003 | accidental video

[likemichael]

[When the camera flickers to life, it catches the back end of a conversation as it's being fiddled with, the view of work boots, the voice recognisable to anyone who knows Dean at all.] ...I'm just saying, and what I say goes, because I'm older.

[Dean's motions stop suddenly and sharply.] No freaking way. No freakin' way! Okay, I'm officially on

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[Raven cannot see the car yet but she can mock Dean for considering a car his baby.]

...Family reunion with a car, Dean? I knew there was something off.

[likemichael]

Didn't I tell you me and Sammy were part machine?

[He chuckles a little bit.] How you doing, sweetheart? Got your sea legs yet?

[softenedbyme]

No, it never came up during our conversations. [They were filled with exciting accusations of people eating and then her dying after all.]

...Not both of them. [It's a learning process, Helen tells her.]

[likemichael]

Yeah, we're like Transformers. I'm Optimus Prime. Sam's Bumblebee.

[He gives her a slightly sympathetic noise.] It'll come to ya. And hey, you could get a dog. Or get your boyfriend to help you round.

[softenedbyme]

...I don't know what that means. [She skipped a lot of pop culture, Dean.]

He's not my boyfriend. [And Peter has other things to do and she doesn't want to depend on anyone.

...But it's tricky.]

[likemichael]

You don't? [He can't point out that he's just remembered she's from the 60s because that's breaking a wall.]

Yeah, sure he's not. Anyway, he seems like a good kid, ask him for help, there's no shame in it. Hell, I gotta have Sam help me shave. Can't do it lefty.

[softenedbyme]

I'm assuming it happened after 1962. [Like a lot of things, apparently.]

He's not. [And people need to stop calling him a kid. It makes her feel bad.] He has things to do. Everyone does. I...can learn to manage. How is Sam?

[likemichael]

Well, damn. So, what were the 60s like?

[He snorts at that, but he's not going to say much else on it.] Just don't worry about asking for help. Sam's alright. Grumpy, I guess, not being able to walk and all.

[softenedbyme]

Oh, they were wild.

[So fun, getting to watch Charles have all the fun.]

I bet it's hard...Really hard for him. [She can't see, but at least she can get out of bed on her own (most of the time)...And if Charles couldn't walk...? She doesn't want to think about it.] And for you too...

[likemichael]

Well, they don't call them the Swinging Sixties for nothing.

[He shrugs a little before realising they're on audio.] Yeah, probably. He's not in a good mood. [He just doesn't answer the part about himself. It's another day to him, because he always takes care of Sam, regardless of his condition.]

[softenedbyme]

...Do they really? [How ridiculous.]

Is he usually in a good mood?

[likemichael]

Yeah, that's... what they call it. Don't ask me how it came about, I have no clue.

[A snort.] Sam's more the... deep and thoughtful type. Like a poet only more lame. His good moods are hard to spot, unless you know him.

[softenedbyme]

Maybe it would make more sense in a few years for me. [Oh, Dean.]

Poets aren't lame at all, and Sam seemed...nice.

[likemichael]

Maybe so. Sixties probably didn't start swinging until way later on.

[He chuckles.] Yeah. Yeah, he's nice. A good guy all round.

[softenedbyme]

You seem like it too, when you're not accusing people of eating others.

[likemichael]

[A laugh.] You're gonna hold that over me forever, aren't you?