Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 16, 2014 11:57:52 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE THIRTEEN.
Dean stared aimlessly at the ceiling of the motel, listening to rock music through the headphones over his ears and enjoying the rhythmic buzz underneath him of the "magic fingers" he'd fed several quarters into an hour ago. It had been at least that long, if not longer, since Sam had left to go interview some crazy local chick who used to be a prostitute and was now claiming an angel told her to kill someone. The girl was certifiably nuts in Dean's opinion. He wasn't even sure what they were doing there. He knew it wasn't an angel, as there was no such thing, but on the off chance it was still something supernatural he knew they needed to check it out. He just wished he could do something other than sit in a locked motel room.
There was a muffled fuzzy sound that sounded vaguely like someone addressing him, but he was in too much bliss to actually open his eyes to seek out the source of the noise. A few seconds later, his foot was being nudged and a much louder, more distinctive "Hey" broke through his padded ears. He lazily opened one eye and then the other before pulling down the headphones, resting them around his neck and giving Sam his attention. "Dude, you have to try this. There really is magic in the magic fingers." Sam gave him a weird look. "Dean, you're enjoying that too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable." Dean shrugged, making a face. "Well what else am I supposed to do?? You've got me on lock down here!" It was surprising how quickly the words, "no! you just stay here" had come out of the younger Winchester's mouth when Dean had offered to accompany him. Now, Sam was just shrugging complacently. "Hey, you were the bank robber on the 11 o'clock news last week. Not me. We can't risk you walking into a government facility right now." Dean rolled his eyes and said nothing, still enjoying the magic fingers' pressure on his back.
Sam rolled his own eyes and moved off into the adjoining bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. A few seconds later, the bed shuddered to a halt, the allotted magic fingers time completed. Dean fished around in his pocket and came up dry. "Aw man, that was my last quarter" he complained, sliding off the bed and following the trail Sam had taken. He leaned against the open door-frame. "Hey! You got any"- "No." Sam's answer was out before all of the question was. Dean stared at Sam for a minute before shrugging and changing the subject. "So you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Sam dried off his face with a towel and straightened. "Yeah. But I'm not so sure she's crazy." Dean raised an eyebrow. "She seriously thinks she was...touched by an angel...and you doubt her insanity?" Sam shrugged uncertainly. "She's living in a locked ward, totally at peace. No fits of rage, no paranoia, nothing. She simply says she was called upon by an angel to kill this man because he was evil." Dean blinked. "Oh yeah. My bad. She sounds perfectly sane."
There was a beat and then he continued dully with, "alright and what about this guy she stabbed? The evil one. Was he?" Sam shrugged, moving past Dean out of the bathroom. "Don't know. I mean...I did some digging. Couldn't find anything. He didn't have a criminal record, he had a steady job at a campus library...he was a churchgoer." "So...then we're back to Gloria being your standard-issue wacko. Wouldn't be the first to off someone in the name of religion, now would she?" He raised an eyebrow in Sam's direction. Sam didn't look convinced. "No she wouldn't" he admitted. "But she is the second in town to kill because an angel told them to. Little odd don't you think?" Dean leaned up against the wall, arms crossed. "Well odd, sure. Supernatural? I'll even give you a maybe on that one. But angels? No." "Why not" Sam pressed and Dean could almost swear he heard a note of desperation in there. He pushed off of the wall, his expression and tone flat. "Because there's no such thing." He couldn't believe they were actually having this debate.
"Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything we've ever hunted" Sam protested. Dean wondered where all this sudden angel love was coming from but instead of asking, he tried to drive home his point with some more sarcasm. "Yeah, and you know what? There's lore about unicorns too! In fact, I hear they ride on silver moonbeams and shoot rainbows out of their ass!" Sam, with a completely straight face, sunk into his seat and deadpanned, "wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" He sounded as though his whole world had just ended. Dean smirked dryly. "Cute." Sam shrugged modestly. Dean went on with a heavy sigh. "Look, I'm just saying man, that there are some things you have to file under 'bullcrap'. Plain and simple."
Sam raised an incredulous eyebrow. "And you have angels on the bullcrap list?" "Yep." Dean felt no need to elaborate but Sam did not share this opinion. "Why?" "Because I've never seen one" Dean finally remarked. This didn't appear to clear things up for the younger Winchester. "So what?" Dean faced his brother. "So I believe in what I can see." Sam snorted in disbelief. "Dean! You and I have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about!" "Exactly, Sam. Seen. With our own two eyes. That's hard proof, ok? And in all this time, I've never seen of anything even remotely close to an angel...besides, don't you think that if they existed, we would have run across one by now?? Or at least met someone who had? This is not an angel. It's a demon or a spirit, just messing around. Finding people a few fries short of a happy meal and convincing them to kill." He nodded firmly, trying to put a stop to this ridiculous angel debate. Sam still did not seem convinced. "Maybe."
Dean rolled his eyes, changing the subject. "Can we just...I'm going stircrazy here man. Can we please check out Gloria's apartment? Something? Anything?" Sam got to his feet. "I just came from there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF..." Dean couldn't resist. "You mean you didn't see any big white fluffy angel wing feathers?" Sam ignored the quip, going on to say seriously, "but Gloria did say that the angel left her a sign. Right next to Carl Gulley's door." So eager to get out of that motel room, Dean slid right over the fact that Sam was still calling this thing an angel. "So let's check his place out."
~~~
Carl's house was not out of the ordinary in any way. It was just a house. But that was only their first impression and they knew something deeper could be lurking. So Dean left Sam to scout the lawn and began to inspect the porch. His eyes fell upon a ceramic angel just to the side of the door. "Hey Sam." He couldn't help himself. "I think I learned a valuable lesson here." He gestured to the angel with a wry smile.
"Always take down your christmas decorations or you'll be filleted by a hooker from God."
Dean stared aimlessly at the ceiling of the motel, listening to rock music through the headphones over his ears and enjoying the rhythmic buzz underneath him of the "magic fingers" he'd fed several quarters into an hour ago. It had been at least that long, if not longer, since Sam had left to go interview some crazy local chick who used to be a prostitute and was now claiming an angel told her to kill someone. The girl was certifiably nuts in Dean's opinion. He wasn't even sure what they were doing there. He knew it wasn't an angel, as there was no such thing, but on the off chance it was still something supernatural he knew they needed to check it out. He just wished he could do something other than sit in a locked motel room.
There was a muffled fuzzy sound that sounded vaguely like someone addressing him, but he was in too much bliss to actually open his eyes to seek out the source of the noise. A few seconds later, his foot was being nudged and a much louder, more distinctive "Hey" broke through his padded ears. He lazily opened one eye and then the other before pulling down the headphones, resting them around his neck and giving Sam his attention. "Dude, you have to try this. There really is magic in the magic fingers." Sam gave him a weird look. "Dean, you're enjoying that too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable." Dean shrugged, making a face. "Well what else am I supposed to do?? You've got me on lock down here!" It was surprising how quickly the words, "no! you just stay here" had come out of the younger Winchester's mouth when Dean had offered to accompany him. Now, Sam was just shrugging complacently. "Hey, you were the bank robber on the 11 o'clock news last week. Not me. We can't risk you walking into a government facility right now." Dean rolled his eyes and said nothing, still enjoying the magic fingers' pressure on his back.
Sam rolled his own eyes and moved off into the adjoining bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. A few seconds later, the bed shuddered to a halt, the allotted magic fingers time completed. Dean fished around in his pocket and came up dry. "Aw man, that was my last quarter" he complained, sliding off the bed and following the trail Sam had taken. He leaned against the open door-frame. "Hey! You got any"- "No." Sam's answer was out before all of the question was. Dean stared at Sam for a minute before shrugging and changing the subject. "So you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Sam dried off his face with a towel and straightened. "Yeah. But I'm not so sure she's crazy." Dean raised an eyebrow. "She seriously thinks she was...touched by an angel...and you doubt her insanity?" Sam shrugged uncertainly. "She's living in a locked ward, totally at peace. No fits of rage, no paranoia, nothing. She simply says she was called upon by an angel to kill this man because he was evil." Dean blinked. "Oh yeah. My bad. She sounds perfectly sane."
There was a beat and then he continued dully with, "alright and what about this guy she stabbed? The evil one. Was he?" Sam shrugged, moving past Dean out of the bathroom. "Don't know. I mean...I did some digging. Couldn't find anything. He didn't have a criminal record, he had a steady job at a campus library...he was a churchgoer." "So...then we're back to Gloria being your standard-issue wacko. Wouldn't be the first to off someone in the name of religion, now would she?" He raised an eyebrow in Sam's direction. Sam didn't look convinced. "No she wouldn't" he admitted. "But she is the second in town to kill because an angel told them to. Little odd don't you think?" Dean leaned up against the wall, arms crossed. "Well odd, sure. Supernatural? I'll even give you a maybe on that one. But angels? No." "Why not" Sam pressed and Dean could almost swear he heard a note of desperation in there. He pushed off of the wall, his expression and tone flat. "Because there's no such thing." He couldn't believe they were actually having this debate.
"Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything we've ever hunted" Sam protested. Dean wondered where all this sudden angel love was coming from but instead of asking, he tried to drive home his point with some more sarcasm. "Yeah, and you know what? There's lore about unicorns too! In fact, I hear they ride on silver moonbeams and shoot rainbows out of their ass!" Sam, with a completely straight face, sunk into his seat and deadpanned, "wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" He sounded as though his whole world had just ended. Dean smirked dryly. "Cute." Sam shrugged modestly. Dean went on with a heavy sigh. "Look, I'm just saying man, that there are some things you have to file under 'bullcrap'. Plain and simple."
Sam raised an incredulous eyebrow. "And you have angels on the bullcrap list?" "Yep." Dean felt no need to elaborate but Sam did not share this opinion. "Why?" "Because I've never seen one" Dean finally remarked. This didn't appear to clear things up for the younger Winchester. "So what?" Dean faced his brother. "So I believe in what I can see." Sam snorted in disbelief. "Dean! You and I have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about!" "Exactly, Sam. Seen. With our own two eyes. That's hard proof, ok? And in all this time, I've never seen of anything even remotely close to an angel...besides, don't you think that if they existed, we would have run across one by now?? Or at least met someone who had? This is not an angel. It's a demon or a spirit, just messing around. Finding people a few fries short of a happy meal and convincing them to kill." He nodded firmly, trying to put a stop to this ridiculous angel debate. Sam still did not seem convinced. "Maybe."
Dean rolled his eyes, changing the subject. "Can we just...I'm going stircrazy here man. Can we please check out Gloria's apartment? Something? Anything?" Sam got to his feet. "I just came from there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF..." Dean couldn't resist. "You mean you didn't see any big white fluffy angel wing feathers?" Sam ignored the quip, going on to say seriously, "but Gloria did say that the angel left her a sign. Right next to Carl Gulley's door." So eager to get out of that motel room, Dean slid right over the fact that Sam was still calling this thing an angel. "So let's check his place out."
~~~
Carl's house was not out of the ordinary in any way. It was just a house. But that was only their first impression and they knew something deeper could be lurking. So Dean left Sam to scout the lawn and began to inspect the porch. His eyes fell upon a ceramic angel just to the side of the door. "Hey Sam." He couldn't help himself. "I think I learned a valuable lesson here." He gestured to the angel with a wry smile.
"Always take down your christmas decorations or you'll be filleted by a hooker from God."
