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Tweak says, "HUG THE PORCUPINE!"

Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-24 15:58:00

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!complete, day 12, dean winchester, location: gym, remy lebeau

Day 12: 11AM
Who: Dean Winchester & Remy LeBeau
What: Dean has cake & revenge
When: Day 12: approximately 11am
Where: Just outside the gym
Rating: PG-13ish at the moment for language
Status: Complete

Nothing was sweeter than the spoils of war. The epic cake war of which he had been an unwilling pawn had caused his entire upper body to ache, not to mention the hormonal havoc it had wreaked with his lower body. He had half-expected to be tackled as he left with the cake while the other three were fighting over it. The red-eyed demon had seemed to never miss a beat but he'd certainly missed Dean shuffling off with the white box holding the prized cake.

He'd made his way slowly back to the gym taking the scenic route. He knew the dude at least would come looking for him there considering he knew full well what Dean's injuries were and that he'd need pain meds at some point. He wasn't going to be predictable with that cake. He hoped the guy went running around for an hour trying to figure out where his little treat was while Dean meandered through the woods, avoiding the sink holes and uprooted trees in a wide arc until he finally reached the gym again.

Now he was leaning against one of the less crumbled places near the main entry. Couldn't really call it a door anymore. He figured if any of them wanted their cake, they could damn well find him and try to make amends for that whole fiasco. He was holding a grudge, dammit. And if no one came he could offer it out in slices to the people inside. Might earn him some brownie points with Lexie too.

Now that he thought about it, maybe that was the best idea. Dean decided to carry the cake inside. Turning around, he looked down at the rubble to pick his steps carefully before actually starting inside this way. "Oh Lexie, I have cake," he said quietly to himself with a grin in the same tone as Ricky Ricardo had often said, "Lucy, I'm home!"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 06:00 pm UTC (link)

Gambit nodded easily when Dean said that they had themselves a deal... but he wasn't giving over the cake. Wait.. he still wanted to talk? He was asking about the cake! That little bastard. But Gambit kept his cool and simply inclined his head. Why did he want the cake? That was simple.

"'Cause m' hungry. An' 'dat--" He pointed at the cake then, eyebrows lifting. "Gon' be 'de mos' I eaten since I go' here. An' righ' now? I nee' it, mon ami." Not just because he was hungry, but because since he had no real vitamins in his system, no real nutrients, the sugar high was the only thing keeping him from settling on the floor and deciding that he didn't want to get up. Four days of nothing but twinkies, hohos, canned peaches, packets of sugar, and soda? He was only up and moving because he'd had two twinkies this morning. He had more, but he was saving them for later. And that cake? Oh, that cake.. It wasn't like everyone had food just laying around at their disposal right now, and there hadn't been any hunting or any food dropped off, and most of it had gone the way of the ruins when the ferris wheel had collapsed.

He was actually surprised Dean wasn't demanding to keep the cake. Where had he been finding food?

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hellsboy
2009-06-24 06:28 pm UTC (link)

Dean had, thanks to SlimFast bars, a large leftover can of beans his clone had stolen from the house and copious amounts of skunky beer, been surviving just fine. It wasn't his preferred diet, well maybe the beans were, but it was better than the junk food he'd seen in the convenience store and the pharmacy.

"Dude, is it like a crack cake or something? You look like you're fiending. What's wrong with you?" The dude did look like his was more than hungry for the cake. More than desiring the sugary sweetness of it. He needed it? Yeah there was more to this cake than met the eye and Dean wanted to know now.

"I'm not interested in helping you feed your addiction or whatever. I don't do dudes or drug addicts." If the guy wanted the cake he was going to have do better than that.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 06:29 pm UTC (link)

"Non, jus' 'de sugar-- look, ain' had much t' ea' an'.. wai'. Wha' you been eatin'?" He narrowed his eyes down curiously, before lowering them to look at the cake again. "Why ain' you tryin' for 'de ca'e?" Like the two women had been. Because Gambit was sure that they'd been going after the food because they were hungry. But he had been wrong, of course. He just didn't know it yet.

"Gimme 'de ca'e." He insisted with a little gesture of his gloved fingers. "'Den we keep talkin', oui?" He didn't want the other man to throw the cake.. or drop it.. or try to run off with it so Gambit would have to chase him down and tackle him, and risk losing the cake.

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hellsboy
2009-06-24 06:37 pm UTC (link)

"Beans, dude. Beans and beer." Yeah he wasn't mentioning the SlimFast bars. Not to this guy. "I'm not big on cake either. I love me some pie. The day there's pie is the day Dean Winchester is finally happy in this damned glass prison." He smiled then, one of his most charmingly amused smiles. He felt he had the upper hand here considering the dude was practically weak in the knees for the cake.

Shrugging, curiosity satisfied and revenge rendered null in the face of honest hunger, Dean reached out the cake to the guy. He would allow the other man to take it with no other strings attached. But an idea was coming to him now. Something that he hadn't been able to make happen yet because Sam was always so damned busy or MIA somewhere.

"Listen, there's more food. It's canned but we can get to it. If you want to eat, help me bring some back to everyone else since I can't really do it on my own." He indicated his bandaged hands. "By the way, where'd you train in First Aid? The Marquis de Sade School of Bedside Manner?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 06:50 pm UTC (link)

"Beans?" He questioned slowly. Beer didn't sit well with him, but beans? That was appealing. Real food was appealing, but he figured it was all gone by now. "Pie. Oui, apple pie.. pu'nkin pie.. don' like 'de cherries 'dough." He admitted with a shrug, bringing the cake in close to his chest. He was going to be very happy to be able to eat it later. That was, until he heard that there was more food. His eyebrows shot up and Dean got his full attention again.

"More?" There was more food? Canned food? "We gotta share it?" He wasn't really that interested in sharing, but if it meant he'd get to eat something real? Then sure, he could share. "A'righ', I help you ou'." Yeah, twist his arm, Dean. Offer him food and he'd do anything about right now.

"Firs' ai'? Don' know not'in' 'bou' firs' ai'." He shrugged up his shoulders. "Saw it on T.V. once, mon ami. Seem t' work a'righ', non?" He flashed him an easy smile, lifting his eyebrows up curiously. He was lying, of course. He had been taught first aid by the 'family', in case of emergencies. But he wasn't going to let Dean know that, it was a lot more fun to freak him out.

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hellsboy
2009-06-24 06:59 pm UTC (link)

"Beans. In a can this big," he said with a smile and held out his bandaged hands to indicate an economy sized can once the cake had been relieved from them. "And there was a whole pantry full of cans of food but I haven't been able to get it from the house to the town because of all the hullabaloo."

The dude was talking about pie and Dean was beginning to salivate. He wanted to mock-punch the guy's shoulder and tell him to shut up about the pie but well, the bandaged hands. He almost would say he'd kill for some pie right now. Take the cake, it wasn't a philly cheesesteak either. Oh damn.

"Yeah dude, we gotta share it. You'll help? Great." Dean half-smiled, appreciative of this red-eyed demon for the first time since meeting him. "I gotta go get some pain meds and rest first. Meet up with you later to go out there?" he asked.

Dean's jaw dropped when he was informed that the man who had appeared out of nowhere at Luna's side and proceeded to snap, crackle, pop his bones had seen it on fucking TV?! He could've kicked the dude but he needed the help if he wanted to bring that food finally out to the town. "Forget what I said earlier about never touching by ass and breasts. Dude, never touch me period okay?"

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 07:16 pm UTC (link)

"Oui, I help." He assured him, and was nodding when told that they'd meet later. "I be at 'de barn, you come an' see me when you wanna go, oui?" He could wait for a little longer to eat, as long as he had the cake to snack on. However, Dean was then freaking out about the first aid joke, and Gambit actually took a step back and broke out into laughter.

"Non, don' worry so much. Can' learn 'dat from 'de T.V. Ha' some trainin' when I was youn'er, in 'de Bayou. I know wha' I'm doin'. Promise. Ain' jus' go in 'dere an' star' pushin' stuff 'roun'." The Cajun laughed again and shook his head, before tucking the cake under his injured arm and bending to scoop up the radio and box of condoms, then he was offering them out to Dean.

"Why you assume I'm uh demon?" He was interested to know, though he knew he needed to head back. He had something to take care of with a Doctor and a masked friend. The time was getting nearer and he needed to figure out how he was going to do it.

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hellsboy
2009-06-24 07:57 pm UTC (link)

"Sounds good to me," he said and made a mental note to ask for pain meds that wouldn't put him to sleep this time. Last thing he needed was to be so drugged up he couldn't walk anywhere. He'd been wanting to get that food out to the town for a long time now. It was about time he finally connected with someone who would and could help.

Dean's eyes widened briefly and then settled into slightly narrowed slits. "Yeah and I learned how to get girls by watching Urkel. Dude, don't be pushing anything around on me, okay?" He was willing to overlook the whole incident with the cake fight if the guy wasn't going to hit on him but there was no getting past the fact that he could have been seriously maimed by someone claiming to have learned shit from the television. He was sure that couldn't be true but if it was, he wasn't letting Mr. Pop and Snap near him again.

"Where I come from, only things that have red or yellow eyes are demons," he said honestly before really thinking about it. Then, under his breath he added, "Not to mention you're an ass like every other demon I've met."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 08:28 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, oui? Ain' never met uh demon 'fore." He admitted. "An' I ain' 'dat bad. You makin' me seem worse 'den I am. Jus' like havin' fun." Hah. Yeah. Right. Fun. But really, it was true. He had to find something to amuse himself with in this place, or else he'd become like the rest of them.. dejected and whining and miserable. And Gambit wasn't fond of being miserable.

"C'mon, gotta a'mi', wasn' bad, playin' in 'de down, oui? Jus' a game. You don' play where you come from, mon ami? Ain' go' no places t' play? Kinda sad, non?" He shook his head a little, but was smiling all the same, and he was pressing the radio in against Dean's chest, so he could wrap his arms around it and hold on. "G'wan an' see 'de pretty doct'r." He made a gesture back with his head, motioning into the gym. "Fin' me when you wan' me."

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hellsboy
2009-06-24 08:38 pm UTC (link)

"You got a hard on against my ass. That's bad enough, dude," he answered with a laugh. He wasn't holding a grudge about that anymore but he wasn't going to let the other guy live it down either. Wasn't like Dean had gotten a hard on over the hard on against his ass. No... really. He hadn't.

See, that was more like it. Respect. Dean pulled his arms around the precious radio and cradled it as though it were a newborn. If this was all he was going to get of his beautiful car in this crappy place he was going to treasure it. Without the likes of this red-eyed demon knowing how important it was to him. Probably more important than the damn cake was to the other man. He smiled a toothy grin usually reserved for charming women.

"See you later, sweet cheeks," he taunted and turned away then to head inside the gym and find his cot before anything else. Couldn't very well see Lexie with a huge radio and a pack of condoms, so nicely laid on top of the radio, in his arms. She'd get the entirely wrong idea - er well the right idea for him but probably not one she'd be interested in just now.

Looking over his shoulder he called out to Gambit, "Don't stand me up, demon."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-24 09:38 pm UTC (link)

"You were wigglin' on me. 'Dat nice, tigh' ass.." But he was lifting his free hand almost immediately, laughing as he did. He hadn't meant anything by it! Just kidding. But he did give Dean a wink. Playful Cajun.

Still he was moving aside to allow Dean inside, and tucking the cake in closer to his chest. Man, he was starving.

"Ain' gon' stan' you up, mon ami. Gon' be wai'in' f' you." He gave a lazy wave, before sticking his free hand in his pocket and wandering back away from the gym, heading for the barn. He was going to eat every bit of this cake.

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