Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 18, 2016 21:04:30 GMT -5
OOC; SEASON SIX. EPISODE TWO.
Dean stared longingly down at the shotgun he was holding, having snuck out to the garage for a few minutes of alone time where he could reminisce and wonder how Sam was doing. After a few minutes of this, and then rearranging some of the other weapons in his arsenal just to be able to touch them again, he reminded himself he was no longer a hunter, put the shotgun back, closed the false lid of the trunk, followed by the real one, locked it up, replaced the keys in the nearest toolbox, tugged the tarp the rest of the way down over the trunk, and scooped up the box labeled "kitchen" which had been his original excuse to get out of the house. They'd moved from Indiana to Wisconsin for a fresh start, away from the madness of that Djinn adventure. Dean had assured them both that it was taken care of and that the move was just a precaution but they would all be completely safe here. Nothing to worry about.
Lisa was unpacking one of the many other kitchen boxes at the counter when he entered. Ben was sitting at the table, propping his chin in his fists. "Got it." Dean set the box down and began to unload it. Lisa glanced over one shoulder at Ben, then crossed to stand beside him at the table. "What's up?" "Nothing" Ben muttered in a monotone. Lisa smiled understandingly. "At least wait until you've checked the place out before you hate it" she requested, as if reading his thoughts. "Open mind, that's all I ask." Ben gave his mother a reluctant smile and rose to his feet. "Yeah alright." He headed for the door. Dean's spine stiffened. "Hey, where's the fire?" Ben shrugged. "I'm just going to check out the block." A horror show of possible monster scenarios in which Ben got hurt raced through Dean's mind. His breath caught in his throat, but he tried to play it off, throwing out the first excuse he could think of. "And let your mom unpack the kitchen by herself? Come on."
Ben trudged back over, taking the coffee pot from Dean and looking around for space on the counter. "We'll go out for lunch later" Lisa suggested, trying to appease Ben's miserable expression. "Scope out the neighborhood." She looked curiously at Dean. "Right?" Dean's smile was strained. "Yeah, sure, sounds like a plan."
~~~
"One cheese, one everything?" The pizza delivery man offered out the two large cardboard boxes with one hand. Dean peered past him into the street to make sure no one was lurking about, then hurriedly slapped two twenty dollar bills into his hand. "Yeah, thanks. Keep the change." The delivery man looked as though christmas had come early. "Thank you sir." He smiled gratefully, pocketed the money, and turned to trot down the stairs. Dean quickly closed the door and bolted it securely. When he turned around, Lisa and Ben were standing in the living room, watching him with odd expressions. He feigned cluelessness. "What?" "I thought we were going out" Lisa reminded him slowly. "Oh yeah." Dean gave a sheepish shrug. "I forgot, I'm sorry." "Sure." Lisa fixed him with another one of her 'not believing a word you're saying but I'm not going to push it right now' looks. "I'll go look for plates." Dean let out a long, deep breath, closing his eyes.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
Dean stared longingly down at the shotgun he was holding, having snuck out to the garage for a few minutes of alone time where he could reminisce and wonder how Sam was doing. After a few minutes of this, and then rearranging some of the other weapons in his arsenal just to be able to touch them again, he reminded himself he was no longer a hunter, put the shotgun back, closed the false lid of the trunk, followed by the real one, locked it up, replaced the keys in the nearest toolbox, tugged the tarp the rest of the way down over the trunk, and scooped up the box labeled "kitchen" which had been his original excuse to get out of the house. They'd moved from Indiana to Wisconsin for a fresh start, away from the madness of that Djinn adventure. Dean had assured them both that it was taken care of and that the move was just a precaution but they would all be completely safe here. Nothing to worry about.
Lisa was unpacking one of the many other kitchen boxes at the counter when he entered. Ben was sitting at the table, propping his chin in his fists. "Got it." Dean set the box down and began to unload it. Lisa glanced over one shoulder at Ben, then crossed to stand beside him at the table. "What's up?" "Nothing" Ben muttered in a monotone. Lisa smiled understandingly. "At least wait until you've checked the place out before you hate it" she requested, as if reading his thoughts. "Open mind, that's all I ask." Ben gave his mother a reluctant smile and rose to his feet. "Yeah alright." He headed for the door. Dean's spine stiffened. "Hey, where's the fire?" Ben shrugged. "I'm just going to check out the block." A horror show of possible monster scenarios in which Ben got hurt raced through Dean's mind. His breath caught in his throat, but he tried to play it off, throwing out the first excuse he could think of. "And let your mom unpack the kitchen by herself? Come on."
Ben trudged back over, taking the coffee pot from Dean and looking around for space on the counter. "We'll go out for lunch later" Lisa suggested, trying to appease Ben's miserable expression. "Scope out the neighborhood." She looked curiously at Dean. "Right?" Dean's smile was strained. "Yeah, sure, sounds like a plan."
~~~
"One cheese, one everything?" The pizza delivery man offered out the two large cardboard boxes with one hand. Dean peered past him into the street to make sure no one was lurking about, then hurriedly slapped two twenty dollar bills into his hand. "Yeah, thanks. Keep the change." The delivery man looked as though christmas had come early. "Thank you sir." He smiled gratefully, pocketed the money, and turned to trot down the stairs. Dean quickly closed the door and bolted it securely. When he turned around, Lisa and Ben were standing in the living room, watching him with odd expressions. He feigned cluelessness. "What?" "I thought we were going out" Lisa reminded him slowly. "Oh yeah." Dean gave a sheepish shrug. "I forgot, I'm sorry." "Sure." Lisa fixed him with another one of her 'not believing a word you're saying but I'm not going to push it right now' looks. "I'll go look for plates." Dean let out a long, deep breath, closing his eyes.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
