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|Synopsis=Phantasm shows Dean how to fly
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' Dean's on one of those road trips from hell. Okay, no. His destination just changed to fuck you, Hades, give me my mom back. From North Jersey which is a major, major improvement... Hey, that's an upgrade Loki did. Dean's asleep in the driver's seat of Baby. Fortunately....engine's off, parking brake set and he's relaxing and sleeping. In his dream he's... Hold up. He's sweeping the floors? Okay. Who let Crowley write up his dream? Nah there's a good reason for this. Dean's sweeping the floor to give himself a place to sit and think. Think on how to get his mother back. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Ok, now that Nick is done with his filming, he's had a bit more time on his hands. And with, Strange's mention of a school to teach magic where he might end up helping teach well... It's about time to practice what you preach, correct? Today is light. A general practice of Dream Travel. Something he's done many times before all in the efforts to know enough not to accidentaly kill someone. The Phantasm quietly passes through dreams, a glance here, a glance there. But not lingering. He's practicing, possibly patrolling. But he's not really searching for gossip. And then the Phantasm comes to Dean's dream. In his raven form, the bird's forward path slows as he quietly perches on the frame of an open door, glancing down curiously. Dean? Sweeping? How odd. 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' The brush slows as Dean stops sweeping. Instead he looks up. "Oh great. Another raven. What the hell?" he asks. "You gonna trick me too or what? I mean, I'm already dead, there's not much you can do to me now. But if you want to sit on my head while I break into hell and bitch slap Hades in the face, let's go!" Dean says. And because it's a dream, Dean can just.... Well, just scuff the floor with a boot 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' As the sweeping slows and the man weilding the broom looks up to him. The beak twists into a bit of an unnatural frown. Oooh. BUSTED. Then again, it is hard to hide of bird of his stature to begin with. Quietly, the bird listens to the dreamer's rant, tilting his head curiously. "Not all Ravens are alike." A familiar voice speaks to the hunter, "Also, you're not dead. You're just dreaming." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' "I'm...not dead?" Dean asks, "I'm....not dead?" he asks quietly. "I'm....what....how what?" he asks. The voice. It's....well, familiar. Raven, dream. Okay when did animals get into dreams? Dean's got many, many questions! 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' The raven nods each time Dean asks if he's not dead and answers the last one verbally. "Yep. Dreaming, not dead. This is a dream. No Hades to bitchslap unless you dream him up." He pauses, "I'd recommend you not. Those aren't fun." The bird hops off the door, looking to the broom. "Anyways, now that you've been tipped off about it being a dream. May I suggest you try flying? Might as well enjoy lucid dreaming." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' Dean looks over to the ravn then shakes his arms, and....flaps his arms. Sure, time to try this flying thing? Sure, try this flying thingy. If in doubt, go with 'it is a dream' thing. Which, yes, yes. Involves Dean running in circles flapping his arms like a six foot tall bird. Fly, little Dean. Fly! Or, or, something. Just look ridiculous doing this, too. Dean's enjoying it being a dream 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' The bird watches as Dean tries, and fails spectacularly at flying. Beak tightening, he gives a slow nod as he slowly struts over to the side to observe. Who knows? Maybe it'll kick in. "It's more of an instinctual thing." He offers up, "Imagine yourself just flying. No flapping, well, unless you have wings" He holds out his wings in demonstration, "No jumping and definitely no jumping off of things. Last thing I want is you mistaking the waking world as a lucid dream and finding out the hard way." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' Dean scoffs. "I know this is a dream. If ravens talk and strut in the real world I'll shoot them" he offfers. TO illustrate he gets his M1911 and shoots. There's a flag that says 'bang' on it. "See? I know this is a dream. But where's the dancing toga girls and the Crowley singing punk rock vocals?" he asks. Oh it's /those/ dreams huh? Dean needs to cut back on the triple cheese cheeseburgers. There's a wrapper by the headrest sort just sitting there, with gunked up cheese. That's in the real world, not a dream. Dean much prefers the dream, he's soaring gracefully...like a flying Dean that's doing his best Bambi on skates impression, flailing limbs and all while flying. One face punch later and Dean's flying with a blooded nose. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Talking ravens in the waking world are not all bad either." The bird raises up off the ground, actually just standing in mid air to be eye level with the failing Winchester, "It's actually a pretty common form taken." He dodges one of the flailing limbs. "You're doing alright." He encourages, "Takes a few tries to get it down. Got to start somewhere." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' Dean doesn't feel like he's doing that well, really. Mostly since, hey, why not...why not do his best octopus inn a dryer impression. Shaking his head Dean groan.s "Talking ravens mean I bought the kool-aid again" Dean admits. "Though let's be fair this is kind of fun. Where am I flying over anyway?" he adds with a grin looking around, spraying blood from his nose everywhere. That'd be art in some circles, Dean... 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Or you're hanging out with me again." The phantasm replies, "Or you met a shapeshifter." The bird flies alongside Dean, gracefully flipping over to give a wave of the wing in greeting. Case in point. The raven flips over mid flight, looking to the changing scenery. "It's your dream." The raven points out, the house seeming to be gone now and instead giving them some sort of landscape, "You can be flying over whatever you want. Perhaps some place that made you happy?" 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' Kansas farm fields then. Oh, that's Dean's stomping ground as a kid. Laurel, KS. Is that....Is that Crowley in this dream, or another demon....working the fields? Hey, suitable punishment. Dean swoops and dives, watching it all then grins to the raven. "Oh this is actually fun. See. I like this a lot" e says with a smirk, looking over it all. The scene below him changes. Stanford. Sam's school. It flickers again to the middle of nowhere, campground. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' The raven chuckles, "Well, looks like you got the hang of it. I'm going to head off and let you play around some more. Best pop out before you wake up." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' "Oh no no, you stick around. You're my tour guide" Dean protests. Then he wakes up with a shriek in the car. "Okay that was a weird dream" Dean adds looking over the car, shaking his head getting his breath. "I was flying. What..why....how...." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "I already told you." A voice struggles from the back of the car, "You were lucid dreaming." In the rear view mirror a raven lies uncomfortably upside down, balled up like he just slammed into the car seat. The bird grumbles, righting himself up, "Emphasis on WERE. Please don't try any of that stuff right now while awake." He sighs, "Man, I seriously misjudged how much time you had left in that dream." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' "Put your belt on, man" Dean offers. "Qait, a raven. You need me to take you to a vet or something? WHat the eff? There's a bird in my car. There's a bird. It talks!" Dean says sounding uneasy starting up Baby. Oh this got real weird, real quick... Great. Dean's done it now. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Dean, just relax." The bird advises, now sitting in the back seat, sitting with wings crossed like a cross child having been told they can't stop at McDonalds while on a family road trip, "Geez, Buffy didn't freak out this much." The purplish black avian glances to Dean's eyes via the rear view mirror. "This CAN'T be the worst thing you've dealt with." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' "Well true" Dean admits shaking his head. "Well....yeah but just relax. I'll drop you off somewhere, okay?" he asks with a smile. "Buffy's also got a sharp stabby pointy stake. I just got one lousy pistol in my jacket, a few knives and, ah yeah, a car. So what are you even doing in my back seat anyway?" Dean enquires looking overly puzzled just why there's a bird in there that, yeah, talks. "It's not the weirdest. But...but...." Dean grumbles. "Usully I'd need to drive through five states, and figure this out. Not have the weirdnes sit in the back of my car" 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Do you realize how stupid a 'pointy stick' counterargument is when you've got several weapons on hand?" The raven questions, shaking his head, bringing a wing up to beakwing. "Remember in your dream where I said 'Best pop out before you wake up'? Well, seems you woke up prematurely." The head tilts, looking to Dean, before giving a birdy smirk, "There are medicines for that, you know." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' See. This is all a nice new experience for Dean. Fully off the odd end of things, but.... "Weapons are behind ya in a locked trunk. Jeez" Dean groans. "Pointy sticks are to a viable weapon" Dean adds with a shrug. "If stabbing em don't work, hit them on the head. Also that's the bird from my dream. Hey, I can drive to a pet store and get birdseed or...no, ravens are carrion species right? Want me to slam on the brakes next to roadkill?" Dean asks, totally and utterly serious. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Really no point." The bird replies, "I don't eat when in this form. Also, should you really be pointing out where the weapons are if you're using them in a bluff? That seems counterproductive." The bird scootches over, oddly able to fold his wings on the backrest of the front seat as he looks to Dean, "Also I've found that the sticks don't HAVE to be pointy if you have the propper amount of motivation and the ability to shove it through. Regardless." 

:'''{{#var:306|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:''' Dean shrugs. "Doors are locked. Windows up. Weapons aren't easy to get to, plus I got a pistol, and knives, fists, and feet" Dean muses. "See, I'm the one with bullets and weapons and, and..." Dean muses, shaking his head. "I'm all the armed to the teeth one. Though most of my weapons are hidden in the car, yeah but..." Not helping, Dean. Oblivious, skeptical hunter is skeptical... 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "And you're still telling me where everything is." The raven comments, voice a tone of disbelief, as he sits back in the seat, "That's really not a good practice." 
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