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one way or another, i'm gonna find ya
Who: Dean Winchester and: Meyer Lansky, Gabriel, Chuck, Raphael, Crowley, Balthazar, Castiel (and if we talked about Dean pranking your character OOCly already, then you too and I'm a ditz and forgot!)
What: Exploits of one Dean Winchester, hilariously suited to being a Trickster. Well, hilarious to him. For the moment.
When: Day 59 (I think? If you want it to be on another day that'll probably be fine.)
Where: Various spots around the Cape. Pretty much just tag in and say where you are/what you dude is doing, it can be super short or super not. Dean will appear/run into them!
Warnings: Individual threads will feature different situations. In one thread, there's dubcon. In general, not-so-nice pranking and near-killing.
Notes: This is pretty much closed to the people I've already discussed pranks/etc. with oocly. If I left your name off it's because I am occasionally the most forgetful person on the planet; just let me know and I'll fix it!
Ever since he woke up the other day -- well, since Cas woke him up, but that's a whole other issue -- he's been stuffing his face with candy and also fighting to keep his hands to himself. The longer this goes on though, the more people freak out about their new bodies, and Dean feels more and more unhinged, and it's like it's... not even a problem. It feels good, like he's buzzed on sugar and caffeine and general mayhem, and it's great. He can't remember the last time he ever felt so carefree.
But then sometimes, something reaches through the buzz, and it's like having a rock in his shoe. It's like a little pinch at first, but then it gets worse, and worse, until it's all Dean can think about, and he has to do something about it.
He has to give these people what's coming to them. They'd do the same to him, wouldn't they? Hell, some of them did already. It's time for Dean to show them how much it sucks when something more powerful than them wants to come along and teach them a lesson.
What: Exploits of one Dean Winchester, hilariously suited to being a Trickster. Well, hilarious to him. For the moment.
When: Day 59 (I think? If you want it to be on another day that'll probably be fine.)
Where: Various spots around the Cape. Pretty much just tag in and say where you are/what you dude is doing, it can be super short or super not. Dean will appear/run into them!
Warnings: Individual threads will feature different situations. In one thread, there's dubcon. In general, not-so-nice pranking and near-killing.
Notes: This is pretty much closed to the people I've already discussed pranks/etc. with oocly. If I left your name off it's because I am occasionally the most forgetful person on the planet; just let me know and I'll fix it!
Ever since he woke up the other day -- well, since Cas woke him up, but that's a whole other issue -- he's been stuffing his face with candy and also fighting to keep his hands to himself. The longer this goes on though, the more people freak out about their new bodies, and Dean feels more and more unhinged, and it's like it's... not even a problem. It feels good, like he's buzzed on sugar and caffeine and general mayhem, and it's great. He can't remember the last time he ever felt so carefree.
But then sometimes, something reaches through the buzz, and it's like having a rock in his shoe. It's like a little pinch at first, but then it gets worse, and worse, until it's all Dean can think about, and he has to do something about it.
He has to give these people what's coming to them. They'd do the same to him, wouldn't they? Hell, some of them did already. It's time for Dean to show them how much it sucks when something more powerful than them wants to come along and teach them a lesson.
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"So what are you, then? And who are you, I guess." Oh, right. Names. He should care about those things and not just whether or not this guy should be screwed around with.
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The question genuinely confuses him for a moment, because he keeps managing to forget that they've all been turned into... something else. Something not human. "Vampire," he finally says, sighing heavily as though it's the worst thing that's ever happened to him.
"Name's Meyer Lansky. Who're you?"
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So, he doesn't know if this guy's hurt anyone. Hey, maybe he hasn't! But he's still a vampire. Not all vampires are bad out of the gate, but he was trying to use Dean like a cigarette machine, making deals...
He comes closer, examines his exquisite pebble pile work, and then reaches over with his shoe to knock one over.
"I'm Dean." And he's a dick today. He grins.
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There's a long pause when Dean knocks over part of his pile. He's not happy about that. Not at all. Mostly because it means he's going to have to make it again, and he doesn't like this counting bullshit. If he had any choice, he wouldn't be doing it at all.
"What was that for, Dean?" So his tone of voice as he says Dean's name is undeniably grumpy. He can't help it.
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"What is this about, anyway?"
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He's pretty sure this guy is intentionally messing with him. That's really the only explanation. He hadn't seemed too bad on the phone, maybe a little jokey, but not particularly malicious.
"And I don't really know what it's about. Some mythologies say that vampires have an obsession with counting. I guess that's true."
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He scrubs a hand over his face, and he can feel the magic building up in his hands, but it's not just in his hands; it's spreading, up through his arms until his whole body is humming, itching to do something. And look how easy it is to rock this guy's world? A few pebbles there, a little mess here...
"And so you see a mess somewhere, you can't help but take inventory?"
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He's wise enough to be suspicious of whatever Dean's intentions are. The fact is that anyone taking this much interest in whatever's going on with him probably doesn't have good thoughts in mind. He's not going to say right out that, yes, he has to count the messes he's been finding, and that, yes, if he messes up his counting he has to start over.
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"So if someone was to spill a bag of rice..." And then Dean's holding a bag of rice, and he glances down at it and then back at Meyer.
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"I'd really rather you didn't," he says, shaking his head wearily. "It wouldn't be much fun for either of us."
There could be an implied threat there. Possibly. If he gets angry enough. Of course, he's not much danger, not when he's diverted by counting things.
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Anyway, back to being super not worried about this guy's threats, and also super kind of in the mood for some mischief. God, what even is he right now?
The flash of good conscience is gone, and he opens the bag, looks down into it, and then holds it up in the air. He spills it slowly onto the ground.
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"That really wasn't... seven, eight, nine... very nice."
He doesn't expect people to be nice in general. In fact, he usually suspects the worst of people. He had just hoped Dean wouldn't be so obviously malicious.
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"Consider it a preemptive measure. If you're busy counting rice, you can't be vamping on anyone, right?"
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If by perfectly fine you mean counting other stuff, but it was better than rice. Rice is endless. There have got to be about a thousand grains there already -- and he's going to have to count to find out exactly how many. "I wasn't planning on vamping on anyone, either."
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That thought is enough to crash through, but only temporarily, only enough for him to decide to leave. He smiles and then vanishes.
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Any retort he was going to have, however, is completely useless, since Dean disappears. He'll be sitting there for the next several hours, though, carefully counting out each grain of rice.