cross-posted; the need is mighty.

[automatically]

Look.

( he's not amused, but he's trying to at least give the benefit of the doubt, and it's ... well, it's falling short. )

You've already got something to do with my brother. Can't you focus on him and not me?

( no, dean. because you tend to be an incredibly loud muse, and for as long as your mun has dealt with you? don't you think they deserve something? )

... Okay, okay.

( he sighs and rubs his eyes. )

If you're gonna look for a place to put me, just ... make it decent would you?

( now just let him drink his beer in peace, huh? )

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[dust_of_life]

You would never survive in someplace decent.

[She should know. She's met more Deans than anyone else in her travels through the multiverse.]

[automatically]

( he snorts. )

And what's that supposed to mean?

( even if she's probably right, and he doesn't exactly deserve decent. )

[dust_of_life]

You'd die of boredom in about...

Let's go with five days.

[Never mind her, Dean. It's meant affectionately.]