," Sam countered in a rather childish game of 'one-up-man-ship.'
He then folds his arms over his chest and it's plainly obvious that Sam is just as bored as his brother is. That or something is bothering him.
"You need any help?" he asked, despite the fact that Sam hadn't the slightest hint of how to fix a car.
"Sounds like hell to me," Dean says agreeably, raising an eyebrow at his little brother. "Don't think anything can beat sitting in a cubicle though, so be glad you're not doing that."
Dean's willing to bet something is bothering the kid, but he knows better than to ask outright, or he'll have to deal with a bitchfit. So when Sam offers to help, Dean gives him a bemused look.
"You want to help. With a car." Dean repeats, and then breaks out into a full grin, totally teasing. "Glad to see you've grown out of the My Little Pony stage, Sammy."
Geoff has no problem moseying into the Sensorium. It's only Dean, after all. The man doesn't seem to mind his presence, and frankly if he started to, Chaucer might not care.
He didn't say anything, and for the moment he bypassed poking the Impala. Or poking Dean.
The boombox had Chaucer's full attention. He wasn't sure what was more fascinating; the music, or the fact that it was coming from a box.
Finally, someone that Dean notices as they come in. Damned ninjas.
Seeing that Chaucer is fascinated by the boombox, Dean pauses in his repairs and reaches for the handy little remote that had come with the machine. Grinning, Dean turns the music way down, and then turns it up again, loudly.
He's still a little sore about Chaucer hitting him. Shh.
Not exactly the reaction Dean was expecting, no, but still funny. Dean's snickering in the background, setting the remote to the side and picking up the wrench again.
"Never would've pegged you as a Zeppelin fan," Dean remarks.
Cielo wanders back towards the Sensoriums because frankly, that seems to be the only place stuff really happens. That, and it always seems to be different every time he goes in there. So we wanders in with wide eyes like a child entering a new toy store.
Funny, for someone who comes from a world called The Junkyard he doesn't actually recognize one when he walks into it.
The former AI was drawn to the sound of music, and it made him grin. He'd only ever heard one song before, and it sounded nothing like that.
Dean's taking a break and generally lazing about in the sun when Cielo comes in. Dean watches him walk through, and approves of the fact that he goes straight for the music. Anyone who appreciates Led Zeppelin has to be some sort of decent.
"Hey. You like Zeppelin?" Dean asks from his seat on the blue vinyl seat his brother had occupied earlier, grinning.
Cielo tilts his head this way and that, peering close at this thing making the music. "Dat's a song, ya?"
It sounds very different from just listening to Sera's gentle singing. Very, very different, but music and rhythm are part of his soul whether he realizes it yet or not.
"What's Zeppelin?" He asks finally, blinking unnaturally blue eyes over at Dean.
Temperance steps into the sensorioum completely expecting her lab to automatically show up. She's a little more than a bit shocked to be stepping into a junkyard. This was not what she wanted.
Her lips turn down and she looks around and it wasn't long until her gaze fell on Dean, who she didn't recognize at first because he's leaning over the engine of a car.
The closer she gets though, the more she's able to see of his profile and then it dawns on her... MULDER.
"You!" she finally says, and she looks a little pissed.
Dean blinks, and... isn't really all that scared. To be honest, he'd forgotten that he'd introduced himself as Mulder to her until right now. In fact, he's actually grinning at her now.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," Dean replies, wiping his hands off with a towel. "And sorry, I didn't know."
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Not that Leon had to try hard to be stealthy with the loud music playing.
Anyway, he waited patiently until Dean reached back for a different wrench, then handed it over.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
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What? It's a reflex.
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"Not bad."
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"Jesus, give a guy a heart attack, why don't you," Dean grumbles, turning back to his car. "You get a kick out of watching people without them knowing you're there?"
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"You plan on moving in or what?" Sam finally spoke, announcing his presence, and eased himself into a blue vinyl back seat that had been removed from another car and left sitting out in the open.
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"Nah, just bored outta my skull," Dean replies, straightening up and wiping the grease from his hands. "Not like there's anything else to do here."
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He then folds his arms over his chest and it's plainly obvious that Sam is just as bored as his brother is. That or something is bothering him.
"You need any help?" he asked, despite the fact that Sam hadn't the slightest hint of how to fix a car.
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Dean's willing to bet something is bothering the kid, but he knows better than to ask outright, or he'll have to deal with a bitchfit. So when Sam offers to help, Dean gives him a bemused look.
"You want to help. With a car." Dean repeats, and then breaks out into a full grin, totally teasing. "Glad to see you've grown out of the My Little Pony stage, Sammy."
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He didn't say anything, and for the moment he bypassed poking the Impala. Or poking Dean.
The boombox had Chaucer's full attention. He wasn't sure what was more fascinating; the music, or the fact that it was coming from a box.
Eventually, he might get up the nerve to poke it.
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Seeing that Chaucer is fascinated by the boombox, Dean pauses in his repairs and reaches for the handy little remote that had come with the machine. Grinning, Dean turns the music way down, and then turns it up again, loudly.
He's still a little sore about Chaucer hitting him. Shh.
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...but at least he could pick the words out a little better. Straightening, he tilted his head to listen.
He wasn't going to mess with the box anymore, but this probably wasn't the dramatic result that Dean planned on.
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"Never would've pegged you as a Zeppelin fan," Dean remarks.
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Funny, for someone who comes from a world called The Junkyard he doesn't actually recognize one when he walks into it.
The former AI was drawn to the sound of music, and it made him grin. He'd only ever heard one song before, and it sounded nothing like that.
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"Hey. You like Zeppelin?" Dean asks from his seat on the blue vinyl seat his brother had occupied earlier, grinning.
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It sounds very different from just listening to Sera's gentle singing. Very, very different, but music and rhythm are part of his soul whether he realizes it yet or not.
"What's Zeppelin?" He asks finally, blinking unnaturally blue eyes over at Dean.
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Which is a shame, really, because Dean can't imagine an existence without music. A lot of the time, it's what keeps him sane.
"Zeppelin's what's playing. Led Zeppelin. They're a band."
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Her lips turn down and she looks around and it wasn't long until her gaze fell on Dean, who she didn't recognize at first because he's leaning over the engine of a car.
The closer she gets though, the more she's able to see of his profile and then it dawns on her... MULDER.
"You!" she finally says, and she looks a little pissed.
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"Yeah, me. What's up, Brennan?"
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Oh yes, she knows your name! And she is not happy with you Dean.
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"That's my name, don't wear it out," Dean replies, wiping his hands off with a towel. "And sorry, I didn't know."
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