that's just great // number two

[saltgunning]

You really know how to outdo yourself, Template. Damn, you'd think a city would get tired of being batshit crazy once in a while.

[annoyed Dean is annoyed, standing at a window and watching the rain.]

If I could just get my damn car back, this place might be at least bearable.

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[zombie_pen]

[comes up behind his brother, two mugs of coffee in his hand, pushing one towards the older man]

You mean having your favorite baby brother and a puppy isn't enough?

[saltgunning]

[.. half-snorts his amusement and thanks and takes the cup, using it to warm his hands.]

Oh sure. It's just heaven on earth, Sammy. [spares him a sideways glance] ... but seriously, a little less with the inexplicable crazy and a little more with the hot chicks and this place and I'd get along juuuust fine.

[zombie_pen]

After all the hunting we've done, you'd think nothing would surprise you.

[sips his own coffee, frowning at the rain]

Remember what we'd do back home during days like this?

[saltgunning]

Yeah, you'd think, right? I guess the point is you never stop being surprised. Or you should always be ready. Or what the hell ever.

[half drains his in one go, sighing noisily as he sets it on the sill]

You mean other than me annoying the hell out of you so you'd get your face out of a book?

[ad_perditionem]

Talk to my Dean about it. We have our Impala here, and he...he's kind of itching to get out of our apartment.

[saltgunning]

.. do you even realize the kind of epic bitchfight we might have over who got to drive?

[eyebrow raise.] Anyway, why? Problems?

[ad_perditionem]

Um. Yeah. I...I hate to say this? But I think my brother would win. He's got firepower on his side.

[shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck] More or less.

[saltgunning]

... you mean the kind of firepower not related to shotguns, don't you. Or do you? I don't know how many more surprises I can take as far as your brother is concerned.

Then come on, let's go grab a burger or something. Unless spending more time in my awesome presence would just compound the problem. [strokes his chin, the gesture obviously a bit exaggerated] Not that I care. [grin!]

[2yoraedragon]

Your car's that important to you?

[saltgunning]

Well, yeah. That car's my freaking baby, alright? Who knows what the hell's happened to it with no one around to make sure it isn't getting stolen or scratched up or-- [grumbles.]

[2yoraedragon]

I'm sure your car is fine. [L-lol Ryu does not get your attachment to your car.]

[saltgunning]

It had better damn be, or I will be pissed. [glances sideways at him and notices this fact, so he huffs out a vaguely superior-sounding breath.] Don't worry your little head about it, alright?