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[Log] Boy Melodrama Scene - Backdated to Mid-January - Dean & Sam
The boy melodrama scene... You know the scene where the boys get together and they're driving or leaning against Baby, drinking a beer, sharing their feelings.
Day 1
The view from the hallway into Dean’s room was a picture of a man determined to get the magic off his room. He knew it was magic because no matter what he did, it returned. “Try this, bitch.” He said through gritted teeth as he put another ingredient in the dish. He’d tried moving but found himself right back in his room. He’d tried sigils to summon first demons and then angels. Neither appeared. The next step for Dean was dealing with magic.
He’d thought about Pike and her spell to talk to him through thoughts. It had creeped him the hell out and that not being able to happen in the room was an added bonus. Sam would be surprised that he sometimes actually listened to him when he used to drone on about what he’d found in the Men of Letters books. This was one of those. A Magic Dampening spell. It was ironic using magic to dampen magic, but if it made his room less horrific to look at, he was all for it.
It was late when Sam finally made it out of bed but anyone who knew him would see it wasn't because he'd slept all that time. He looked...loose, comfortable in his skin, confident, and even something approaching happy. Which was why he held a mug of coffee at his opposite elbow, arms crossed, where he leaned against the doorframe of the room across the hall watching his problem.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked, eventually, after a sip of life-giving coffee.
Dean glanced up from what he was doing and took in the relaxed Sam standing in the door frame, knowing instantly the why of it. Sexy brunette must be good for his brother. "I'm gonna unmagic this son of a bitch." He put the last ingredient in the dish and brought out a knife to cut the palm of his hand. "It's a spell to dampen magic. Works great. Figured I'd try it on this Pink Puke Palace and get my room to look normal." If it worked to dampen this shit, he might try it on other rooms. Hell maybe he'd rent himself out to undo the room decorating. He knew for a fact Sunny, his first welcome wagon, would want it.
"Not gonna happen," Sam pointed out calmly without unfolding or even really pausing in drinking his coffee. "The Inn's full of wizards and sorceresses. If it could be done, one of them would've done it already. But since you're not going to take my word for that, you might as well make it useful and teach me the spell while you're at it." Henry had been planning to, but he hadn't gotten around to it.
"This spells stops all magic which means witches and wizards can't use their magic so they probably don't have this in their spell books." Sadly it didn't work on witches themselves, but witch killing bullets and bombs did. Thank you Bobby Singer for those. Dean held out the bowl for Sam to see the ingredients. "It's pretty easy." He smirked, "but that's a given since I can do it." And he didn't really pay attention to this kind of shit like Sam did.
"You'd be surprised." Warding circles and magic suppression were standard kit for any kind of magic user who fought other magic users. But Dean would rather believe that he could use it to keep witches at bay than think about the fact that, "Lots of magic users in the inn. Most of them seem to be trained with weapons, too."
That got Dean's attention and he set the bowl down for a moment. "Seriously? They use weapons, too? That's just great." The sarcasm was very clear. Since Sam was before Bobby showed them how to make a witch killing potion and then Sam had got the brilliant idea of putting it into hollow point bullets, Dean was sure Sam wouldn't have any in his supply. Which meant Dean would have to get to work to make some witch killing bullets for his brother, their mom and him - just in case.
"Okay, I've met Pike that can do magic and she obviously is a fighter." Though in his mind Pike wasn't a witch. More like a Hunter/fighter that used magic in her repertoire. "Guess I'll have to check out the area where people seem to be training and sparring more closely." He had noticed a hot blonde - too young for him, around Claire's age actually - that was freakishly strong and agile. Dean thought he heard someone call her Buffy. Definitely worth checking out now.
"Pike's a cleric. A healer. She uses magic to fight evil things," Sam observed a little protectively. "She's one of the good guys. Everyone here is."
Dean found it amusing that Sam felt the need to protect Pike. Especially given that Dean actually liked Pike despite the fact she talked in his head. "Yeah, yeah. We'll all sing kumbaya when this is over." He tossed the contents of the bowl on the wall and waited ... and waited ... and waited. "Son of a bitch." It was still horrific.
Day 2
The magic dampening spell hadn't worked but that didn't dissuade Dean. It took him only 24 hours to hatch another plan. It was brilliant. It could trick the Inn because Dean (other Dean) used to stay there. So he was going to move Sam's stuff out of his room and into Dean's. He wasn't going to be roommates, but switch rooms. If that guy behind the desk wouldn't do it, Dean would. He had to wait until Sam was occupied, but luckily with the library and the hot women he hung out with, Dean found an opportune time to do it.
He glanced around Sam's room and suddenly realized that he'd have to be careful to just get Sam's stuff and not River's. Dean was confident that he could figure it out. But he made a mental note on the horse pillow. Definitely River's.
After yesterday's failed efforts with magic, Sam knew Dean would be looking for other ways to get rid of the Madonna Room. For awhile, he watched the front desk in case Dean decided on a frontal assault on Darryl (or Caroline and Regina and ended up broken or roasted), but he didn't show his face there. Bored of waiting for Dean's inevitable debacle, Sam went looking again.
He knocked on the door to Dean's room, but there was no answer. Since that didn't mean Dean hadn't destroyed something or knocked himself out trying, Sam used the lock-jamming skills he had honed over a year in the Inn to let himself into Dean's--
"Jackass."
Sam's things were scattered around Dean's room in a less than organized fashion, like moving them wasn't invasion enough and he had to be disorganized, too.
Dean surveyed Sam's room - well his room now with a smug expression. It had worked. He wouldn't permanently stay there, his mom and River would have something to say about that, but it was nice to know it could happen. That meant, he could investigate the other rooms and move his shit there, despite Daryl saying it wasn't possible to change rooms. Clearly it was, plus it would piss Sam off that he'd tried. Bonus!
He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer, but by the time he'd walked back to sit on the sofa to relax his shit was gone. "Son of a bitch." Dean went into Sam's room to check one thing and damn if his leather jacket was gone from the edge of the bed. He really, really hated this Inn. Then a thought hit, his shit better be back in his room and not at the bottom of the pool or worse - in the back of a horse stall.
Since he knew perfectly well his stuff would end up back in his own room, Sam confined himself to tidying them up so that when they were returned, putting them back was a simple matter. He decided, because he didn't feel like punching Dean would be productive, to go take the stack of books the decided to give up over to Illyana. That would take up a few hours and hopefully his stuff would be back in his own room by the time he was done.
After he and Illyana had talked over the books he brought and the ones she wanted that he didn't have (every book ever written), he returned to his own room, and found Dean there, swearing at a bottle of beer. His own jacket had appeared on his bed, too. Sam smirked, "You're lucky you grabbed that one before the Inn moved it back."
"Screw you." Dean said but it wasn't heated at all, it might even have had a bit of familiar amusement in it "I hate this Inn. What do you think about -- " He paused when he realized that this Sam wouldn't know about Angel sigils and how they might get rid of or call powerful shit. "bribery. I have six bucks to my name, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work on Darryl." Especially when Dean had tried fear and that hadn't worked out either. "Seriously, Sam, my room sucks. On the upsides it's better than Purgatory." But just barely.
"Purgatory?" All of Sam's smirking, bitchfaced attention went to high-alert. "There's a lot you're not telling me. Start talking now." Because he didn't care about this bullshit with the rooms and all the fuckery Dean was going to go through to try to get one he liked when that wasn't going to happen. "How did you end up there?"
Well shit. He hadn't meant to bring that up and there was no ignoring the bitch face. Well there was and Dean was good at it, but Sam would be like a little yappy dog, yapping and wouldn't shut up until Dean addressed it.
"The short version is I didn't get out of the deal, went to Hell, an Angel pulled me out - that's Cas, Castiel I call us Team Free Will. You, me and Cas. We've stopped apocalypses, hell I don't know how many at this point. The last big bad we faced was an ancient evil, before God ancient evil called Leviathan." Dean clenched his jaw for a moment as he saw once again, Dick Roman put a bullet in Bobby. "I cut the head off the son of a bitch leader, but the down side to that, the blow back was that it sent me and Cas to Purgatory. Spent some time there before we clawed our way out. Now I'm here."
It said something about Sam's life that his reaction to all of that was more huh than what the fuck?. Which wasn't to say he wasn't surprised, just that the surprise was muted. "So, angels, Purgatory, and God are an actual thing, good to know," he said dryly. "What happened to me while all that was going on?" Because that he was sure Dean was leaving out.
Dean was leaving a shit ton of stuff out, but that was Dean's way. He picked and chose his words carefully as he told Sam what was in store for him. He focused on many things but the one thing he stressed was how important Kevin Tran was. It still made him twitch that Sam turned his back on Kevin while Dean was in Purgatory and they were trying to find him still before he got yanked to the Inn.
Day 10
Dean had given Sam time to process what he'd told him, he knew it was a lot to take in. Hell it was a lot and Dean had lived through it. He grabbed a six pack of beer and headed toward the area by the stables. If they were home, they'd be leaning against his baby and drinking, but that wasn't possible. He wanted to be away from the normal 'traffic' so they could feel free to talk about shit and being in a room felt too confining for Dean.
He set the carton down and grabbed a bottle, twisting the top off easily and taking a deep drink while he rested against the fence.
Face turned away from the bright sun, one hand in his jacket pocket and a newly-opened beer dangling from the other. After awhile, he raised the bottle to his mouth and took a long swallow. Truth was, even with all the space and time Dean had given him, he still had no idea what to think of most of it. He let the silence continue until the weight of it felt too heavy and then finally said, "Lucifer's vessel, huh?"
It wasn't a surprise that Sam concentrated on being Lucifer's vessel, it was what Dean would have focused on if the roles had been reversed. "Yeah, but on the bright side if anyone's stubborn enough to push him out of the vessel, it's you." Or Dean, they definitely inherited both parents' stubborn.
"Yeah, but what actually happened?" Dean had been pretty vague about it. Sam took a long swallow of his beer. "Did you become Michael's vessel? Did we fight?"
There was tidal wave of guilt as he thought about the deal he'd made with Death. He knew in his heart that Adam was still locked in that cage and it dug at him every day. "No, I didn't. Adam became Michael's vessel. And you being you fought your way out of Lucifer's control.and was about to jump into the cage in Hell sacrificing yourself. I couldn't stop you but I sure as hell got you out." He then went on to tell him about the deal with Death and he could only choose one.
"How long?" Sam asked, jaw tight with strain. Dean didn't say he'd left Adam down there to save Sam, but he knew that was what had happened. Goddamnit, Dean. "How long was I there?"
"A little longer than I was." His body only a month, his soul almost a year total before Dean had made the deal with Death to get his soul back. "Cas pulled you out like he did me, but your soul stayed in hell. Soulless you was a dick." That went without saying. Soulless Dean was a dick, too. Well, more of a dick than souled Dean anyway.
"Time runs differently..." Sam remembered, although he couldn't be sure whether he'd remembered from his first trip or Ruby or something a demon had said. It didn't matter. He just knew it was true. Just like he knew that he wasn't 100% the same Sam now as he'd been before Jake killed him. He decided he didn't want to think about that anymore and sort of changed the subject. "Why us?"
"Meant to be bullshit." Dean took a long sip of his beer. "Supposedly we were preordained to be their true vessels. That's why Ruby gave you demon blood." At least that was what Cas told them. "Demon blood makes your body strong enough to hold Lucifer. Nice, huh?" Cas could have shared that with the class when Sam was drinking it but no.
"Destiny's bitches." Sam finished his beer and popped the cap off another one. "Did anything good happen? Besides canceling the apocalypse and shit."
"That's us." Dean drank down the last of his beer and smirked, "we should get that tattooed." Then he grew serious as he opened another one. "Yeah, some good shit happened and we met some really great people." Dean began to tell him about Charlie and others that they've met and helped them along the way. He did tell him about Bobby dying because that was important, Sam needed to know that, but other than that, Dean kept it happy news... for the most part.
Day 1
The view from the hallway into Dean’s room was a picture of a man determined to get the magic off his room. He knew it was magic because no matter what he did, it returned. “Try this, bitch.” He said through gritted teeth as he put another ingredient in the dish. He’d tried moving but found himself right back in his room. He’d tried sigils to summon first demons and then angels. Neither appeared. The next step for Dean was dealing with magic.
He’d thought about Pike and her spell to talk to him through thoughts. It had creeped him the hell out and that not being able to happen in the room was an added bonus. Sam would be surprised that he sometimes actually listened to him when he used to drone on about what he’d found in the Men of Letters books. This was one of those. A Magic Dampening spell. It was ironic using magic to dampen magic, but if it made his room less horrific to look at, he was all for it.
It was late when Sam finally made it out of bed but anyone who knew him would see it wasn't because he'd slept all that time. He looked...loose, comfortable in his skin, confident, and even something approaching happy. Which was why he held a mug of coffee at his opposite elbow, arms crossed, where he leaned against the doorframe of the room across the hall watching his problem.
"What are you trying to do?" he asked, eventually, after a sip of life-giving coffee.
Dean glanced up from what he was doing and took in the relaxed Sam standing in the door frame, knowing instantly the why of it. Sexy brunette must be good for his brother. "I'm gonna unmagic this son of a bitch." He put the last ingredient in the dish and brought out a knife to cut the palm of his hand. "It's a spell to dampen magic. Works great. Figured I'd try it on this Pink Puke Palace and get my room to look normal." If it worked to dampen this shit, he might try it on other rooms. Hell maybe he'd rent himself out to undo the room decorating. He knew for a fact Sunny, his first welcome wagon, would want it.
"Not gonna happen," Sam pointed out calmly without unfolding or even really pausing in drinking his coffee. "The Inn's full of wizards and sorceresses. If it could be done, one of them would've done it already. But since you're not going to take my word for that, you might as well make it useful and teach me the spell while you're at it." Henry had been planning to, but he hadn't gotten around to it.
"This spells stops all magic which means witches and wizards can't use their magic so they probably don't have this in their spell books." Sadly it didn't work on witches themselves, but witch killing bullets and bombs did. Thank you Bobby Singer for those. Dean held out the bowl for Sam to see the ingredients. "It's pretty easy." He smirked, "but that's a given since I can do it." And he didn't really pay attention to this kind of shit like Sam did.
"You'd be surprised." Warding circles and magic suppression were standard kit for any kind of magic user who fought other magic users. But Dean would rather believe that he could use it to keep witches at bay than think about the fact that, "Lots of magic users in the inn. Most of them seem to be trained with weapons, too."
That got Dean's attention and he set the bowl down for a moment. "Seriously? They use weapons, too? That's just great." The sarcasm was very clear. Since Sam was before Bobby showed them how to make a witch killing potion and then Sam had got the brilliant idea of putting it into hollow point bullets, Dean was sure Sam wouldn't have any in his supply. Which meant Dean would have to get to work to make some witch killing bullets for his brother, their mom and him - just in case.
"Okay, I've met Pike that can do magic and she obviously is a fighter." Though in his mind Pike wasn't a witch. More like a Hunter/fighter that used magic in her repertoire. "Guess I'll have to check out the area where people seem to be training and sparring more closely." He had noticed a hot blonde - too young for him, around Claire's age actually - that was freakishly strong and agile. Dean thought he heard someone call her Buffy. Definitely worth checking out now.
"Pike's a cleric. A healer. She uses magic to fight evil things," Sam observed a little protectively. "She's one of the good guys. Everyone here is."
Dean found it amusing that Sam felt the need to protect Pike. Especially given that Dean actually liked Pike despite the fact she talked in his head. "Yeah, yeah. We'll all sing kumbaya when this is over." He tossed the contents of the bowl on the wall and waited ... and waited ... and waited. "Son of a bitch." It was still horrific.
Day 2
The magic dampening spell hadn't worked but that didn't dissuade Dean. It took him only 24 hours to hatch another plan. It was brilliant. It could trick the Inn because Dean (other Dean) used to stay there. So he was going to move Sam's stuff out of his room and into Dean's. He wasn't going to be roommates, but switch rooms. If that guy behind the desk wouldn't do it, Dean would. He had to wait until Sam was occupied, but luckily with the library and the hot women he hung out with, Dean found an opportune time to do it.
He glanced around Sam's room and suddenly realized that he'd have to be careful to just get Sam's stuff and not River's. Dean was confident that he could figure it out. But he made a mental note on the horse pillow. Definitely River's.
After yesterday's failed efforts with magic, Sam knew Dean would be looking for other ways to get rid of the Madonna Room. For awhile, he watched the front desk in case Dean decided on a frontal assault on Darryl (or Caroline and Regina and ended up broken or roasted), but he didn't show his face there. Bored of waiting for Dean's inevitable debacle, Sam went looking again.
He knocked on the door to Dean's room, but there was no answer. Since that didn't mean Dean hadn't destroyed something or knocked himself out trying, Sam used the lock-jamming skills he had honed over a year in the Inn to let himself into Dean's--
"Jackass."
Sam's things were scattered around Dean's room in a less than organized fashion, like moving them wasn't invasion enough and he had to be disorganized, too.
Dean surveyed Sam's room - well his room now with a smug expression. It had worked. He wouldn't permanently stay there, his mom and River would have something to say about that, but it was nice to know it could happen. That meant, he could investigate the other rooms and move his shit there, despite Daryl saying it wasn't possible to change rooms. Clearly it was, plus it would piss Sam off that he'd tried. Bonus!
He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer, but by the time he'd walked back to sit on the sofa to relax his shit was gone. "Son of a bitch." Dean went into Sam's room to check one thing and damn if his leather jacket was gone from the edge of the bed. He really, really hated this Inn. Then a thought hit, his shit better be back in his room and not at the bottom of the pool or worse - in the back of a horse stall.
Since he knew perfectly well his stuff would end up back in his own room, Sam confined himself to tidying them up so that when they were returned, putting them back was a simple matter. He decided, because he didn't feel like punching Dean would be productive, to go take the stack of books the decided to give up over to Illyana. That would take up a few hours and hopefully his stuff would be back in his own room by the time he was done.
After he and Illyana had talked over the books he brought and the ones she wanted that he didn't have (every book ever written), he returned to his own room, and found Dean there, swearing at a bottle of beer. His own jacket had appeared on his bed, too. Sam smirked, "You're lucky you grabbed that one before the Inn moved it back."
"Screw you." Dean said but it wasn't heated at all, it might even have had a bit of familiar amusement in it "I hate this Inn. What do you think about -- " He paused when he realized that this Sam wouldn't know about Angel sigils and how they might get rid of or call powerful shit. "bribery. I have six bucks to my name, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work on Darryl." Especially when Dean had tried fear and that hadn't worked out either. "Seriously, Sam, my room sucks. On the upsides it's better than Purgatory." But just barely.
"Purgatory?" All of Sam's smirking, bitchfaced attention went to high-alert. "There's a lot you're not telling me. Start talking now." Because he didn't care about this bullshit with the rooms and all the fuckery Dean was going to go through to try to get one he liked when that wasn't going to happen. "How did you end up there?"
Well shit. He hadn't meant to bring that up and there was no ignoring the bitch face. Well there was and Dean was good at it, but Sam would be like a little yappy dog, yapping and wouldn't shut up until Dean addressed it.
"The short version is I didn't get out of the deal, went to Hell, an Angel pulled me out - that's Cas, Castiel I call us Team Free Will. You, me and Cas. We've stopped apocalypses, hell I don't know how many at this point. The last big bad we faced was an ancient evil, before God ancient evil called Leviathan." Dean clenched his jaw for a moment as he saw once again, Dick Roman put a bullet in Bobby. "I cut the head off the son of a bitch leader, but the down side to that, the blow back was that it sent me and Cas to Purgatory. Spent some time there before we clawed our way out. Now I'm here."
It said something about Sam's life that his reaction to all of that was more huh than what the fuck?. Which wasn't to say he wasn't surprised, just that the surprise was muted. "So, angels, Purgatory, and God are an actual thing, good to know," he said dryly. "What happened to me while all that was going on?" Because that he was sure Dean was leaving out.
Dean was leaving a shit ton of stuff out, but that was Dean's way. He picked and chose his words carefully as he told Sam what was in store for him. He focused on many things but the one thing he stressed was how important Kevin Tran was. It still made him twitch that Sam turned his back on Kevin while Dean was in Purgatory and they were trying to find him still before he got yanked to the Inn.
Day 10
Dean had given Sam time to process what he'd told him, he knew it was a lot to take in. Hell it was a lot and Dean had lived through it. He grabbed a six pack of beer and headed toward the area by the stables. If they were home, they'd be leaning against his baby and drinking, but that wasn't possible. He wanted to be away from the normal 'traffic' so they could feel free to talk about shit and being in a room felt too confining for Dean.
He set the carton down and grabbed a bottle, twisting the top off easily and taking a deep drink while he rested against the fence.
Face turned away from the bright sun, one hand in his jacket pocket and a newly-opened beer dangling from the other. After awhile, he raised the bottle to his mouth and took a long swallow. Truth was, even with all the space and time Dean had given him, he still had no idea what to think of most of it. He let the silence continue until the weight of it felt too heavy and then finally said, "Lucifer's vessel, huh?"
It wasn't a surprise that Sam concentrated on being Lucifer's vessel, it was what Dean would have focused on if the roles had been reversed. "Yeah, but on the bright side if anyone's stubborn enough to push him out of the vessel, it's you." Or Dean, they definitely inherited both parents' stubborn.
"Yeah, but what actually happened?" Dean had been pretty vague about it. Sam took a long swallow of his beer. "Did you become Michael's vessel? Did we fight?"
There was tidal wave of guilt as he thought about the deal he'd made with Death. He knew in his heart that Adam was still locked in that cage and it dug at him every day. "No, I didn't. Adam became Michael's vessel. And you being you fought your way out of Lucifer's control.and was about to jump into the cage in Hell sacrificing yourself. I couldn't stop you but I sure as hell got you out." He then went on to tell him about the deal with Death and he could only choose one.
"How long?" Sam asked, jaw tight with strain. Dean didn't say he'd left Adam down there to save Sam, but he knew that was what had happened. Goddamnit, Dean. "How long was I there?"
"A little longer than I was." His body only a month, his soul almost a year total before Dean had made the deal with Death to get his soul back. "Cas pulled you out like he did me, but your soul stayed in hell. Soulless you was a dick." That went without saying. Soulless Dean was a dick, too. Well, more of a dick than souled Dean anyway.
"Time runs differently..." Sam remembered, although he couldn't be sure whether he'd remembered from his first trip or Ruby or something a demon had said. It didn't matter. He just knew it was true. Just like he knew that he wasn't 100% the same Sam now as he'd been before Jake killed him. He decided he didn't want to think about that anymore and sort of changed the subject. "Why us?"
"Meant to be bullshit." Dean took a long sip of his beer. "Supposedly we were preordained to be their true vessels. That's why Ruby gave you demon blood." At least that was what Cas told them. "Demon blood makes your body strong enough to hold Lucifer. Nice, huh?" Cas could have shared that with the class when Sam was drinking it but no.
"Destiny's bitches." Sam finished his beer and popped the cap off another one. "Did anything good happen? Besides canceling the apocalypse and shit."
"That's us." Dean drank down the last of his beer and smirked, "we should get that tattooed." Then he grew serious as he opened another one. "Yeah, some good shit happened and we met some really great people." Dean began to tell him about Charlie and others that they've met and helped them along the way. He did tell him about Bobby dying because that was important, Sam needed to know that, but other than that, Dean kept it happy news... for the most part.