Dean Winchester | 004 | video late Day 84

[venatical]

How do I get in touch with Mr. Sandman to tell him to get out of my freaking head?

[ Good evening, Cape Kore. Dean's been talking to some of his housemates and has put enough together to know that something weird's going on in Dreamland. ]

Whoever's snorting the dream dust, knock it off. And none of you are invited to my head, so keep out.

[ Running around in Charlie's dreams not too long ago was too much like what's going on now, though one weird thing sticks out. Well, weirder. ]

Whose fault is that city made out of rock candy? [ Or crystals. ] Can't you dream up people with faces next time?

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[onteamdyson]

Dude. That's creepy as hell. Did you draw faces on with a magic marker? I totally would have.

[venatical]

No. [ He frowns, almost to himself. ] No, but they were spooked too. [ And he has enough spooky dream fodder not to have to come up with Big Rock Candy Mountain. ]

You been having these problems too?

[onteamdyson]

[That's... concerning. But a lot of people have been dreaming weird stuff lately.]

Yeah. [She says simply, not wanting to get into too much detail.] Not really much we can do about it, huh? Except stay awake forever, but that doesn't usually go over so well.

[venatical]

Who says? [ Doing things about this is his job. He didn't do a hot job on this the last time around, but he'd been a trickster and he dropped like... every ball then. ]

I'm going to put together some hex bags, see if that'll help. You take one too. Can't hurt.

[onteamdyson]

Says the other million times we've tried to do anything only to fail spectacularly and get maimed or murdered or severely fucked up beyond all recognition.

[Wha-- ... She wrinkles her nose, squinting at him.] Hex bags? Do I even want to know what that is? You sound more like Trick every day, I freakin' swear.

[venatical]

[ Maybe she has a -- Nope, she doesn't have a point. ]

We can't just sit around and do nothing, and maybe this is something I actually can do something about, so deal. [ You'll take his help, and you'll like it. ]

Little bags full of -- don't open 'em, but depending on the bag, they can do things for you. Keep you hidden, keep you safe from outside magic. [ He sounds like there's more to say, but he stops there. He won't be messing with the other uses for hex bags. ]

[onteamdyson]

[Seeing Dean so damn determined makes her wonder what happened to the girl dressing up in a mask and a cape to fight evil against all odds even when everything looked hopeless-- oh. Right. Her sidekick vanished into thin fucking air never to be seen again.]

Okay, I won't open them. Jeeze. [She smirks,] But I'll take one. Since you want me to be safe so damn badly! [AND THEN SHE POINTS AT THE COMMUNICATOR!] HA! I knew we were friends. It's because I brought you various meat products, isn't it? CALLED IT! Oh man, you're in trouble now. Friends forever, Winchester.

[venatical]

[ It's true about the meat products. He's not really quick to call people friends, honestly, but she's proven herself a little to him in that she like... cares. That he could count on her to bring him jerky. ]

Is this when you make us friendship bracelets out of beef jerky? Gotta say, they're not really my color.

[onteamdyson]

Beef is everyone's colour. If Gaga can pull it off, so can you!

[venatical]

Wow, no thanks. I thought we were friends?