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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Or maybe she's being honest for once. Yeah, yeah, honesty from a demon. But really, at least you know what you're getting with a demon. Not like 99.9% of angels who are supposed to be the good guys doing God's work and turn out to be dicks. At least you can trust a demon to try and stab you in the back. But hey, it's been ages since she last tried to kill him, right? Right. And if she wanted to kill the angel she would've done it when he was half comatose.

"I was just telling you a story to pass the time. You're the one who made it personal."

And she's back to stealing a handful of his chips.

He gives her a look when she steals his chips, but it's not a good look. Not for her, anyway. Because Dean's starting to look smug, and that's probably not good. She should probably think about saying something to distract him, but -- oops, too late.

"And what if I told Cas this completely impersonal story that isn't about anyone we know?"

Sometimes she wishes she had gutted both Winchesters when she had the chance. Life would be so much simpler.

Instead of taking the bait she simply rolls her eyes at him. "Stories are meant to be shared. It's what they're for." And if Dean wants to tell Cas a story about unicorns and squirrels he's more than welcome to try.

Aw, shit. Backfire. What if he tells him and Cas is into it? And let's be real -- he probably is into it. In fact, Dean'd been more sure of Cas being into it than Meg even before they got here. And now she "loves" him and he has starry eyes for her thorns and it's going to end in pain for him. Or Dean. Probably Dean. Either way, doesn't matter, he doesn't want that. He saw Cas first anyway; what's she doing, trying to hone in on his angel?

He's caught and his face shows it. Double crap.

"You gonna tell him?"

"Oh yeah, course. I'm going to waltz up to Cas - an angel warrior of the Lord, I might add - and tell him all the ways he makes me all tingly and squishy inside when he's near me. And then we'll skip off into the sunset together to bake cupcakes with sprinkles on and hug puppies." Just in case he misses that oozing sarcasm, the answer to that question is a great, big, fat no.

"Besides, he was your boyfriend first. Wouldn't want to get in the way of those awkward trainwreck feelings."

Cas is an angel warrior of the Lord, yeah, but he's not that warrior-y towards her, and though Cas would probably be too awkward to know what to do with himself, he doesn't think Cas would be, like, offended or grossed out. Honestly, it makes Dean think of that one time the android on that starship show got a girlfriend and kept calculating the right pressure to kiss her with without crushing her mouth. That would be Cas.

Her saying he was Dean's boyfriend first now is not good timing. He'd actually been doing an okay job of not thinking about what trickster!him did to Cas, how upset he'd been that Cas didn't want to jump his bones, semi-disturbing things like that. And now that he's facing the fact that he's jealous and uncomfortable that Meg loves him too?

...did he just think too?

Moving on, it's just a weird time to be in Dean's head.

"There's nothing -- He's not -- Whatever. I don't care." Convincing, isn't he? He rubs his hand over his neck and scowls to himself, turning away from him. "Do what you want."

Oh man. If the Winchesters ever see a therapist then the therapist will need a therapist to recover. Talk about emotional baggage. And denial. So, so much denial. Shame Dean has that pretty little tattoo on his chest. Meg would just love to get inside him and poke around at that car crash of feelings.

She arches a brow at him. "Do what I want? Is that an invitation? Maybe I'll just take the angel for a trip downstairs. He can sit at my right hand as my Prince. You gotta admit bad looks so good on him..."

He rolls his eyes so hard it hurts.

"Yeah, awesome. I really love that bonkers gibberish of his." Being bad breaks Cas, and he'd be snappier if he didn't think she was mostly kidding, even if there's some truth in that. Anyway, what's she going to do? Tell the people holding them here that she's gotta run out for some Hell-fried chicken and she's bringing the angel with her?

"You looking to make any other personal revelations to me? Are you a bed-wetter?"

He would look damn good downstairs though. Fire and rage reflect so well in those pretty blue eyes. He could be her prince. But the other angels would likely smite her, or Dean would stab before she could get her little unicorn anywhere near Hell. Shame.

Besides, he is beautiful just the way he is.

"Why don't you spend the night sometime and find out for yourself..."

have you talked to the man upstairs?

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