i blame it on my own sick pride

[venatical]

Who: Dean Winchester, Raphael, and Gabriel.
When: Day 72.
Where: The woods.
What: Raphael and Gabriel have some revenge plans for what Dean did as a trickster, and today's the day.
Warnings: Fighting animals/things in the woods, violence.

The message on the communicator had been clear: Sam's going to die if Dean doesn't get out there to save him quick enough, and if he brings anyone with him... that's it. Light's out.

The only thing he thinks about as he gets together as many weapons as he can carry is whether or not Gabriel and Raphael are going to leave him alone long enough for him to save his brother. If they don't, archangel or not, they better watch the fuck out.

He's quiet as he slips out of his house, and he tries to keep a low profile as he makes his way to the woods. He's poked around in them before, but he's never gone very far, having been told they're full of crap that'll kill him; it's on his list of things to do, but he didn't get a chance before being a trickster and then being grounded. He stops at the edge, adjusting his grip on the shotgun he has in one hand. He's thinking about taking out his Purgatory knife instead, but he'll stick with the gun for now.

No time to waste. He gathers himself together and strikes out, and the desperation that's building up behind his stone-faced hunter's expression pushes him forward not with a frantic, panicked walk but something hard and determined instead. He hasn't felt this ready to kill everything that gets in his way since Purgatory, and he finds himself slipping back into that mindset already.

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[venatical]

Sam is dead one minute, and alive the next? Only why should he trust these dickbags -- but then, no. Okay, no. They were fucking with him. What really sells it is Gabriel saying this is the best way to draw Dean out; he believes that they would go for the manipulation aspect, that fits, that makes more sense than them killing Sam. Killing Sam offscreen, he guesses he should say, as Raphael continues spewing his douchery everywhere.

It wouldn't solve anything if he said that Cas has killed more angels than Dean ever did, so he keeps his mouth shut on that, but it's still true and it fuels his continued annoyance at these jerkwads to never get over a goddamn thing, including the Apocalypse. Shit, Dean holds grudges, but he lives with freaking Meg. Can't these fuckers cool it?

Also, this threats weren't idle. When Gabriel says that, Dean meets his eye and lifts his eyebrow. If they had gone out here and killed Sam, and they did let Dean go, he would've figured out a way to make them pay.

"You did all this so I wouldn't want to kill you?" He doesn't need to say it plainly that he thinks that was stupid. He makes it obvious. Raphael sure did show his hand, didn't he? And now Dean knows where to get him where it hurts if he ever needs to, but Dean's not that kind of person. Usually. It's true the angels are more powerful than Dean can fathom, but that doesn't mean he couldn't find a way.

"Hate to break it to you, but I was fine with the both of you. Fans? No, but fine, sure. Fine enough to figure out how to exist with you around. I was out of my head when I turned into that trickster, did all kinds of crap I'm not proud of, crap I regret. You deserved what you got, but it's not like I'm burning a candle of hatred for the two of you. Maybe I would've apologized. But then you tormented me with cartoon animals and snake-vines." He smiles, but it's sharp. "Not smooth."

[hung_garian]

"Golly gee, Deano, I'm glad you learned to tolerate our existence. That's awful sweet of you - you're a saint. Really, I mean that." He doesn't mean that. "This isn't some kind of contest for the moral high ground, champ, or for who does and doesn't deserve to take revenge."

If it were, he'd be willing to concede that he doesn't have the moral high ground. It's never been much of a concern to him, really: justice is important to him, but not overwhelmingly so. His family is, and so is his pride. Any threat to either of those and he's perfectly willing to completely disregard any of the moral standards he holds others to. Especially when his family is apparently willing to do the same for him, which he deeply appreciates. He's not much one for displays of affection unless they're grandiose and ridiculous, but he leans into Raphael's touch just a fraction of an inch, and his expression softens a little. Unfortunately, he's still a bitter, sadistic, twisted kind of guy, so that's unlikely to actually let Dean off the hook at all.

"I don't care if you want me dead. Given how many times you've tried it, it doesn't exactly hurt my feelings any more. And believe it or not, I can't say I'm interested in listening to you rant and rave about it, so... if this hasn't helped you learn to play nice, we're probably gonna have to try a different method."

The thorns disappear from the vines, but they wrap around his limbs tighter to make up for it, enough to keep him from moving in any way likely to be helpful.

What d'you reckon, we about done here? I think I wanna leave him to stew for a bit. Figuratively rather than literally... tempting though that is.

[servingmichael]

"I think our mistake was thinking he could learn something." His tone was light which should have been a good sign to run.

Oh right, Dean couldn't.

I believe that sounds like an excellent plan.

"You do like the woods, right Dean?"

[venatical]

"Oh, yeah. They're a real vacation spot." Especially with all the things that want to rip him apart, and he's not even talking about what Gabriel and Raphael came up with.

[hung_garian]

"Good."

He turns and begins to walk away, gesturing for Raphael to follow. If Dean thinks that means this whole business is all over though, he'll be disappointed: the vines don't disappear or loosen at all. All that changes in the way of props is that a small team of cartoon rodents appear. Their outfits identify them as Alvin and the Chipmunks, and in case Dean has any trouble recognising them, they'll start singing a while later - probably about twenty minutes before they begin to chew through the vines. After a few paces, Gabriel looks back over his shoulder with a smirk that's about as far away from reassuring as is physically possible.

"Enjoy your night, Deano. Don't let the bedbugs bite... or anything else."