Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 1, 2014 11:59:05 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE SEVEN.
"So...like I said, we're transfers from Ohio...new to the school and looking to join a fraternity. We heard there was an opening here...?" Dean looked from one half asleep college kid to another, waiting for an answer, until one of them nodded, grunted something about room 12 and then passed out. Dean stared at him for an extra minute. His "Thank you" was very insenscere and sarcastic. He gestured to Sam and the two of them climbed the stairs. On the way up, Dean noticed a bra hanging on one of the doorknobs and grinned stupidly like a teenager, obviously imagining what was going on inside. "I should have gone to college too...this looks like fun. No wonder you didn't want to leave."
Sam made a face, picking his way over some spilled cups that smelled like they had once held beer. "This wasn't really my scene. I spent more time at the library." Dean rolled his eyes good naturedly as they stopped outside of the door marked '12'. "Of course you did."
Without knocking, Dean pushed open the door and was greeted by a scrawny guy who was painted entirely purple with the exception of a chunk of his back which he seemed to be having trouble reaching. He abandoned his efforts when he noticed Sam and Dean standing in the open doorway. "Who are you?" "We're your new roommates." Dean plunked himself down in the comfiest of the scattered chairs and picked up a magazine, breezing through it.
"Oh. Well, can you help me paint my back? We've got a huge game tonight against our arch enemies. Gotta have school spirit, you know?" He held out the paintbrush in Dean's direction. Without hesitating, Dean pointed at Sam who was still standing. "You know, he's really the one you want. The things he can do with a paintbrush...what an artist!"
The look on Sam's face was priceless. He glared at Dean for a minute and then sighed and accepted the offered paintbrush. Dean grinned cheekily, selected a piece of caramel from the candy bowl and popped it into his mouth. "So what happened to your old roommate...why is there an opening" Dean asked through a mouthful of caramel with a believeable amount of cluelessness.
The purple kid dropped the volume of his voice dramatically. "He died. Snuffed it right out on nine mile road." Dean widened his eyes. "No kidding?!" "Yeah. He was out there with his girlfriend Lori and"- "Did Lori see anything" Dean interrupted with genuine curiosity this time. The purple kid's voice dropped even lower. "That's the crazy part. She swears up and down whoever attacked Rick was invisible." He snorted. "I bet they were smoking something out there. Poor Lori is going to have a mess of trouble to deal with." "And why's that?" Dean leaned forward. "Well...if she WAS smoking something...I mean...well, she's a reverand's daughter! Smoking and making out are not too high on their priority lists, especially for their only daughters."
"A reverand's daughter, huh?" Dean nodded in thought. "You wouldn't happen to know which church would you?"
"So...like I said, we're transfers from Ohio...new to the school and looking to join a fraternity. We heard there was an opening here...?" Dean looked from one half asleep college kid to another, waiting for an answer, until one of them nodded, grunted something about room 12 and then passed out. Dean stared at him for an extra minute. His "Thank you" was very insenscere and sarcastic. He gestured to Sam and the two of them climbed the stairs. On the way up, Dean noticed a bra hanging on one of the doorknobs and grinned stupidly like a teenager, obviously imagining what was going on inside. "I should have gone to college too...this looks like fun. No wonder you didn't want to leave."
Sam made a face, picking his way over some spilled cups that smelled like they had once held beer. "This wasn't really my scene. I spent more time at the library." Dean rolled his eyes good naturedly as they stopped outside of the door marked '12'. "Of course you did."
Without knocking, Dean pushed open the door and was greeted by a scrawny guy who was painted entirely purple with the exception of a chunk of his back which he seemed to be having trouble reaching. He abandoned his efforts when he noticed Sam and Dean standing in the open doorway. "Who are you?" "We're your new roommates." Dean plunked himself down in the comfiest of the scattered chairs and picked up a magazine, breezing through it.
"Oh. Well, can you help me paint my back? We've got a huge game tonight against our arch enemies. Gotta have school spirit, you know?" He held out the paintbrush in Dean's direction. Without hesitating, Dean pointed at Sam who was still standing. "You know, he's really the one you want. The things he can do with a paintbrush...what an artist!"
The look on Sam's face was priceless. He glared at Dean for a minute and then sighed and accepted the offered paintbrush. Dean grinned cheekily, selected a piece of caramel from the candy bowl and popped it into his mouth. "So what happened to your old roommate...why is there an opening" Dean asked through a mouthful of caramel with a believeable amount of cluelessness.
The purple kid dropped the volume of his voice dramatically. "He died. Snuffed it right out on nine mile road." Dean widened his eyes. "No kidding?!" "Yeah. He was out there with his girlfriend Lori and"- "Did Lori see anything" Dean interrupted with genuine curiosity this time. The purple kid's voice dropped even lower. "That's the crazy part. She swears up and down whoever attacked Rick was invisible." He snorted. "I bet they were smoking something out there. Poor Lori is going to have a mess of trouble to deal with." "And why's that?" Dean leaned forward. "Well...if she WAS smoking something...I mean...well, she's a reverand's daughter! Smoking and making out are not too high on their priority lists, especially for their only daughters."
"A reverand's daughter, huh?" Dean nodded in thought. "You wouldn't happen to know which church would you?"
