013 - You used to be much more..."muchier." You've lost your muchness.

[notdreaming]

[ Video ]

Um. What happens if I broke it?

[ Kara looks vaguely terrified, and she's holding what appears to be Dean's (or maybe Ben's, has anyone noticed how alike they look?) porcelain head gingerly by its hair. The rest of the doll is conspicuously absent. ]

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it just sort of... crumbled in my hand.

[ His feet are on the floor somewhere. ]

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[notdreaming]

I'm not really sure about anything. I picked it up and then kind of... crushed it.

[surfaceshine]

Can you do it again? [Cough.]

Hold on, lemme move out into the hallway.

[notdreaming]

Do... what? You want me to crush the head?

[surfaceshine]

Yeah. It's the only thing left, right?

Okay, go ahead.

[notdreaming]

Well, alright, I mean, if you're sure...

[ She's much more careful this time when she takes the thing between thumb and index finger. There's just the slightest twitch of movement and CRACK. Tiny little pieces. ]

[surfaceshine]

Yup. Hit it.

[He's not too proud to admit he flinches. He definitely flinches. Then he stands very still, eyes rolling thoughtfully as though he can see what the damage is.

Finally, shaking it off with a sniff:] Nope. Nothing. Huh.

[He glances down at his chest, eyebrows pulled together quizzically.]

[Private] /threadjack so sorry

[la_belle_rogue]

Dean Winchester! What in the hell were ya thinkin'?!

[Private]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean visibly startles, glancing over his shoulder first like maybe Rogue appeared just behind him, then looks down at the communicator. And grins.

Not at all guiltily. Oh no.]

Uhhhhh that you look really lovely today?

[Private]

[la_belle_rogue]

[Really, Dean? Really? ]

If y'weren't sick Ah'd march up there and knock some sense into ya.

[Private]

[surfaceshine]

[Apparently so.

He drops the act, shaking his head.]

Sugar, look. If I'm not being hurt by the doll, we need to figure out why. If it's something I can pass on to others, that's good. Right?

[notdreaming]

Rao.

I mean, this is what's been hurting everyone else, right?

[surfaceshine]

Yyyyeah?

I mean. How do you feel?

[notdreaming]

Achy.

[ But not bad enough for her to have hunted down whoever has her doll. ]

[surfaceshine]

You know who has yours?

I meant more like... were you angry? Did it make you feel like you should destroy it? Or was it really just an accident?

[deadly_ned]

Dean!

Kara, don't listen to him.

[notdreaming]

[ ... ]

Have I mentioned how fast I move?

[ We are down one doll head. ]

[deadly_ned]

He could have died.

He could have died. Why are we playing with dolls we know to be dangerous?

[notdreaming]

I wasn't playing! I just did what he asked.

[deadly_ned]

Never do what Dean asks.

[notdreaming]

I'm sorry! But he's okay, so...

[ don't be mad at her pls ]

[surfaceshine]

Oh, hey Squeaker!

What's up?

[deadly_ned]

Uhm. You. Apparently.

You shouldn't be alive. Why are you alive?

[surfaceshine]

Dunno. I have a lotta protections in my room, I thought that might be it, but maybe it's just the tattoo.

[Cough.] Thanks, by the way.

[deadly_ned]

Maybe.

Sorry. I am...glad you're all right. Just confused.

[surfaceshine]

Get down here five minutes ago. If it's the tattoo, I have something for you too.

You and me both, dude.