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shatterverse2008-09-27 02:20 pm
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Dean hates Kansas.
Dean hates Metropolis. It's got no right sittin' there in the middle of Kansas, out of place as a fuckin' donkey at a ball. He knows America and he knows the roads and the highways and he fucking hates that this world's twisted them all around.
Dean hates Lawrence. Sammy's still there. And Dean's not going back.
Dean hates himself, too, for that.
A surefire cure for angry emo bitterness is beating the shit out of people, however, and fortunately there's a lot of shit going round. Suburbs of Metropolis, clubs, late at night, there's always some chick he can bail outta trouble. That way he gets to beat people up and then gets laid.
Presently, Dean is in a back alley, glaring at a guy on the ground who thought he'd drag some naive little chick into the mens' room even though she was fighting. Jerk. And worse, not even a tough jerk. Dean's not even breathing hard. Waste of a fucking fight.
Yeah ... Dean hates Metropolis.
Dean hates Metropolis. It's got no right sittin' there in the middle of Kansas, out of place as a fuckin' donkey at a ball. He knows America and he knows the roads and the highways and he fucking hates that this world's twisted them all around.
Dean hates Lawrence. Sammy's still there. And Dean's not going back.
Dean hates himself, too, for that.
A surefire cure for angry emo bitterness is beating the shit out of people, however, and fortunately there's a lot of shit going round. Suburbs of Metropolis, clubs, late at night, there's always some chick he can bail outta trouble. That way he gets to beat people up and then gets laid.
Presently, Dean is in a back alley, glaring at a guy on the ground who thought he'd drag some naive little chick into the mens' room even though she was fighting. Jerk. And worse, not even a tough jerk. Dean's not even breathing hard. Waste of a fucking fight.
Yeah ... Dean hates Metropolis.
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This whole conversation is seriously creeping him out.
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He licks his lips again.
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Dean objects strenuously to this line of thought!
"There's a hamburger place across th'road. Go there. 'Scuse me."
He moves over to crouch by the would-be rapist and slap his face several times.
Whispered: "Get the hell outta here, you. Now."
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Dean kicks him again. "Get. Out. Of. Here. And don't let me see you again or your ass is toast."
The guy scrambles to his feet, glances from Dean to the older gentleman, and decides better of it -- he flees.
Dean shrugs, in answer to Hannibal. "I like pies."
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He checks his watch. "I'd love to stay here and chat, but I'm afraid that the world is moving on without us. Ta." He turns and walks away.
He's only heading the same way as the would-be rapist by coincidence. Really.