kore_logs | have you talked to the man upstairs?

Who: Dean and whoever lives in House 16 who wants to put up with his crap. And Kenzi! What a brosis.
When: Day 70
Where: House 16
What: Dean's slowly going stir crazy, probably much to Gabriel and Raphael's delight. His housemates have to deal with him.
Warnings: Language!

It's been a straight-up week since Dean got himself in deep shit with Raphael and Gabriel. A week. That's seven days that he's been living out of his room, afraid that he's going to get angel-shanked when he goes to use the bathroom. He's getting really sick of it, and he's really tempted to think that Raphael and Gabriel's plan is just to make Dean stay in his house for all time. But he keeps reminding himself of angels and their patience and that's probably just what they want him to think and as soon as he decides fuck this shit, that's when they'll swoop. Maybe. Or maybe not.

Ugh, fuck this shit. Only not really. He stops tossing the ball against the wall and flumps back on his bed again, bored and antsy. He glances over at his sigils, checking them like he has to do every few hours because...

Oh, look. They've been fucked with again. His sigh is more of a growl as he gets up and stomps across the room to fix it again. This crap's why he thinks their plan is mostly mental torture, slowly driving him nuts. Once it's fixed, he sits back on his bed heavily and scowls at the floor.

Then he stomps on it and calls out.

"Hey! Someone wanna bring me something to eat? Freaking starving up here." No, mostly he's bored.

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He is worried for what's at his window, but he's not sure what it could be. Raphael and Gabriel sending him some kind of weird creature to fight? That seems stupid, but he's still on guard as he sits up and watches proceedings at the window while he mentally recalls everywhere he has a weapon handy.

Oh, but it's Kenzi. He relaxes somewhat -- only somewhat; Kenzi is Gabriel's friend -- and he comes over to the window to stand in front of it and watch her dangle there as he puts his hands on his hips.

"What's the secret password?" he calls through the glass.

"What?" Though it sounds more like Mmwhaa!? with the bag in her mouth. She climbed the side of your freakin' house, is entirely too far from the ground, and could potentially break her neck any second. Wow, Dean. Okay. Hang on a sec. She shifts her weight, pressing herself against the glass a little more to free up one of her hands so she can flip him the hell off.

How's that for secret password?

Let her in, ya butt!

That'll do it. He opens up the window and takes the hand flipping him off, helping to pull her into his room.

"You're not some kind of double agent now, are you?" He has to ask, Kenzi. He's giving her the eyebrow look of doom too. "Gabriel didn't send you over here with poisoned -- what's in there?"

Oh, thank god. She lets the bag drop from her mouth into her hand and gives him an eyebrow look of her own. "Double agent? Please. That shit is so second grade. I'm freelance." Seriously, she's gotta be like... a billiondruple agent at this point.

"And if Gabe sent me, you think I'd be using the window? I can't him and his people see me hanging out with you! It would ruin my rep." She smirks and tosses the bag at him. "Meat."

Just meat. No, seriously. Thankfully, it's not the rum-soaked, leaf-covered rabbit from last night. It's homemade jerky! Deer jerky. Delicious. Well-- ... okay, it's edible, at least.

"Are you hiding out from the big, bad, feather-covered softie? Seriously? Dude. This feud is getting ridiculous."

When she says meat, he's afraid it's, like, raw, but he peeks inside and finds jerky instead. Awesome. He pulls some out and starts eating, and he kicks out his desk chair before he falls into it. His desk actually has stuff on it; he's started planning out some things he can do for the reconstruction team, some ideas for what to build up, but he's not about to start putting his face out there with angels breathing down his neck.

"Yeah, well, tell your buddy Gabe to knock it off. He didn't get anything he didn't have coming to him." He talks with his mouth mostly not full, but manners aren't his forte.

"Wow, hi, I'm kind of offended that you think I didn't already do that. Because I totally did." NO MANNERS INDEED!

She taps him under the chin before squishing his cheeks with her hand as she moves to sit on the edge of the bed."He basically told me not to get involved, but I tried, dude." The stuff on the desk catches her eye and she gestures wildly towards it. "The heck is all this stuff?"

He has jerky halfway to his mouth when she comes to squish his face, and he completely freezes. Don't take that as compliance, though, as his eyes are shooting daggers her way the whole time. Really? That's what they're doing now? Well, they did it once. If she does it again, she's going to be reminded of Dean's quick reflexes.

Sighing, he sets the jerky down and rubs his hand over his eyes. "Probably better if you didn't." He misses Sam. He misses Bobby, but that's for other reasons. At least he has Ellen now, but that's not exactly easy street. At her question, he lifts his head and looks down at his notes.

"Ideas for reconstruction. I'm thinking we should start with building back up a diner, or at least a big place where people can come eat." And where food can be stored. It's not a good idea to keep all the supplies too centrally located in case of some kind of attack, but a safe house would be nice.

Kenzi is completely immune to your eye-daggers, Dean. She's had worse from scarier not-people.

"Hey, I got your back, okay? I am 100% fine with you literally hiding behind me like a bitch if you need to. Me and Gabe are friends or whatever, he's not gonna mess me up just to get to you." At least, that's what she thinks. "And we're friends. You and me... right? We're buddies! We bonded." Didn't they? She can't tell half the time because Dean can really be a closed off, emotionally constipated jerkbutt. He's hard to read sometimes.

But these plans... these are cool. She likes these. That is actually kind of brilliant, and she grins. "Winchester! Nice job. Look at you, with your genius ideas, getting all organized, wow!"

It's sweet that she thinks Gabriel wouldn't mess her up if he wanted to, and Dean can't hide that in the look he gives her. He knows Gabriel can be loyal when he wants, to his family or to Kali or whatever, but he's less inclined to be sympathetic to him right now. He believes more in his vicious streak.

Are they friends? Dean doesn't... He has some friends now, he guesses, but he doesn't like, hang out with them. He looks away at her question, tapping his finger on his plans.

"We bonded when you punched me and I slammed you into a wall?" He lifts his eyes and flashes her a smile. Guarded, closed off, emotionally constipated... Yup.

"Hey, I'll put your name on one of the tables. How's that? Your own plaque." Friendship, in Winchester terms.

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