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Post by Timur on Dec 26, 2016 23:24:10 GMT
They had had a successful hunt, he was happy. Sure it was just a vamp nest but it had been a large one, and they had taken it down with relative ease even with the Zadiel's guys apocalypse threat. Dean was happy. You know what this called for? A celebratory drink.
They had enough beer in the bunker so he stayed here, getting drunk off his mind. Sam wasn't drunk, but he did have some buzz going from what alcoholic beverage he had drank that night. Dean had drank much more and had not even five minutes ago tried to convince Sam to do a karaoke contest with him, but Sam wasn't drunk enough to say yes. Sam had tried to tell Dean to stop but once he was drunk there was no stopping him. Now Dean had another idea, another one he wouldn't do while sober. "Hey Alula, come here!" he called out, his words as slurred as you would expect after so much beer.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 26, 2016 23:34:40 GMT
Alula knew better than to ask to go on hunts any more. Dean was going to say no. So, Alula had sat on her bed, on her knees might I add, and was currently testing just how flexible she was. She sat back, back laying against the bed. Yes! She was flexible enough to do that! Almost immediately after, Coca bounded over, flopping onto her belly and laying there, purring and tickling her with his tail. She giggled, running her hand over the brown CoffiCat's back. Wait. Was that Dean calling for her? Shrugging, she sat up, forcing Coca to move onto her shoulder, and left the room. She made her way down to the kitchen, peering in. She obviously hadn't picked up on the slurred words. "Yesss?" She asked, walking in as Coca wrapped his tail around her neck, a kind of scarf, really.
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Post by Timur on Dec 26, 2016 23:45:17 GMT
A huge smile would be strewn across his face, and when Alula walked in he'd be fumbling to find his machete. He was alerted by her voice and would turn his head, late of course due to the beer suppressing reflexes. "I'm gonna teach you somethin', just gimme a sec." Dean spoke, going back to fumbling around to find the blade. Soon enough he found it and would hold it up proudly, smiling at the slightly bloodied blade. "You're gonna learn to chop off a vamp's head." he stated, just as proudly. Sam's head jerked up at that statement, tearing away from the book he had been reading. That was not what he had been expecting Dean to say- well he wasn't sure what he had been expecting but it wasn't that. The larger male then said "Wait a minute Dean, you sure about this? I mean you are drunk and all." wanting to make sure he didn't do something he regretted. Maybe it wasn't completely the beer, but Sam would try. "'M not drunk! And I'm gonna teach her whether you like it or not!" Dean protested back. Sam rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just don't kill each other." the Winchester replied, the last bit a little jokingly. Dean then focused his attention on his daughter, the machete having been lowered because his arm got tired. "So whaddya say? Wanna learn to kill vamps?" his words this whole time and throughout this thread would be slurred, though not all would pick up on it. At least he was a happy drunk this time, not a self loathing one.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 26, 2016 23:56:07 GMT
//he legit became a southern trash bag.
Alula would watch his slowed movements with sudden interest. He never acted this way... she hadn't ever seen him drunk so couldn't identify it. As soon as he picked up the deadly blade, she immediately got a sixth sense feeling. Something bad was gonna happen and she wasn't sure what. Coca seem to sense it too because he squeaked like a fox and scurried down her back, probably going to her bedroom. She couldn't quite blame him, she kinda wanted to follow him. But, sadly, she wasn't as small. Sam's sudden movement caused her to turn her gaze to him. Drunk? Dean spoke again and she started comparing their words. Dean sounded like a southern trash bag. Wait, teaching her to kill a vamp? She didn't think this day would ever come- this wasn't supposed to happen. She shot Sam a pleading look, suddenly realizing just how much drunk Dean was and partially wanted Sam to argue more. However, he immediately gave up and Alula felt really spooked. However, Dean mentioned hunting again and she brightened up. What could go wrong? I mean, Dean was so drunk he probably couldn't even find a nest even if he tried! She was probably lying to herself but all well. May aswell learn. "Sure."
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Post by Timur on Dec 27, 2016 0:40:58 GMT
Dean wasn't going to find a vamps nest, no that was something not even drunk him would do. Plus he didn't know where one was. He was going to train her to fight vamps. Get that swinging motion down, hack at whatever target dummy he could find, things like that. When she said sure his gaze would brighten. "Follow me!" the eldest Winchester said happily, sloppily making the gesture to follow as he promptly turned around to walk out of the bunker, hoping he didn't trip up on the stairs. The stairs would be a challenge for sure, but after that he was confident he could teach her to kill a vampire.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 27, 2016 1:14:38 GMT
Alula shot her uncle a final pleading look. "If I don't come home, tell everybody I love them. Except for lucifer." She muttered to the point he wouldn't hear. Welp. There was no going back now. Sighing deeply, she followed after her father, excitement yet anxiety pricking at her. Maybe this wasn't a good idea... but all well. Even so, Alu could fight. Hopefully well enough.
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Post by Timur on Dec 27, 2016 6:14:14 GMT
Sam was back to his book so missed the look, and since her words had been spoken softly he didn't hear them. Speaking of lucifer he would appear as well, an eyebrow raised. Well Dean really was drunk, more drunk than lucifer had ever seen him before. Ignoring the fact that he hadn't truly seen him drunk. "Good luck." he told Alu with a smile that only he and his children possessed. Dean would be oblivious to the meaning behind his daughter's words, focused on teaching her to hunt. "Cm'on let's go!" he said with an enthusiasm that was usually uncharacteristic of him.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 27, 2016 6:21:38 GMT
God she hated that smile. That smile annoyed the crap out of her. "Oh no. You know what? You're coming with me." She growled at him, giving him a look that said 'let's go'. Speaking of going, Dean was acting... like her. It's like they had swapped places. "That's right, Luci. Let's go." She spoke so only he could hear. Before following after Deaan.
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Post by Timur on Dec 27, 2016 6:40:38 GMT
Well at least she was talking, that was a start. Much farther than he got than with Sam. He put up his hands in a mock sign of surrender and said "Alright alright I'll go, no need to be so demanding I was thinking of coming anyways." before putting his hands down and following Alula, deciding to walk instead of teleport because why not. It was him in her head so he could mess with things a bit and it took no extra energy to "walk" or "teleport" so he would stay in her line of sight.
/rushed bc sister sorry
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Post by Pebble on Dec 27, 2016 7:01:19 GMT
Alula roles her eyess, shoving her hands in her pockets and following quite grumpy after Dean, making sure to keep one eye on Lucifer. She grunted as she almost tripped up the stairs. Wow. She wasn't even the one drunk! Sighing, she continued on, following Dean out the door and attempting to hit Luci with it by closing it quickly behind her. Sure he wasn't real but, it would be funny as hell if it did hit him.
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Post by Timur on Dec 27, 2016 22:45:34 GMT
It was quite a challenge for Dean to get up the stairs. He almost tripped a couple times and had to cling to the railing for support. But he got it, managing to get up to the landing and fumble with the doorknob to get it open and go outside, stumbling a bit. Lucifer was close behind the two and noticed the door, however since he was a hallucination of sorts the door just went right through him. Dean would lead Alula out into an open field, where he waited to see if she was ready for the next bit he had in mind.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 28, 2016 0:41:58 GMT
Disappointment strung across her face at Lucifer. It didn't hurt him just... past through him. Perfect. She frowned before bounding after her father, looking at him with fake excitement. She gave a nod to show she was ready.
//short lol
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Post by Timur on Dec 29, 2016 20:14:57 GMT
Dean couldn't pick up on the falseness of the excitement shown, he was too drunk. He just took what Alula said for true. Once he was confident that she was ready he would say "Ok, Vamp huntin' 101. Don't believe the common beliefs of 'em. They're trash and not right. Garlic does nothing and sun doesn' burn 'em. You gotta chop of their head or they won't die. They heal real fast to it's like they've got mad skills so just cut off the head or they'll probably survive." he spoke, forgetting the part about a stake through the heart belief, or that sunlight does hurt them it just doesn't burn them. "That's where this comes in. You take this, swing reaaaaal good, and they're head'll pop off like a bouncy ball." he paused, collecting his thoughts before thrusting the handle of the machete out towards his daughter. "Practice your swing. Ain't no flimsy whack gonna kill 'em. Find a tree or somethin' to practice on." Dean instructed.
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Post by Pebble on Dec 30, 2016 4:22:36 GMT
//he's so drunk I can't.
Alula already knew this! She read a book on this. Well... all well. He'd probably call her a nerd anyways so, she just went along with it. Howevr, the handle was thrusted out to her and she jumped a bit, not expecting him to hand it to her so dangerously. He was drunk and Alula was tempted to just turn away now. She looked to Luci out of the corner of her eye for the slightest bit of comfort, deciding he was better than her own father at this point. However, she took the handle anyways and slowly pulled it from him, taking it and balancing her weight so it was easier to hold. Did he just tell her to find a tree? Her eyes gave away her doubt and confusion as they were in the middle of a fricking feild. However, she did as she was told and looked around the edges. Trees. Carefully, and obviously holding the blade the wrong way but dean was drunk so, Alula made her way to the far edges of the feilds, actually using Lucifer as a kind of reassuring thing, like Kid Dean and his coloring books.
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Post by Timur on Jan 28, 2017 18:53:10 GMT
Lucifer noticed that she was holding it wrong, and waited for Dean to correct her, but he didn't. Dean must not of noticed. The fallen archangel had also noticed her glances, the way she looked to him for comfort. Huh. He would draw forwards to the youngest Winchester and say "Hold it like this." and attempt to gently correct the way she held the blade. Hopefully he didn't startle her or anything, Dean couldn't see him so who knew what crazy conclusion his drunk mind would jump to.
Dean gave an encouraging smile when she took the machete, unaware that she was holding it wrong. The smile widened when she found the tree, and he would follow her to give her further instruction. Once they got to a tree he would say "Now whack it. Show me what ya got." he could build off of there, plus it served as a time filler for thinking. That seemed like a sound plan to him.
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