10 July 2012 @ 06:45 pm
Sammy! Sam!

[There's no picture at first, just a dark blur of motion and the sounds of someone fumbling with his device. And then a sigh.]

...Dammit.

Wait, wait, is that...

[And hey! Someone's figured out he can broadcast!

...Broadcast his not-at-all-impressed-face.]


All right, listen. I don't know how the hell I got here or where my brother got to. You see a dude walking around looking like Bigfoot went to the barber shop and got a shave and hot towel, let me know, that's him.

And somebody needs to tell me where the nearest bar is. I need a damn drink.
 
 
17 June 2012 @ 06:56 pm
[Dean is sitting sideways in the driver's seat of the Impala. The door is open and his feet are on the ground. The device is sitting on the dash. He's the only person on screen. His has his elbows on his knees, his head buried in his hands.]

Don't you think I know that? [The words are out of his mouth before he realizes it and he straightens up as soon as he does realize what he said.] I know this is a second chance, Sir and I'm doing the best I can to make it count.

[There's a pause, Dean's back straightening and his jaw setting.] No, Sir. This place is ten kinds of messed up, but Yellow Eye hasn't shown up in a long time.

[There's another pause and Dean bows his head, nodding a bit.] Yeah. I know. I've been trying. He's...you know how he is. I can't just lock him up even if I could drag his giant ass to Bobby's panic room.

[There's almost a chuckle in Dean's voice and a grin spreads over his lips a little.] Yeah. Bobby was here for a while. He built a demon proof panic room, but I don't think Sammy's going to go willingly anytime I say jump.

[The smile on Dean's face disappears and he nods again, jaw squaring.] Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. I'll take care of him.

[Dean continues to sit at attention for a moment then shoves himself back into the seat with a grumble. He catches sight of the video on, rolls his eyes and reaches up to flip it off.]
 
 
31 May 2012 @ 11:01 pm
I'm all for riding people but Dude this is out of hand.

It's a friggin' donkey show here.
 
 
02 May 2012 @ 01:10 pm
[Dean is sitting at his desk in the police station when he turns the camera on. He leans over, close to the video and grins.]

Okay, so today is the Sasquatch's birthday and since everyone knows Sam's a big girl, every time you see him, give him a hug. Hell, tell him he's pretty and kiss him for good measure then tonight about seven or so head out to the bar [random npc not quite a dive but almost bar] and come celebrate with us.


[Action]

When people arrive at the bar, Dean will already be there, sitting near the door and drinking a beer. He's bribed the bar owner (and promised he'd clean up after wards) to let him decorate so the place currently looks like it puked up Pepto and sparkles. There's a banner hanging across one wall that says Happy Birthday Princess!! The cake is sitting near the back at a table under the banner. It's huge, in the shape of a princess crown and iced in pink and purple. It says Happy Birthday Sam.

Also, there might be party hats and noisemakers. Dean clearly thinks Sam is a six year old girl.

Mingle, dance, drink and enjoy the party.
 
 
21 April 2012 @ 09:29 pm
[Dean has some photos spread across his desk at the police station. He picks one up then puts it down.]

If we're going to have photos raining down, they ought to have naked chicks in them.

[Private to Penny]

Sweetheart, you okay? [He holds up the picture of Penny nearly dead. He knew Penny was city!dead. He's kissed her and lack of heartbeat and body temp are the sort of thing you notice.]
 
 
10 April 2012 @ 09:21 am
[Locked to the Police. Unhackable]

I want every officer on this. If there's nothing to do, then patrol. This is bullshit. One friggin' law: Don't be a dick, and we have to deal some asshole being dick.

Make sure everything about this case hits my desk and Justin's desk.

I'd really like to call the consultants in on this because we need every man.

Elena, until further notice, help Justin out with organizing some of this shit and getting us the information we need.

Anybody sees anything freaky, check it out. I don't care if you think it's a curse or not. Check it out, bring them in and let them sit in a jail cell for a few hours until we figure out what's going on. If they don't like, tell them to sue me.

[Dean can be found in his office at the police station pretty much all hours of the day. If he's not in his office, he's in the Impala patrolling around the City. Let him know if you need anything]

[ooc: Open action for anyone at the police station as well. He's at his desk.]
 
 
 
19 March 2012 @ 04:34 pm
So you know that curse a few days back when everybody was playing the shitty music? We seriously gotta talk about everybody's taste here.

This is music. Not that crap you teeny boppers were blasting.



[ooc: busy week/weekend + getting sick and this is really later than it should be but he insisted.]