Dean Winchester (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-09-06 12:43 pm
kickingand) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-06 12:43 pm
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hail the orphan king(s)
Who: Dean and uh.... a wee Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide!
Action: Red Fish
When: nooww
[ Dean looks ultimately..... tired. And vaguely grumpy, but when does he not look like either of those things. Though it could be said he has good reason for this as there is a toddler-sized child in his arms, preoccupied with screeching and reaching desperately for the ground. It's shouting his name on repeat 'Dean, dowwn, Dean, dooowwn!' but as soon as he puts the child back on the floor, he's immediately reaching back up again, tugging on Dean's jacket, arms reaching for the sky.
'Dean! Deaaan!'
Truth be told, this is not actually something unfamiliar to him.
It's just something that feels as if it happened a million years ago. ]
Looking for some place to take a kid. [ Wait, let's rephrase. ] Not to dump him, but to get him outside.
Don't feel like cramping him up in here while we've got the chance to get out and-- haven't exactly toured the place much. Just want to get him out without having to deal with... anything. Keep him in here and he'll find his way to the armory when i'm not looking.
[ You think he's kidding. Winchesters and guns are like peanut butter and jelly.... give Dean another second while he swaps the kiddo from one hip to another, almost like he's done this once or twice before. It almost even looks like he's doing that bouncing-baby thing. ]
I'd appreciate the advice.
Broadcast: fleetwide!
Action: Red Fish
When: nooww
[ Dean looks ultimately..... tired. And vaguely grumpy, but when does he not look like either of those things. Though it could be said he has good reason for this as there is a toddler-sized child in his arms, preoccupied with screeching and reaching desperately for the ground. It's shouting his name on repeat 'Dean, dowwn, Dean, dooowwn!' but as soon as he puts the child back on the floor, he's immediately reaching back up again, tugging on Dean's jacket, arms reaching for the sky.
'Dean! Deaaan!'
Truth be told, this is not actually something unfamiliar to him.
It's just something that feels as if it happened a million years ago. ]
Looking for some place to take a kid. [ Wait, let's rephrase. ] Not to dump him, but to get him outside.
Don't feel like cramping him up in here while we've got the chance to get out and-- haven't exactly toured the place much. Just want to get him out without having to deal with... anything. Keep him in here and he'll find his way to the armory when i'm not looking.
[ You think he's kidding. Winchesters and guns are like peanut butter and jelly.... give Dean another second while he swaps the kiddo from one hip to another, almost like he's done this once or twice before. It almost even looks like he's doing that bouncing-baby thing. ]
I'd appreciate the advice.
no subject
[ Dean knows he hasn't paid her even close to his full attention since she's come back from the dead - they've likely bumped up against each other in passing or something of the sort and he feels dickish that he hasn't done more. But he felt like it wasn't his place, was too distracted with Cas' departure (still is) and now he just feels kind of awkward about it altogether. ]
I swear, the next time an augment fucks with someone-- [ What're you gonna do about it, Dean? Even though he's once again back to setting little Sammy on the ground, watching as he toddles his way on over. ]