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Post by Timur on Sept 9, 2016 23:35:46 GMT
They had gone out to get a drink, just Sam and Dean. With the rest of the group now they didn't get much brother time anymore. They didn't do this much in the first place, so why not?
Well, the problem was that Sam had had a little to much to drink. When Dean noticed that Sammy had gotten drunk, he decided that was the time they went back home. Dean drove, and Sam made stupid comments on things.
Now the same drunk moose was seated in the main hallway thingy, an ignored glass of water in front of him. His chair was turned sideways so he wasn't facing the table, and a goofy smile was drawn on his face. He sat in his usual manner when he was drunk, legs spread out and his head tilted a bit to one side. Right now he was thinking about fawnpelt, her dog form mainly as that's what his drunk mind remembered. His drunk head did remember her human form but only faintly, as she spent most of her time in her dog form. He didn't make the connection that they were the same person, and Fawn could probably find out exactly what he was thinking and all that stuff via telepathic bond. Dean walked back into the room to check on Sam, and sighed a bit when he saw that Sam hadn't touched the water. "Drink the water Sam." Dean told him. Sam would move his head to look at Dean, and replied with "You didn't say the magic woord." his words notably slurred but his tone happy. He always had been a happy drunk.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 10, 2016 0:04:50 GMT
Fawn knew exactly what he was thinking. The moment he got drunk, Fawn knew. She finally decided to roll out of bed and her claws clicked on the floor. She shifted to human and made her way to the main area. The moment she saw Sam, she knew. Knew exactly what had happened. Bob was the same way, except Sam wasn't staggering into camp in the dead of night calling 'I looove you Faaaaawnppeeeeelt!' Glad he wasn't either. At Dean's failed attempt she would huff. "Lemme give it a shot." She said before carefully stalking over to him. Okay, he didn't know her human form, from his thoughts, so she shifted to dog. With this, she would nudge the water towards him, collar catching the light. "Drink the water, Sam." She would speak to him telepathically.
Alula was next to approach, brown and green eyes wide. "He's drunk, isn't he?" She spoke to Dean, looking at her uncle. She had gotten drunk as well... and was the exact same way. Dean hadn't noticed, it seemed. But now she feared he would recognize it.
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Post by Timur on Sept 10, 2016 0:26:25 GMT
Sam Winchester A blonde also came into his view, a short one at that. She said something to Dean and then woah. Wait she was human how could she shift into a dog? Hey it was Fawnpelt! He thought. Could Fawnpelt change species? Eh whatever. And then another woah. A voice sounded in his head, a voice similar to the one that had spoken to Dean. This highly confused drunk Sammy. He just couldn't put together the puzzle pieces that were right in front of him. Meh. "But I don't need the water." he stubbornly replied, out loud of course. Dean Winchester Alula asked him a question. He hadn't been aware of her presence so it surprised him a bit, and Dean whirled around to face her, relaxing when he realized it was only Alula. That girl could sneak up on a mouse in a field of dry leaves it seemed. Where has she picked up the term drunk? Probably from him actually. Oops. "Had a little to much to drink, but Sam'll be fine." Dean said.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 10, 2016 0:44:34 GMT
Fawn snorted. "Yes you do." She spoke to him again through telepathy. "Please? I wuv you!" She was using puppy eyes now, attempting to guilt him into it. She wagged her tail.
Alula could sneak very easily; unintentionally. It was like she was a ghost, not meaning to startle anybody. She flinched as he turned around, expecting something painful from experience. "I don't like him this way... he's so confused. Weak." She was still stuck on survival of the fittest, being raised that way. "It makes us vulnerable." She would say this more quietly, as if not to upset Dean.
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Post by Timur on Sept 10, 2016 1:09:20 GMT
Sam Winchester The voice sounded in his head again. But did he really need the water? She turned on the puppy eyes and acted like the cutest dog on the entire planet. "I love you Fawnpelt." he replied. He didn't get the wording quite right, but drunk or not he still loved Fambi. It seemed as if she wanted him to drink the water. Why he wasn't sure, but it couldn't hurt him right? Sam looked at the glass of water and thought a moment, nothing deep but debating on wether or not to drink the water. In the end he decided to drink it. He would reach a hand out to pick it up, missing the first time but getting it the second, and bringing the glass to his lips and tipped the glass back. The thing was he forgot to open his mouth so he would actually drink the water, and a good amount of the water ended up on his shirt and pants before he realized it. After he realized his eyes would momentarily widen and he would open his mouth enough to actually drink the water this time. Whoops. Dean Winchester It made sense, Alula's point of view, when he thought about it. She was raised on the streets. The slightest weakness could spell doom. It would take a long time to wean her off of it, but in the meanwhile he just had to be patient. "There's nothing to harm us here." Dean said, and decided that a drunk uncle was not something she should be seeing. Luckily he wasn't a mad or violent drunk, but it would be a bad influence on Alu. It was getting rather late, so he could use that to get her away. "How about you go get to bed? It's pretty late." Dean told her, flashing her a smile. He noted how Sam talked when Fawn hadn't, and concluded that she would be speaking to him through telepathy, as witches and familiars could do. She seemed to be doing pretty well, so he would focus on Alula for now.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 10, 2016 1:25:05 GMT
Fawn pinned her ears as he failed at drinking water, but she would wag her tail to show he had done a good thing. She would flash a look at Dean, jumping slightly at the appearance of Alula. Why hadn't she heard Alula sneak up? Huh. She would turn her green gaze back to her boyfriend, wagging her tail still.
Alula shifted, unsure about what he said. Anybody can harm anyone. Dean could turn rabid and attack her at any moment, Fawn could sink her teeth into Sam's eye sockets, her lower canines sliding under his jaw and shake her head back and forth. She shivered at such a thought and banished it. His next words caused her to feel disappointed. He flashed a smile. How could going to bed be a good thing? She pouted. "But, Dean, I'm not tired." She objected. She probably wouldn't be until the next night; she use to stay up for nights on end.
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Post by Timur on Sept 10, 2016 1:41:03 GMT
Sam Winchester She seemed happy. Happy was good. The goofy smile was still on his face and it only broadened. Her tail wagged. That had to be good. Sam set the glass down, which was now pretty much empty even if some of its previous contents were on him. His gaze would turn back to Fawnpelt, and Sam reached out to attempt to scratch her ear. Being drunk it wouldn't be like usual if he even got it. "Your fluffy." he commented, letting out a happy chuckle. Dean Winchester The chances of those things happening were low. Her hesitance caused him to be a bit confused, and then he remembered that kids didn't like going to bed. "Sleep's good for you." he countered. Sleep deprivation could lead to a variety of bad things, just ask Sam. It sucked.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 10, 2016 2:25:13 GMT
He missed her ear completely, to her despair. His next comment made her slightly annoyed. She was not fluffy! She was a short hair! Definitely not a long hair!
Alula snorted. "But Da-Deaan! I don't want to go to bed!" She complained. She had caught herself before she had called him "dad". She wasn't sure if she did it on purpose or not.
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