Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 5, 2017 12:09:08 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON SIX. EPISODE NINETEEN.
Dean sat in the basement at Bobby's house at the workbench, slowly and methodically working his way through the bullet making process. He'd been making his own bullets, along with various other types of ammunition and weapons, since he was probably seven or eight years old so it wasn't the actual work that bothered him or produced the deep furrow of his brow. No, it was the fact that he had just used the last of the phoenix ash and the entire jar, which had looked like quite a bit of ash, had only produced five shells. Five. And if you were going up against the mother of all monsters, five shells did not really seem like a stellar number.
"How you doing?" Sam and Bobby descended the rickety staircase, eyeing Dean with curiosity. "Five shells" Dean griped, setting the final one with the first four. "That's how I'm doing." "Well, you know, it's a hell of a lot more than what we had last week" Sam pointed out with an optimistic smile, which wasn't returned. Instead, Dean heaved a sigh. "Maybe." Sam frowned in confusion. "Meaning?" "Meaning..." Dean took a pinch of the ashes he'd spilled earlier between two fingers. "I just had myself a little mishap a few minutes ago, and, uh, well, here, look." He spread it on his forearm. "Whoa." Sam gave a start of alarm but then settled when nothing happened. Bobby tilted his head to the side, staring. "Huh..." "I mean this stuff is supposed to burn the bejeezus out of Eve, doesn't even give me a sunburn" Dean commented, brushing his arm clean. "The lore says it works" Bobby reminded him. "Oh yeah that's always reliable" Dean snorted. "Well, you know what? Maybe it's like, uh – maybe it's like iron, silver or salt" Sam suggested hopefully. "You know? Hurts them, not us." "Maybe" Dean allowed, standing. "But a fat lot of good it does us 'til we find the bitch."
"I'm looking" Bobby promised, leaning up against the wall and crossing his arms. "But I'm thinking maybe it's time you made a call." Dean looked from Bobby to Sam and then back to Bobby, catching on quickly. "Why does it always have to be me to make the call" he demanded in exasperation. "I mean, it's not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude's busy!" Bobby and Sam's expressions only changed slightly but it, coupled with the faint gust of air, was enough. "Cas, get out of my ass" he exclaimed, whipping around to face the newcomer. Castiel looked confused. "I was never in your..." Dean gave him a look and the angel changed tracks, getting to the reason for his visit. "Have you made any progress in locating Eve?" "We were gonna ask you about that" Bobby admitted while Sam and Dean shook their heads in defeat. "No, I've looked but she's hidden from me" Castiel explained. "She's hidden from all angels." Dean threw up both hands with a heavy sigh.
"Awesome."
Dean sat in the basement at Bobby's house at the workbench, slowly and methodically working his way through the bullet making process. He'd been making his own bullets, along with various other types of ammunition and weapons, since he was probably seven or eight years old so it wasn't the actual work that bothered him or produced the deep furrow of his brow. No, it was the fact that he had just used the last of the phoenix ash and the entire jar, which had looked like quite a bit of ash, had only produced five shells. Five. And if you were going up against the mother of all monsters, five shells did not really seem like a stellar number.
"How you doing?" Sam and Bobby descended the rickety staircase, eyeing Dean with curiosity. "Five shells" Dean griped, setting the final one with the first four. "That's how I'm doing." "Well, you know, it's a hell of a lot more than what we had last week" Sam pointed out with an optimistic smile, which wasn't returned. Instead, Dean heaved a sigh. "Maybe." Sam frowned in confusion. "Meaning?" "Meaning..." Dean took a pinch of the ashes he'd spilled earlier between two fingers. "I just had myself a little mishap a few minutes ago, and, uh, well, here, look." He spread it on his forearm. "Whoa." Sam gave a start of alarm but then settled when nothing happened. Bobby tilted his head to the side, staring. "Huh..." "I mean this stuff is supposed to burn the bejeezus out of Eve, doesn't even give me a sunburn" Dean commented, brushing his arm clean. "The lore says it works" Bobby reminded him. "Oh yeah that's always reliable" Dean snorted. "Well, you know what? Maybe it's like, uh – maybe it's like iron, silver or salt" Sam suggested hopefully. "You know? Hurts them, not us." "Maybe" Dean allowed, standing. "But a fat lot of good it does us 'til we find the bitch."
"I'm looking" Bobby promised, leaning up against the wall and crossing his arms. "But I'm thinking maybe it's time you made a call." Dean looked from Bobby to Sam and then back to Bobby, catching on quickly. "Why does it always have to be me to make the call" he demanded in exasperation. "I mean, it's not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude's busy!" Bobby and Sam's expressions only changed slightly but it, coupled with the faint gust of air, was enough. "Cas, get out of my ass" he exclaimed, whipping around to face the newcomer. Castiel looked confused. "I was never in your..." Dean gave him a look and the angel changed tracks, getting to the reason for his visit. "Have you made any progress in locating Eve?" "We were gonna ask you about that" Bobby admitted while Sam and Dean shook their heads in defeat. "No, I've looked but she's hidden from me" Castiel explained. "She's hidden from all angels." Dean threw up both hands with a heavy sigh.
"Awesome."
