[OPEN] Getting Back Into the Groove [R for cussing most likely]

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Where has Dean been, do you ask?

Well, for one, he's been relaxing. That mission thing? Ridiculous. Dean's pretty sure he's not going to be emotionally traumatized, because hell, obviously he's been through worse, but man, that was one hell of a trip. So he's in the mindset of believing that yes, he deserves some downtime. That's why he's in the Sensoriums, his favorite usual hang out on the giant meatship. The room's turned into Bobby's junkyard again, only this time he's got his Impala. He's working on fixing the problems he'd told Stacy to program into the car, and really, this is probably the most relaxing thing he's done in a while.

Of course, he wouldn't mind having some company. He's thinking about seeing if Stacy can conjure him up a Bobby, just to have someone to banter with, but he hasn't really decided yet. So at the moment, he's under the hood of the Impala, messing with something with a wrench while Led Zeppelin's You Shook Me plays from a boombox nearby. He may or may not be singing along as he works.

Life is good.

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[governmentninja]

He probably could've said something the moment he entered the Sensorium, but where's the fun in that? What? Thought the McNinja's were the only Irish ninjas on board? Think again.

Not that Leon had to try hard to be stealthy with the loud music playing.

Anyway, he waited patiently until Dean reached back for a different wrench, then handed it over.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

So here Dean is, minding his own business and totally not paying attention like he should be when Leon speaks up. Not that Dean's losing his touch or anything; technically, he's more on alert than normal, considering the whole demon swamp thing from the mission. This explains why Dean flips around and throws the wrench as hard as he can at whatever had just talked.

What? It's a reflex.

[governmentninja]

Fortunately, Leon also has good reflexes. It was just a simple sidestep to avoid the wrench, which he watched said a good distance.

"Not bad."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing Leon has good reflexes. Flying wrenches are usually not fun at close range. Or... any range, really.

"Jesus, give a guy a heart attack, why don't you," Dean grumbles, turning back to his car. "You get a kick out of watching people without them knowing you're there?"

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam wanders into Dean's sensorium and takes a look around, recognizing immediately the set up as the Singer Scrap Yard, the junk yard owned by John Winchester's long-time friend--and the only father-figure Sam and Dean now have--Bobby Singer. Sucking in a breath, the younger--and taller--Winchester wanders through the yard and over to where Dean is bent over with his head underneath the hood of the Impala.

"You plan on moving in or what?" Sam finally spoke, announcing his presence, and eased himself into a blue vinyl back seat that had been removed from another car and left sitting out in the open.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean doesn't jump, he swears. It's not fault he's extra twitchy; in fact, it takes all he has not to chuck another wrench like he had at Leon earlier. Instead, Dean keeps his cool and glances up at Sam, flashing him a grin.

"Nah, just bored outta my skull," Dean replies, straightening up and wiping the grease from his hands. "Not like there's anything else to do here."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? Try sittin' on your butt in a hospital bed doing nothing but tracing trapezoids day after day," Sam countered in a rather childish game of 'one-up-man-ship.'

He then folds his arms over his chest and it's plainly obvious that Sam is just as bored as his brother is. That or something is bothering him.

"You need any help?" he asked, despite the fact that Sam hadn't the slightest hint of how to fix a car.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like hell to me," Dean says agreeably, raising an eyebrow at his little brother. "Don't think anything can beat sitting in a cubicle though, so be glad you're not doing that."

Dean's willing to bet something is bothering the kid, but he knows better than to ask outright, or he'll have to deal with a bitchfit. So when Sam offers to help, Dean gives him a bemused look.

"You want to help. With a car." Dean repeats, and then breaks out into a full grin, totally teasing. "Glad to see you've grown out of the My Little Pony stage, Sammy."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff has no problem moseying into the Sensorium. It's only Dean, after all. The man doesn't seem to mind his presence, and frankly if he started to, Chaucer might not care.

He didn't say anything, and for the moment he bypassed poking the Impala. Or poking Dean.

The boombox had Chaucer's full attention. He wasn't sure what was more fascinating; the music, or the fact that it was coming from a box.

Eventually, he might get up the nerve to poke it.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Finally, someone that Dean notices as they come in. Damned ninjas.

Seeing that Chaucer is fascinated by the boombox, Dean pauses in his repairs and reaches for the handy little remote that had come with the machine. Grinning, Dean turns the music way down, and then turns it up again, loudly.

He's still a little sore about Chaucer hitting him. Shh.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff takes a couple quick steps back, startled. He didn't mean for that to happen! He hadn't even touched it yet!

...but at least he could pick the words out a little better. Straightening, he tilted his head to listen.

He wasn't going to mess with the box anymore, but this probably wasn't the dramatic result that Dean planned on.

[re-hymenated.livejournal.com]

Not exactly the reaction Dean was expecting, no, but still funny. Dean's snickering in the background, setting the remote to the side and picking up the wrench again.

"Never would've pegged you as a Zeppelin fan," Dean remarks.

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

Cielo wanders back towards the Sensoriums because frankly, that seems to be the only place stuff really happens. That, and it always seems to be different every time he goes in there. So we wanders in with wide eyes like a child entering a new toy store.

Funny, for someone who comes from a world called The Junkyard he doesn't actually recognize one when he walks into it.

The former AI was drawn to the sound of music, and it made him grin. He'd only ever heard one song before, and it sounded nothing like that.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean's taking a break and generally lazing about in the sun when Cielo comes in. Dean watches him walk through, and approves of the fact that he goes straight for the music. Anyone who appreciates Led Zeppelin has to be some sort of decent.

"Hey. You like Zeppelin?" Dean asks from his seat on the blue vinyl seat his brother had occupied earlier, grinning.

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

Cielo tilts his head this way and that, peering close at this thing making the music. "Dat's a song, ya?"

It sounds very different from just listening to Sera's gentle singing. Very, very different, but music and rhythm are part of his soul whether he realizes it yet or not.

"What's Zeppelin?" He asks finally, blinking unnaturally blue eyes over at Dean.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's a song," Dean answers, eyebrow raised. "Guessing you don't hear many of 'em."

Which is a shame, really, because Dean can't imagine an existence without music. A lot of the time, it's what keeps him sane.

"Zeppelin's what's playing. Led Zeppelin. They're a band."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Temperance steps into the sensorioum completely expecting her lab to automatically show up. She's a little more than a bit shocked to be stepping into a junkyard. This was not what she wanted.

Her lips turn down and she looks around and it wasn't long until her gaze fell on Dean, who she didn't recognize at first because he's leaning over the engine of a car.

The closer she gets though, the more she's able to see of his profile and then it dawns on her... MULDER.

"You!" she finally says, and she looks a little pissed.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

'Mulder' looks up when she speaks, and raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, me. What's up, Brennan?"

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

She crosses her arms as she shoots him a rather dirty look. "Nothing... This is usually the sensorioum I use, Dean Winchester."

Oh yes, she knows your name! And she is not happy with you Dean.

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert wanders in and manages to grin. Now this looks nice...a scrapyard, a car to work on. The illusion of sun! He could get used to this sort of thing. He ambles over towards the Impala, giving Dean a light slap on the back.

"Nice car. Yours, I take it?" He bends over to examine the engine.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean nearly jumps out of his skin at the light slap on the back because he's half paying attention to his surroundings and because he's twitchy after the whole trip thing. But once the initial shock (and urge to punch whatever just touched him) dies down, Dean flashes Robert a somewhat strained grin.

He's still fuming about his encounter with Brennan earlier, but he can keep it under wraps until Sam gets back.

"Yeah, it's mine. '67 Chevy Impala. You into cars?"

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert nods, running a hand over the car's chassis. A '67? He was never going to get used to seeing things that were from his future. It was too strange.

"A bit, yeah. Got myself a nice little '58 Corvette. Used, but it's in good shape and I take care of it. And it's a '67 you said? Ha! One of my buddies just got one of the new '63 Impalas."

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

After wandering around the ship for a while, taking the opportunity to send off the text message to the others over his omnicomm, Sam finds himself back in the sensorium where he left his brother. But, the younger Winchester barely makes it through the doorway before he notices that Dean is an altogether different mood than when he left him.

"Hey," Sam said as he slowly approached. "You ok?"

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean is fuming. Not only does worrying about Sam put him in a potentially sour mood as it is, but Brennan had struck a nerve, one of those nerves Dean can't deal with. Anything else would've been a cakewalk, but.

"No." Dean replies shortly as he digs through a pile of junk to the right of his car. Don't take it out on Sam, don't take it out on Sam....

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

"Ok," Sam said, crossing over to the car and pulling open the passenger's side door and easing himself sideways down into it, keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground. He knew Dean well enough not to press. Hell, all he really had to do was sit quietly long enough and Dean would just start...