lazarus_rises

Oh man, this is awesome.

[The fact that Dean's obviously talking with his mouth full? No so much. And that lip-smacking and chewing? What a catch.]

I'm not sure if this is pumpkin or sweet potato, but either way it's getting two thumbs up.

[His voice gets a little softer when he turns his head away from the communicator to talk to whoever's closes to him.]

Is that cherry? Blackberry? Oh yeah, pass me some of that. Hey! Dibs on that last piece of pecan!

So, which one of you ladies has a can of whipped cream in her bedroom? Me and the pies can be there in five minutes. What do you say to a little...dessert after dessert. I've already got my pants unbutton--

Son of a bitch! Put the pecan down and no one gets hurt!

Alright, I've been trying to lay low, but enough's enough. I'm sick of running, I'm sick of hiding, because both things lead to one place -- the woods. And you know what's in the woods? Besides the monsters.

Bugs. Big ugly sons of bitches.

So yeah, I tried to gank one of the gods. And if the other ones wanna punish me for it...turn me into a frog, give me boils, make me imp--

[A breath. Well. Let's not get carried away.]

Fine. Maybe I deserve it. And I know I'm in no position to ask for any favors, but just let me do one thing first. Please. [His voice is strangely genuine with that. But it soon sharpens again.]

And for the douchebag that's running around wearing my brother's face? You might as well put your head between your legs and kiss your ass good-bye. Because I'm coming for you.

Locked to Constantine

Found his key. You still onboard?

If I ask for a favor, how many rounds will it cost me?

Locked to Sam

We've got work to do. No time like the present.

Locked to Ihy

Ihy, right? I heard you liked cool stuff.

Seems like we're making a little progress in the juice department. Now how about working on a decent classic rock radio station? Unless some of you want to toss a couple back and karaoke Metallica or AC/DC.

Man, that's getting desperate.

Elena, I know you've been kind of down for the past few days so...me and you, closing time tonight. How about it? I could do the whole -- Tom Cruise Cocktail thing. Or even better, you could get a couple of your girlfriends together and do the whole Coyote Ugly dance on the bar thing. Right?

Locked to Castiel

Cas, how goes? Any updates?

Locked to Sam

Okay Sammy. What do you think we should do?

Someone mind running everything by me one more time? The last thing I remember was a bunch of girlie mags on the ground and suddenly someone or something's pushing me through that door. Meanwhile, I've got my very own stunt double running around for a few weeks, but is he doing any stunts? Is he breathing fire or jumping off buildings, or even doing any of that douchebag Criss Angel Mindfreak stuff? No. He's hiding under the covers and singing freakin' 'Kumbaya'!

The prayer line is closed, okay? End of story!

Sammy, think fast. What kills fairies? I tried bug spray but I think I just pissed them off.

Elena. I think I finally found that...key to your heart that you were always talking about. Now you can finally make an honest man out of me.

Sammy, thank the Lord that you're here again. I'm at a place called Thorn. There's plenty of room here, if you don't mind it being a den of debauchery. (There's something strange in his voice. Is that...disgust?) You should be able to find it with no problem. I would offer to come and get you, but I figure you're a big boy.

And about those things that are running around drawing all over everything... What's the big deal? So what if they're little monsters. Live and let live, right?


((OOC: SAY GOODBYE TO DOORED!DEAN. The real one expects a beer and a lap dance to be waiting for him.))

Anger. Disappearances. Death. I think the past few days have stretched everyone pretty thin. You know what we really need during times like these?

Prayer.

I'll be holding a prayer circle outside of Thorn at sunrise tomorrow morning. Everyone's welcome to attend. Now some people may say that prayer doesn't change things, but I for one believe that it does.

No matter what happens, you've always got angels watching over you.

I think all that pie has gone straight to my waist. ...Yeah, my jacket's definitely a little snug.

((A sigh.))

Guess it's crunch time.

But first I have to do some cleaning up around here. Come on, this place is a pig sty! There's empty beer bottles sitting all over the place, no one's using a coaster! Stacks of old magazines that need to be tossed out...and there's definitely some stuff that someone could get hurt on around here.

Anyone know where I can get a decent salad? Dressing on the side.

You know what, forget the dressing. I'll just have a nice lemon wedge with it.

Someone cancel my subscription to The Sun. I did not want to see that. And while you're at it, remind the powers that be that I'm still waiting for my first issue of Busty World's End Beauties.

In other news, I feel like the freakin' Orkin man. Am I the only one annoyed by these monster bugs? Why does it have to be bugs? Man, I hate bugs.

Anyway, I heard there was a party so I'm taking the night off. Elena, wanna go? There might be pie.

Someone remind me again why we're just sitting around on our asses? Look, those silver-haired freaks aren't human. I get that. That still doesn't excuse the whole Night of the Living Dead thing that they've got going on with Elena.

((He pauses to see if the mention of her name stirs up anything. And if it doesn't...well, there's always plan B.))

Oh come on! They messed with our alcohol! I know someone's gotta be pissed about that!

((The frustration can clearly be heard in his sigh.))

I'm going to the forge. Sam, if I'm not home by dark, assume that I'm good to be the leading man in the next Romero flick.

((The first few words are a little softer, spoken mainly to himself. His voice sounds tired, but relieved.))

I'd say some good news was long overdue.

Found Aaron, and I didn't even have to go too deep into those tunnels. So I guess you could say that's two good things.

He doesn't look hurt, but someone should probably take a look at him, just to be on the safe side.

Sam, we can head back to Sunde or Prick or The Golden Ass -- whatever Lucy's calling it now. All I care about is throwing back a couple and then crashing for a few days.

Screw the apocalypse! ((Err. Yeah, he just realized what he said.)) ...For now! What matters now is finding Aaron.

And did we leave someone behind in Manhattan? That's just friggin' great.

Elena, Lucy. I'm not coming back to Sunde until he's found, so watch yourselves, okay? In fact, that goes for everybody.

Someone give me an update on the blacksmith shop. Who's running it now that Santa's Little Helper is gone?

...You've gotta be kidding me. No way, not now!

Zachariah! I know you can hear me! You think this place will hold me? I've got news for you, you arrogant fuck, I got away from it before and I'll do it again!

Cas! Where are you! Get me out of here, I've gotta grab Sam!

Ladies. I just want you to know that in spite of everything, you've given me a newfound appreciation for laser tag. Being chased by three women who only have eyes for you isn't a bad way to spend the evening. Let's take it to a mud pit next time.

You know, I'm kind of glad that everything's starting to fall apart. Now I'm not as worried that I'm actually strung up by some djinn who's sent me on a head trip while it drinks my blood. Do you know the kinds of looks you get when you ask someone if they know where to find lamb's blood? No, you...probably don't.

I'm starting to miss Aaron's pie too.

But you know what I've really missed?

((There's the sound of a car's engine struggling to life, the result of hotwiring. A radio search follows and ends on CCR's 'Bad Moon Rising'.))

Oh yeah, driving.

So. I'm off to find rock salt and a few silver tea sets.

Guess who's coming to laser tag.

Not that I owe anyone an explanation, I just can't stand letting a demon have the last word.

You just don't get it, Yuber. Elena isn't still out with anyone. That makes it sound like she should be coming back. You threw her out. What do you expect, that she'd just sit around waiting on your front doorstep until you felt generous enough to let her back in?

She's not any of those names you called her either. The only thing you can call her now is a free woman who can do anything she wants with anyone she wants. And it's what you wanted too. So you should be happier instead of acting like a vindictive teenager.

But I guess I can't expect you to be a man, now can I?

For the record, she never snuck behind your back and did anything. Not with me and I seriously doubt with anyone else. God only knows why, but she loved you. And as for me sneaking behind your back?

((A snort.))

You're gonna believe whatever you want to believe. That seems to be your thing. But let me put everything out in the open and make it just a little harder for you.

Elena. I know it's gonna take you some time to get over this...jerk. I don't know why, sometimes women are a mystery, even to their own kind. But when you're ready, if you'd like to see where things go between us...let me know.

Ruby. I heard you were in town. Man, they really will let anyone in this place.

I'm gonna be gone for a couple of days Sam. Keep an eye on Lucy and Ricky, would you? And don't let you-know-who talk you into anything crazy.

Ready to go Elena?

Oh no, whoever left this rabbit's foot on my bed can just come back here and get it. I'm not touching the damn thing! The last one had a nice little hoodoo curse attached to it. And we can't just go out and buy a new pair of shoes for Sam here.

What makes people think a rabbit's foot is really so lucky anyway? It didn't work for the rabbit.

Besides. Even if I did touch it and it did work, there's no place to buy scratch-off tickets here.

I wouldn't mind a little of that lederhosen stew though.