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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[venatical]

Angels in trench coats? Aw, come on, Meg. We all know who dreams about those. [ Dean's doing an awesome job of pushing back in his opinion, so there. ]

I don't know about that. Wouldn't say they were real sweet.

[foundacause]

[ Shut up. She doesn't have sex dreams about Cas. Okay, maybe. On occasion. Don't judge. ]

We can't all dreams about rainbows and puppies.

[venatical]

[ He doesn't have a smart answer for that one. There are more reasons that he wants people out of his dreams, more than just his personal privacy. ]

Tell you what. If you get scared, need someone to fight off the big bad things in your dreams, you let me know.

[foundacause]

Oh Dean! Are we going to all hold hands and cross the street together? Maybe you can sit next to me on the bus and share my cookies?

[venatical]

Hell no. Bring your own cookies, hell bitch. [ Was that an almost fond use of the oh so loving term of endearment "hell bitch?" Dean swears it wasn't. ]

[foundacause]

Guess the honeymoon period's over then. Just when I thought we were getting along so nicely.

[venatical]

Nobody messes with a man's desserts. [ That should be self-explanatory, Meg. ]

[foundacause]

I can think of better desserts. [ Like her. She'll even let him add whipped cream and strawberries if he likes. ]

[venatical]

[ She gets a flat look. ]

You're right. You take the cookies, and I'll have pie. Everyone knows that's the best kind.

[foundacause]

I was thinking of a very special kind of pie...

[venatical]

Pecan? [ The biggest, brightest, slightly dangerous grin. ]

[foundacause]

Not quite. But close. [ She'll take that dangerous grin and give him a smirk in response. ]

[venatical]

Damn right it's close. [ Now he's maybe acknowledging the other side of this conversation, but pecan pie is as good as sex sometimes. ]

Alright. Stay outta my dreams or I'll start salting my room again. I'll pour salt in my ears.

[ Is he getting along with Meg? Gross, this is stupid. Whatever, it probably won't last long. The second he has to see her and Cas doing a... being a... whatever, he'll probably want to punch her in the face anyway, and no he doesn't want to look at that feeling any closer. ]

[foundacause]

[ Jealousy is an ugly thing, Dean. It is not her fault that he didn't put the moves on Cas when he had the chance. Seriously, wasted opportunity. All that profound bond blah blah blah and he just does nothing? Yep. Cas is wasted on Dean! ]

You stay out of my dreams or I'll turn your pretty little meatsuit inside out. [ See how affectionate they are together! ]

[venatical]

[ He clicks his tongue. ] That'd be a waste of a good piece of pie.

[ Aaand scene. They don't need to keep being borderline pleasant with each other. It can't be good for their health. ]