one way or another, i'm gonna find ya

[venatical]

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.

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/Is stylishly late baby... just tag in however

[sellerofsins]

It was a pretty good week, actually. Very good. Considering the very low standards he had set for this place, they'd excelled lately. Everyone mixing up what they are, becoming human or losing divinity, it was actually funny to observe. But only from a distance, not actively. Course he was, as ever, untouchable. Still a demon, still very much King of Hell.

And still able to choke down the toxic beer they served at the bar. Honestly, he didn't know why he kept drinking it, he just did. It gave the illusion of escaping this poor excuse for a relocation.

He would of thought he should of left by now. As Crowley knocked back his drink, he calmly contemplated what next. Desperate people all over, willing to do anything to get their old life back. Perhaps he had a little networking to get around too. All those souls for the taking if he just played it right.

[venatical]

When Dean figures out where Crowley is, he needs to figure out how to best approach this, the best way to humble Crowley. Dean wants to make sure he has a front row seat to the moment when Crowley realizes he's about to get what's coming to him, too. He decides on the casual approach -- he'll come join him at the bar, but before he even sets foot inside, he's already given Crowley what he's earned: a first class trip to Feelingsville.

Dean doesn't know how long it'll take to set in or even how long it'll last, not that he's troubled by that. If it wears off too soon, he'll just fix it again.

Pushing the door open, he strolls in and smiles with a confidence that's not unlike him normally, but there's something harder underneath the surface.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." He hasn't seen Crowley since he heard he arrived, so this is as good a place of greeting as any.

[sellerofsins]

Crowley didn't even need to look up from the horrible swill he was drinking to know Dean Winchester was swanning about and trying to act cocky, he could practically small the bravado before he walked into the door. Not exactly a new tactic for Dean but hey, why tamper with something that never works but gives the appearance that it does? And it was only a matter of time before he decided to come and play, especially after everything. Turning his head only slightly, he raised his drink in mock cheers.

"Dean, Dean, Dean. Someone is sounding awfully arrogant this evening."

Which either meant he was putting on a show, he really did feel confident or perhaps he won this species swapping pot luck? He suddenly got a weird pang inside him at the idea of Dean being some sort of God. Capable of actually doing some kind of harm. Was that -- fear? Nope. Impossible. He channelled that out months ago. He most just had cowardice and annoyance mixed into something alike fear but not quite.

Shaking it off, he set his glass down and gave Dean a small smirk. "Fancy a pint while you're here? Before we get into this whole tit-for-tat thing."

[venatical]

"Are you sure you can hear anything over the sound of your own bullshit?" His tone is dangerously light, as is his expression. He slips behind the bar to find himself a beer. He's being careful not to look at Crowley too hard; he figures whatever effect is going to take place will make itself visible in time, and if it doesn't, Dean'll just have to try something else with a lot more oomph behind it.

He holds his beer up in a mock toast before he takes a long drink and then backs up, leaning against the counter along the wall.

"So. I don't know if I even know when you're from."

[sellerofsins]

"Cute, how long did it take you to come up with that one?" Crowley shot back, more interested in the horrible beer he was drinking over everything else. Mostly, he just wanted to be in peace. He had a lot of planning ahead, gears moving and he really didn't need Dean here. Though if he fancied a little verbal combat or more, he was always game. Never pass up on a good show down.

"When I'm from? Oh yes, timelines. Last time I remember seeing you was that auction. Our little tablet quest?"

Yes, he was tormenting the Tran family, wonderful day out for all. He went home with his own winnings. That timid little angel. Few hours of torture and he hadn't even cracked. Shame, poor sod.

-- Huh. That was... wait. Did he just feel bad for someone? That was new. Pulling a slight face, he gave the beer a suspicious look. What was in it?

[venatical]

Yeah, like Dean gives a crap what Crowley's in the mood for, both as a general principle and as an aspect of this Trickster business. The way Dean sees it, Crowley's landed himself a spot on Dean's schedule, and whatever he wanted to do with himself is going to have to be put on hold until Dean's through with him.

It's hard to tell if the trick's taking effect; it's not like he's going to sit down and ask Crowley to talk about his feelings. When Crowley looks at his beer, Dean sees something in his face, but he can't be sure what it is or what it's about.

"Oh yeah, that." Dean's from way past that, and instead of offering his own up, he lets his gaze drift past Crowley as he adopts the most assholishly knowing and pitying smile he can. Suck on that.

"And have you been visited by the power fairy?"

[sellerofsins]

Something was wrong here. He'd been a demon for a very long time and had long since fine-tuned all and any emotions to meaninglessly little things in the back of his head. They literally meant nothing to him. And yet now he felt worried, concerned... maybe even a little on edge. Though he was very accustomed to negative emotions that worked in his favour.

Anger was his personal favourite, lots to be done with anger.

But this unsettling feeling was sinking to the pit of his stomach when he thought of the Trans. Of the people he killed to find the tablet. Oh that stupid baby faced angel made him feel just as strange.

And that's when it hit him. Dean was smug, everyone was swapping power-- turning to Dean, he gave him a look of pure fury. The question Dean asked was forgotten in this moment of uncertainty. What was going on here? "What did you do?"

[venatical]

Dean grins widely, all the smug gloating that he's capable of -- and it's a lot -- pouring out of him. That hadn't taken long at all, or maybe Crowley's just that much of a heartless SOB. Probably that one. He sets the beer down and instead produces a lollipop; that's probably the biggest sign of something being wrong with Dean, that he's choosing candy over beer, but no matter how much he's been using his trickster powers for beer, the candy is the most satisfying.

"It's a good thing for you this place doesn't have Hallmark commercials." He leans forward, that smile only getting bigger. "You're gonna need a lot of tissues. And not for the fun reasons."

Standing back upright again, he sets the lollipop between his teeth, lets Crowley enjoy his insufferable smugness for a few more seconds, and then he disappears.