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DEAN WINCHESTER (ENDVERSE)
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[impersonal]

Yeah, THAT would be the tragedy

Hey, did you bartend at all? Maybe at Stanford or on one of our ... times we're not up each other's asses?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Busy studying most of the time. I could probably pick it up if you needed. Do the reading, practice. If I can build a hex bag, I can probably make a martini.

But I probably shouldn't. Not with him hanging around.

[impersonal]

You can throw a knife, you can probably shake a shaker.

You need to do something. You can't just sit on your ass listening to the world's worst Jiminy Cricket.

Rowena come up with an answer? Exorcism? Banishing ceremony?

[nomoreleftshoe]

I’m still doing security at the hospital.

Sleeping spell. Should keep him from interrupting my sleep.

[impersonal]

You oust yourself from The Scratch or did they have you step away?

... And the rest of your life?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Walked away from Scratch.

I’m trying, Dean. Working on the fundamentals first.

[impersonal]

Gave my two weeks, or whatever, so I'll do my days until Sara doesn't need doing.

If she even takes that.

Storm gave me that look.

Well, she sent me a message, but I knew the look that accompanied it. Been a while since I actually disappointed someone

( and he... cared. )

What about meditation?

[nomoreleftshoe]

I’m sorry Dean. It’s never great disappointing anyone.

Just seems to make him more present. I think I need some kind of system shock, like cold water. But portable.

[impersonal]

Comes with the territory, doesn't it? Got you back.

Yeah, that's not sustainable. I'll talk to Cas.

[nomoreleftshoe]

Before you talk to Cas, I'm gonna run to Rowena's. I'll let you know if we figure something out.

[impersonal]

Fine. Keeping it tight-lipped, but you tell me if your only solution is a melatonin in spell form, cause that's not gonna cut it.

[nomoreleftshoe]

[About an hour or so later.]

We've got a stone that I can have shock me whenever he's around. The shock seems to make him go away for a while.

[impersonal]

Like aversion therapy?

[nomoreleftshoe]

How do you know about aversion therapy?

But yeah, basically aversion therapy.

cw. ableism

[impersonal]

Really?

Except, you hate the guy. It's not changing your behavior. You're basically the mouse hitting the pleasure button. Except not. So, you're like ... doing the opposite. Do you activate it or is it activated by your schizoid moments?

Re: cw. ableism

[nomoreleftshoe]

What. I'm just surprised.

I trigger it. Makes him flicker and fade away.

[impersonal]

So, like rock salt but in stone form and connected to your frontal lobe.

[nomoreleftshoe]

Yeah. Basically.

[impersonal]

Real Salt N Peppa.

[nomoreleftshoe]

Hey as long as it works, right?

[impersonal]

It doesn't work, we find something else.

[nomoreleftshoe]

Yeah. Yeah, we will.

Thanks.

[impersonal]

Check in in the morning

Or come out for breakfast

I'm making it tomorrow

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[nomoreleftshoe]

Sounds good. I'll let you know how it goes in the morning.

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[The stone works best when Sam is awake, he learns. Chasing away the shadow of Lucfier with a shock is much easier when Sam isn't trying to sleep. If Lucifer doesn't keep him awake, the after effects of the shock does.

He comes out of his room rubbing his eyes, already dressed, but not quite ready to hit the ground running.]

Dean?

[impersonal]

( And like Dean promised, he's putting the finishing touches on breakfast.

Toast sits out on the dining room table on a plate.

In the kitch, Dean scrapes eggs out of the pan next to still sizzling bacon on two other plates, one meant for his brother. The music is on, but low, playing some sexy facsimile of one of Steven Tyler's greatest hits.

There's a pitcher of water also on the dining room table, but also two beers. Options. ) )

In here. You want coffee?