Sweet Dreams Ω Open Post

[savingpeople]

[ it's some dingy motel set out in the middle of ass-fuck nowhere, set against the rolling backdrop of the hillbilly countryside. Seriously, this was some major Hills Have Eyes crap going on, and if it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to risk pushing his baby girl through another thunderstorm-slash-tropical-storm-slash-typhoon, he wouldn't have holed him and Sam up here.

but he did, and Sam and he had been forced into separate rooms due to the constraints of living space (seriously, the room wasn't even big enough for a bed, let alone two). Bad enough they had to come in during a thunderstorm, but being separated, too? Yeah, Dean was not liking this at all. ]

You all right there, Sammy? [ he calls out, adding a thump to the wall for good measure. A muffled grumble that sounds a lot like "don't call me that" is his only response and, grinning, Dean settles down for bed.

it's not long before he's knocked out, sprawled out on his stomach as the storm rages outside. ]

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[dimwit]

The hell? I ain't looking to sleep with anyone, let alone a dude. Not my thing... no offense. I just want to be somewhere dry.

[ He sticks his arm between the door and its frame before Dean can get it closed all the way. ]

Just let me stay long enough to figure out a way home and then you're free to go back to sleep or to do whatever it was you were doing.

[ Yuusuke pauses. Just as a measure of safety... ]

And if you decide you still don't want me here, you and my fists can have a little talk to do some convincing. You don't want that, do ya?

[savingpeople]

[ see this face? yeah, this is the face of someone who clearly doesn't give a shit. actually, he looks like he's about to bust out laughing because really? dean's fought monsters bigger than this kid.

but he'll indulge him, for now -- even though the thunderstorm is still hurling buckets of water against the windows, and the wind's whipping around something fierce. ]

Your fists. [ he leans against the door, sizes yuusuke up. ] Fun as that sounds, I'm not really in the mood for any fisting. [ a pause. oh god, he walked right into that one, didn't he?

awkward ]

Since you asked so nicely, though, how about we come up with a different deal? You -- [ he points at yuusuke, then spins his finger around in the air ] -- walk down that way -- [ he's pointing down the highway, into the thick of the storm ] -- and unless you're showing up here with a six-pack and a hot chick, swear never to darken my doorstep ever again. And maybe I'll think twice about kicking your ass into next Friday.

[ he flashes that cocky Winchester grin. ] Sound good?

[dimwit]

[ Okay now he's sure he's as far from home as he could possibly be. Unless the Tokyo suburbs got a new shipment of weirdos overnight, which he wouldn't be surprised with. But this guy was just plain, one-hundred percent douchebag and Yuusuke wouldn't take any of his shit. ]

Look, man, I already told you I ain't into that kinky shit, so your mood wouldn't have mattered either way. I'm starting to get in the mood for an ass-kicking, though I sure as hell know I'm not gonna be the one with his face to the floor. That sounds good to me.

[ He just shrugs, laughing quietly to himself. ]

Wanna try? Dunno if I can hold back enough to not kill ya.

[savingpeople]

[ says the kid who showed up in the middle of the night demanding to be let in. dean was nice to an extent --- usually being around small kids and chicks, but he'd been known to make exceptions -- and sam was a hell of a lot better at all that touchy-feel chick-flick stuff. he's got half a mind to send the kid to sam, but ... yeah. this got personal. ]

Oh, really? [ and he can hear sam in the back of his mind nagging at him, puppy eyes turned on full blast as he tries to mediate between them.

that doesn't keep him from holding the door open, arms held out at his sides. ]

I'd like to see you try.