Dean Winchester (lovemesomepie) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-25 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, narrative |
Who: Dean Winchester
What: Dean commits a BAD PRANK
When: Just after he finishes texting Jo
Where: Jo's place
Status: DONE
Rating: Pretty low
"We're here, sir."
Dean blinked, then looked up at the cabbie with a smirk. The cab had stopped moving and they were at the Roadhouse, where Jo was currently living. It wasn't that he wanted to do what he had come to do, so much as the fact that he had to...but that didn't stop him from enjoying the necessary act of acquiring transportation.
Normally he would never take a cab because they smelled like old cheese, but with lunatic people close to him stooping to involving his baby in a prank war...well he had little choice. With both Sam and Jo having keys to the Impala "Just in case" he couldn't trust them not to take her for a little dip in a river, so she was locked away in a storage unit on the outskirts of the city with as many locks and protective signs that he knew how to use. She should be safe from man and otherworldly things until this mess was over.
Which brought him to his current predicament. Quietly, he went to the bushes, scooting out the large box that he had stashed earlier in the day when he still had a vehicle of his own. He'd had to actually leave the trunk of the Impala fully open when traveling down the highway to accommodate the hefty box, but he knew it would be worth it in the end. A few minutes later, Dean had scooted the cumbersome thing to rest just beside Jo's truck. He easily picked the lock of the old truck and within minutes his skill at hot wiring cars had the truck running. Carefully he backed the truck up a few feet and shifted it into park.
He sat in the driver's seat for a moment, wondering if he was actually going to go through with this, to not only steal Jo's truck and hold it hostage the way that she was holding half of his tapes hostage, but to prank her at the same time. Just thinking about the tapes made him more certain that he WAS going to do this.
Dean climbed out of the still running truck and scooted the box into the empty parking space. A few swift strokes with his knife made the box collapse and for the second time that day he was in awe of his handiwork. The truck was made for children, and had originally been silver, but an afternoon of careful work had turned it into a close replica of Jo's red truck.
A minute later, the finishing touches were in place. The box was out from under the car, the kid sized keys were in the ignition, and the jacket Dean had thrown in the back of Jo's real truck was in the same position of the miniature one. It looked like, overnight, the truck had shrunk. Pleased with his work, Dean climbed into the real truck and drove away.