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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[surfaceshine]

[Well someone looks pale. Like, hello sheet of freckles not previously visible pale.

His voice isn't shaking, though. Maybe it's just the cold making him look like maybe he just dodged a bullet. Right.]

Um.

[notdreaming]

I'm really, really sorry.

[ But he looks kind of okay, so...? ]

[surfaceshine]

No it's uh. It's fine, darlin'.

Don't suppose you happened to see what kinda clothes it was wearing?

[notdreaming]

Um.

[ She didn't look closely at the clothes before it shattered. ]

It has blue pants? [ There are bits of those left! ]

[surfaceshine]

Okay, that was... probably me.

[He glances down, pats his own chest, coughs and then feels his neck.

Nope. He shakes his head and looks back up, visibly relieved.]

I'm fine.

[notdreaming]

Really? Oh, thank Rao.

[surfaceshine]

Yeah, I don't...

That's weird. Everyone else is... You're sure that's one-a the new ones? Or something?

[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.

[notdreaming]

Rao.

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

[surfaceshine]

Yyyyeah?

I mean. How do you feel?

[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.

[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.