11059/Mutants, Motels and Misadventures

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Mutants, Motels and Misadventures
Date of Scene: 13 February 2020
Location: Some random run down motel
Synopsis: Dean opens his mouth. Loses Tatum
Cast of Characters: Deadzone, Dean Winchester




Deadzone has posed:
After fighting a demon in the woods, Tatum and Dean hightailed it out of the woods. And just in time too. As they turned off the gravel road and drove away, they were able to spot a few more sets of red and blue lights coming in their direction in the rear view mirror that turned up the same road they left.

Taking Tatum to the closest cheap motel to deal with the afterkill energy (as Faith Lehane once succinctly put it, they needed to UNH!) the pair spent the rest of the day and the rest of the night ... getting to know one another. Tatum did indeed keep her promise to ride Dean till dawn, the pair only taking breathers to get Skip the Dishes.

It's currently the following morning. The sun has come up at the pair are sleeping that deep restful sleep that comes from pure and wonderful exhaustion. Tatum starts to wake up, murmuring softly as she does so and then stretches. She gives Dean's back a kiss, finding it adorable that they flip-flopped who got to be little spoon through out their sleep. It had been... nice. Okay, he just would not let go of the whole Dean Winchester thing, but other than that, it was actually kind of nice. The guilt over her "cheating" on Hank McCoy is starting to trickle in, but it's not there just yet. No, not just yet.

Instead, it's the fact that this guy is either a SUPERFAN, delusional, or possibly the real deal. And if he's the latter, then Tatum just blabbed a whole lot of things to him about his possible future. Good job! The cardinal rule of dimension hopping, NEVER tell people their futures!! But, Tate holds on to the hope that this guy is just playing with her. Mostly because it's all she has to hold on to.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Sleep is good. Dean doesn't get enough of it and he's making up for it now. Turning over he slowly is waking up however, and blinks slowly. "Waffles?" he asks. As in. Are there any waffles? Nope. Nope. Dea was ridden like a horse till dawn. Hey. Tate kept her word after all, and Dean moves slowly, gingerly. He shouldf hurt more than this. But....no, Dean's not hurting that much, amazingly. So, Dean blinks again. Looking to Tate, Dean watches her, a smile on his lips. After last night, there's no need for flirting. Instead....Dean snuggles into the bed more. Sure. it's a cheap motel. Sure. But...it's a bed and it surved its purpose. Which is, bow chicka bow wow, a whole lot of.

Getting up, Dean doesn't let the covers fall, yet. Instead he's got his jeans and clothes in a heap on the floor in a pile.

Deadzone has posed:
"Waffles? I can order some in," she tells him, reaching for her phone and placing another order with Skip. The room already has the left overs of their last three meals, what's one more? She can be heard on her phone, tapping away and then there is that final click of her phone turning off again. "There. Orders in. Should be about a half hour or so." She turns back onto her side, wrapping her arm around Dean and nuzzling into his back.

The cuddle doesn't last long though as he sits up in the bed. "Going already? Got what you needed and now you're off? To fight demons and the minions of hell?" She thinks about the day before. The demon, Thrasfyr, had claimed it was here for Dean. He was the target. She thrums her fingers as she thinks, more and more evidence giving credence to Dean being the genuine article. "Fuck," she mutters under her breath

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean shakes his head, watching Tate. "No I was going to take a shower" he offers with a smile and finally lets the covers fall, revealing Dean in all his beauty. Watching Tate , dean smiles, well aware he's buck naked. That's a side effect. Dean though sashays to the shower, the water coming on as Dean's quiet, eyes closed, the water coming over him.

Dean's not going anywhere, the door's not being opened for a while, till the food gets here. So with the water on, Dean's out of the bedroom, but still there. Then again with the water going, it's hard to hear things. Plus Dean's enjoying the hot water (yes, the motel has hot.....or lukewarm at any rate) water.

Deadzone has posed:
With Dean heading into the shower, Tatum is left on her own. She has every intention to just mind her own business, really she does. But what is that saying about mice playing when the cat isn't around. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, her mind a tumult of thoughts on the matter of if Dean is the real McCoy. Oh, great! McCoy. Like Hank. Peachy, lets add that guilt to the mix. And then she spots it. Sam's laptop sitting there on the table.

She reaches over to her t-shirt and panties on the floor and then walks over to the table. She opens up the laptop, knowing it's an invasion of privacy, but knowing that it will also give her the answers that she needs. Password protected. Good. Only, what password would Sam use. He's a smart boy. He wouldn't use something obvious. Hell, he probably would use a randomly generated password. How the hell is she going to figure it out. Wait! On the show, Dean's not exactly bright. I mean, he's got the areas he's smart in, but those are vastly different than his brothers. So... how would Dean remember the password? He wouldn't. Even though Sam would tell him to never keep the password written down or somewhere it could be found, Dean (at least the Dean on the show she watched) would think he knew better.

She walks over to his clothing and gets his wallet out of his back pocket. All the id says Dean Winchester. Well, except for the ones that don't. Agent Axel. Officer Johnson. She smiles at the names of rock bands. But just as she predicted, there is a slip of paper with a series of numbers and letters. She types it in and Bingo! She chuckles and rolls her eyes, finding Dean's predictability kind of charming.

She sees all the files that are open and lets out a whistle. It's getting harder and harder for her to keep herself convinced that this is just a game. She does a search for a tv show called Supernatural. One season. Total flop. But the names of the main cast are not the ones she remembers. Ooookay?! So what happened to the actors. Jensen... ankles? No. Ackerman? No... She types in the first few letters into imdb and is thrilled when it finishes it off for her. Ackles! Awesome. Gave up acting and living in Texas and owns his own cattle ranch? Ummm. Okay. And he doesn't quite look like Dean either. Okay, what about Sam Jared.... something Polish. Oh! Imdb figures out what she wants again. Gilmore Girls. Yep. Then on to daytime soaps? What the hell?! Still working on The Young and The Restless playing some doctor? And again, not looking quite right. Tatum groans and leans back in the chair. Yes, it would seem that in this dimension, the Winchester boys are the real deal. "Well, fuck," she says again.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's still in the shower, doing unmentionable things with his, ahem, John Hancock (which is, yes, one of his fake IDs....come on, he has it if demons ever get into adult films. it was the first name he thought of that wouldn't get a teenager giggling maniacally). While showering. Dean's got a milloin IDs for a million reasons, as Tatum found out, too. Stepping out of the shower, he's grabbing a towel, and towelling off. Dean's the sort of smart to keep his phone in the shower. He's scrolling through his phone, oblivious to Tatum being on Sam's laptop, though. He strolls in wearing a towel like some demon hunter just out of a shower, towel in hand. Watching Tatum, Dean steps over, standing very much to attention, in both ways, dressing, at least jeans. Fly's open, pants on...t-shirt and jacket not on. Shades and boots not on. Stepping over he smiles, leaning in to kiss her neck.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum is so lost in her research about Dean and Sam on their laptop, that she doesn't even notice when the water turns off. She's hip deep in demon and monster lore when the door opens. She is completely focussed on the screen until she gets a kiss to the neck. She screams in shock and does what any veteran of several mutant wars would do. She punches her assailant in the face, clocking Dean's jaw with precision and practice.

Seeing what she just did, she stands up and covers her mouth. "I am SO sorry! I did NOT mean to hit you. Well, I mean, I meant it when I did it, but only because I didn't realize it was you. Not that I thought it would be anybody else, but ... oh hell. I am SOOOO sorry.

She then realizes that Dean saw her on his brother's laptop. There was no real escaping that. So, with a sheeping wince, she points to the computer. "And that isn't what it looks like. Really."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Thud. Ow. "Fuck me" Dean grunts. That's both an expression of pain. And not really the smartest thing to say right now given the past day and a bit. And to think this all started by Dean walking into a bar. "So" Dean says, his nose blooddied, and bruise on his cheek. "What were you doing on Sam's laptop? And how'd you get the password anyway? Are you some secret government hacker or something? What?" he asks, "Did you go through my pants and get my wallet or...oh shit. I left it in there didn't I? Sam's gonna kill me" he says, looking like he just landed himself in trouble. Which to be fair he did. He got punched for it...

Normal day. If 'normal day' involves banging like rabbits on a mix of crack, Viagra, speed, and enough oysters to keep a fishing village afloat, that is. Dean's proven that, well, he can do a great rabbit impression without the costume.

He doesn't even care people most likely heard. It's the sort of place where drug deals and gang shootings tend to happen. yes. Dean went /that/ cheap and run down. But this one's good like that. Warm...ish water. They even have a working TV. Alright, all it gets is PBS, but....small victories!

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum is still wincing over what she has done, both the punch and the spying. "I'm not a government agent. I was being honest when I told you about the show. I... Okay, so you're the real Dean, so I'm gonna just tell you the truth. I've been to a couple different dimensional realities. In one of them, you and your brother are a television show. Like... I think 12 or so seasons. You have a super obsessed fan base. It seems on this world, you aren't fiction but the real thing. And yeah... you had the password in your wallet," she says, pointing to the wallet beside the laptop.

As she tells Dean how there is a world where he and his brother are simply fiction, Tatum realizes there is probably a world where *she* is only fiction. A novel, or a comic, or maybe even a game. That somewhere out there in the multiverse was some sort of twisted sicko that was writing her life down for entertainment. And that other people were READing about her life for entertainment. That was just sick. She shudders at the thought and goes back to the subject at hand. "I needed to know if you were the real thing. Turns out... you actually are. Like the REAL Dean Winchester."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean looks amused. "I was trying to tell you that" he says, rubbing his jaw. "Hold on. You went to dimensions and my life's a show?" he asks. Looking from the laptop to Tate, Dean just shakes his head. "Do you want to tell Sam, or should I?" he wonders. "Yes Sam's the real Sam, too" Dean says. Like that's not obvious.

"Shh, c'mere" Dean says with a nod. "It's okay. it's okay. Believe me. I break into enough places to not get mad at you for wanting answers" Dean explains, eys tender watching her. Okay, okay, they've been at it for ages. Dean's already attached. He /let her/ drive Baby, not just everyone gets to drive Baby.

Tate did.

"You are good" Dean says with a nod. "Don't worry about punching me, okay?" he asks watching her.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate reaches over and slowly closes the laptop. "You know... he doesn't need to know. I mean, if you don't tell him and I don't tell him... how's he gonna find out? Right?" She smiles as Dean comes in to hold her.

He's rather charming. She never did understand why all the ladies fell for him in the show, having thought that Sam was the cuter of the two, and yet, here she was, having succumbed to his charms just as she should have if this had been the show.

Her hands stroke over his bare chest, warm and damp from the shower. She's getting ideas, but really, she's already wasted over a day and a half with this guy. She has a job! She has people who are depending on her. She has... a very sexy, half naked man holding her in his arms.

"You say that now, but you just wait until the bruise really forms," she teases. "And ignore all those things I said about... stuff. I don't know where you are in your timeline, or even if the two match at all."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean smiles. "Then let's not tell him?" he whispers, leaning his head in to kiss her again. Dean's totally enjoying this. The attachment, the fangirling from her, the silly idea she thought he was some superfan or actor. The sex. Oh the sex was good. But is it better than a bacon cheeseburger? That's what Dean's wondering while he holds her and is enjoying it. It feels....right.

Smiling, Dean takes a flying leap of faith. "I love you" he says.

Well, it's on now. And there's waffles on the way to.

Dean reluctantly lets her go, gesturing to the laptop. "May I?" he asks. As if telling his woman to get up....not happening.

Dean looks content and pleased. "So, did you find anything else?" he asks, hands trailing over her skin. Oh, he's got ideas too. But...can't spend all day screwing. Much as Dean would like to...

Deadzone has posed:
The moment is almost perfect, the touching, the cooing words, the fact that the pair of them seem cut from pretty similar cloth. Sure, he's not Hank, but... it's nice. And then Dean goes and has to say the L word. No! Not Litigation! The other L word. No! Not Lesbian! The other other L word. Love.

You can almost hear the brakes squealing as she backs away. She does the gesture for a time out. "Wooah there, tiger! You've known me for... what? 36 hours? You really don't know me. I mean... you REALLY don't know me." Yeah, cause telling him 'Hi! I'm part of a secret mutant group that goes around trying to save the world. You know, when I'm not being a school teacher.' THat would go over about as well as a lead zepplin.

She tries not to seem like she's panicking. But she is. She heads over to her clothes and starts pulling on her jeans. "You know? THis has been like super nice. Really! But I have this thing..? And I .. uh, yeah. So I should get going." She laces up her boots and grabs her satchel, throwing it over her shoulder as she heads over to the door. "So... ummm... call me some time!" She tells him. Which will be hard cause she never gave him her number! And hell, she still never told him her name!! The demon showed up before she got around to it and then... well, they were distracted.

SHe opens the door only to find the delivery guy just about to knock. "Waffles! Awesome!" She snatches the bag and tosses it at Dean. "Breakfast is on me," she tells him and then runs out the door, leaving the two men to look at each other in this very awkward moment.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean catches the bag and throws a $50 at the delivery guy while pulling on boots and shades, taking off after her.

Oh it was perfect. He's still in a towel and dressing. Which is pointed out before he leaves the door, but he hurls the towel at the delivery guy...and is blaming himself. If...if he'd done this, or, that, or...something. She'd not have run off. If he'd kept his mouth shut...

He'll find her and talk this out, right? That's how it goes in TV shows. He's till mind blown that it's a TV show in some dimension, though. hey if he catches up, he'll ask her if, hey, if the Gilmore Girls are real somewhere. Man he's jealous of dimension jumping...

Out the door now, Dean pauses to survey his surroundings. If he was in Tate's shoes, where would he run to?

Deadzone has posed:
The delivery guy is kind of in shock as Dean throws a $50 at him. After all, Tate had already paid for the order and tipped him through the app. Not that he's going to complain. He just made an extra $50! Dean passes him out the door. "Dude, you're gonna put more clothes on? Or not." He catches the towel and blinks. Well, he's heading outta here before the generous guy realizes what he's done and isn't so generous anymore.

As Dean looks up and down the street for where Tate might have gotten to, all he sees are the rear lights of the delivery guy. The girl of his dreams is gone without a trace.

Inside the delivery car, laying in the back seat, Tatum's heart is pounding. Love. Shit. Love? What the hell?! When did Dean Winchester ever go and fall in love with one of his conquests. Okay, there was that really nice woman and her kid in... was it season 4? But yeah, no. No no no! She's got enough on her plate trying to get Hank McCoy to take her back so they can have kids, so their grandson can make the thing that has her blipping through time and space so her grandson can be born. Because that's not complicated or anything.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's doing what he does best. Driving. he's behind the wheel of Baby. He wants to sit down and explain this to her. Why'd he have to be so stupid and blurt that out? Great. Good job, Dean. Good fucking job, idiot. Oh if he'd kept his mouth shut. If....if only, oh if only...

Fuck it. He'll find her and explain this. He's got a full tank of gas. He's got a radio, and wheels. And a burning need to sort this out.