Deerington Inbox

[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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[demonicbeauty]

Well, there are other people out here, looking for food and water.

Someone's gotta make sure they don't get dragged away by monsters.

[venatoris]

[ jfc. there's logic there, because Dean has absolutely been that person before. ]

Okay, fair.

But does it have to be you?

[demonicbeauty]

Well...I suppose it doesn't have to be, strictly speaking. But since I have training, shouldn't it be? I mean, it would be kinda selfish if I didn't at least try to help.

[venatoris]

Makin' me sound real bad, Ariadne.

[demonicbeauty]

What? No! I didn't mean to imply anything about you!

[venatoris]

I know, I know. Just messing with you.

[ He has a whole damn cabin full of friggin' circus monkeys that he's trying to keep safe, to be fair. Normally, he'd be out doing the same damn thing. ]

You're not alone though. Right? Like you've got a pod, don't you?

[demonicbeauty]

A...pod?

[venatoris]

Yeah. A group to stay with, basically.

[demonicbeauty]

Of whales?

[She's terribly confused.]

No. I live alone.

[venatoris]

You’re living alone in all this shit?

[demonicbeauty]

I told you before. I don't have any family here.

[venatoris]

[ Well, fuck.

God Sam's gonna kill him. They don't really have the room, thank God for his spacious basement. ]

Why don't you stay with us for a little while? You can bunk with that librarian Sam brought home.

[demonicbeauty]

That's a very kind offer, Dean.

But the last thing I want to do is get in your way.

[venatoris]

We'll deal with it. You remember where I live, don't you?

[demonicbeauty]

I do.

[Hard to forget that smell.]

[venatoris]

[ Excuse you his place is very clean with good people in it now, tyvm ]

Good. See you soon.

[demonicbeauty]

Uh...

Well, I suppose I can bring some of the supplies I have to share.

[venatoris]

[ he won’t turn it down. ]

Sure, that’s fine. Doors open.

[ And because the Winchesters have no phone etiquette, he just hangs up. ]