11104/Dean & Tatum get ideas

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Dean & Tatum get ideas
Date of Scene: 21 February 2020
Location: On one of many US highways
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Deadzone, Dean Winchester




Deadzone has posed:
Tatum has slipped off her shoes and gotten comfy. Her toes have found a cozy home under Dean's thigh as he drives and she is reading his father's journal. She's been with Dean every weekend since they met, helping him find and fight demons, or more accurately, learning to find and fight demons. She has complained on multiple occasions that her powers are useless and has gotten more than a little grumpy about that. It causes her to study all the harder though, wanting to make sure she knows how to fight since she can't rely on her powers to help her.

"Okay, so am I pronouncing this right? Because I don't want to get this wrong if we're in the middle of a fight. Regna terrae, cantate Deo... does it have to be in Latin? Couldn't we just say this stuff in english?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean nods. "Latin, yes" he adds. "And no I don't have any teach yourself Latin cassettes" he says with a smirk. He'd do the air quotes thing. But going highway speeds? That's asking for a reck. No thanks, though his hand is resting on her thigh stroking it while they drive. "You got to the good stuff" he nods, and has a dilemma. Slide a cassette in, but take his hand off either the wheel. Or, her leg. Hmm....

So lifting a hand from Tatum's leg for a moment, a cassette's slid into the player. dean won't stoop so low as using iPods. Nope. Just. No. Ah, the strains of classic rock are a good accompaniment to reading or driving. With his hands back on the wheel, Dean moves his foot just enough to put it right where he wants. Ah the joys of automatic cars.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate looks up from her reading, smiling at Dean. She does this from time to time, chuckling over the fact that the Winchesters are real. The fun of being a dimension hopper. She takes a deep breath and sighs contentedly, pausing in her reading to look out the window as they drive. "It's beautiful, isn't it? Getting to see so much of the country like this? And thank you. I know working around my job can't be easy. I appreciate it."

She gets lost in thought then, thrumming her fingers on the Journal. "You know... if I'm gonna be travelling with you more often... we're going to need another vehicle. Cause you, Sam and me? And our stuff? This car is going to get too full for comfort."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Another vehicle?" Dean asks. It's a straight highway. So....air quotes time. "It'll get too full? Really?" he asks, looking to Tatum with a wink. "What, you think like a schoolbus?" he jokes. Tatum is so not Miss Frizzle. Nope. But the idea's a good one. More space for demon killing things, and a home on the road. Dean lives in the car,but...but...

Screw it. it's a great idea! "So, where would we find this vehicle?" he asks. "And more to the point, can you drive anything like that though? It's not a muscle car, unless you convert a Charger into....into...an RV or something?" he asks. Dean meant it as a smartass jab. But...but....

Deadzone has posed:
"Hey! I have a *lot* of clothes! My shoe collection alone would fill the back seat," she responds with a playful wink. "And, I was thinking a Charger for myself, but... schoolbus?" She ponders the idea, her brow furrowing in thought. "I suppose we could convert it on the inside. But that seems like an awful lot of work. Would probably make more sense to just buy an old, used RV. Would save you motel costs.... And you could get a tow bar to pull the Impala behind it if Sam or I aren't around to drive the big one."

She laughs as she is asked about her driving skills. "I drive better than you do, chump. Don't you test me." Her foot nudges his thigh in a rather gentle, teasing kick. "If we get an older model, like before mid 80s, than we won't have to worry too much about repairs. Well, we will need to worry about repairs, but they will all be mechanical and not computerized and stuff."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean nods. "Yes. But...are there any used RV lots around here?" he asks, looking around the road and scnery. "Next town we come to, we ask. Where are we anyyhow? Middle of nowhere, plains? It looks like it's just us, the sky, andd the road. We could be anywhere" he says with a shrug, eyes back on the road. "Just a random road. You. me and Baby" he says. hey that has a ring to it...come to think of it. And the idea of an RV....yes!

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum shrugs a shoulder, getting out her phone to start searching the web for nearby places that might sell what they are looking for. She laughs then. "You, me and Baby makes three? I don't think the song meant a car, but I'll take it. Just... don't get to attached. I don't want to come between you and your brother. I know how important Sam is to you."

The miles go by and Tatum hrmms softly. The Impala turns off from the highway, heading into a small town. The kind with a greasy spoon diner with a waitress that has been there since it opened and where everyone knows everyone else. "Shall we stop for pie?" Tate suggests, already knowing what the answer will be

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean is taking careful, careful stock of the town. Sorta place where, well, horses are one and that's that. Still, he finds a spot to park and looks over the whole town. Leaning over he leans in for a kiss and smirks. "You think they sell used RV here?" he asks. It wouldn't really shock him that much though, really. More like oh hey, neat, they sell RV. used RV.

Looking over to Tate again, Dean grins. "You can leave that journal locked in the trunk. It's tooo valuable to lose" he says. Despite Sam's laptop....oh that's another thing too....but despite Sam's laptop. No substitute for leather and paper.Words and pages.

So Dean will stick with his father's journal. Making doubly sure the car's in park....Dean nods and looks ready to see all the town has in a few minutes. Seeing all Tate has though may well take longer

Deadzone has posed:
Tate gives Dean a long, lingering kiss before she gets out of the car. She stretches, her tank top pulling up to reveal her pierced bellybutton, before she heads to the trunk of the Impala to put back the Journal. Dean's right. It is far too valuable to lose.

Closing the trunk, Tate turns around and leans against the car, looking up and down Main street. "This place looks like a Norman Rockwell painting. Makes me nervous."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean shrugs. "I was half guessing Norman Bates?" he jokes. Hopefully there's nobody with murderous intent...though to be fair the stash in the trunk is enough to deal with most things. Given enough time and ammunition. Dean though checks to see if the trunk's locked. he's got a concealed gun under his jacket, though he stretches a hand out, watching it all. "It's kind of quiet, really. So where do we begin? Food or poking around?" he adds with a smirk watching her. "You know. That t-shirt about the cello. I'm not staring at your breasts. No. Really. I'm not. It's just the words are there and I read them" he says.

Sure. Dean. Sure....

Deadzone has posed:
At the mention of Norman Bates, Tate's brows rise. Yep, this is definitely the sort of place that would have something like that going on. "And *this* is why you need an RV. No creepy motel owner with mommy issues ready to pour chocolate syrup down the drain." She starts walking down the street towards the diner. "Food first. We can ask about the place while we're there. Nothing like a waitress for having the skinny on the place."

When Dean mentions her cello t-shirt, she has to smile. "It's true. Cellists do like having a lot of wood between their thighs. But it's okay, babe. It's not the size that matters. It's how you play the strings." She winks at him, smirking as she teases.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean follows along with a snort. "I got stakes and wood in the trunk. Or the back seat" he says, with a wink to Tate. That though....situational. "Food's a ogood idea. We get an RV. We cook in it too. So" Dean nods. "You are the sun, I am the moon. You are the words, I am the tune. Play me" Dean says. Oh yes....he did just go there...

Looking past Tate, Dean grins. "So food. You lead. I'll make sure nothing's ready to leap from a rooftop or, or, something" Dean offers. Lame. he wants to just watch Tate's ass. Like he'll voice that. Like she's any better, really...

"Babe I got all the wood you can handle. You just make a habit of wood between your legs, hands stroking over the strings and...."

That's when he steps into the greasy spoon.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum laughs as her ... boyfriend? matches her lewd comment for lewd comment. The bell over the door of the diner chimes as they walk in. "You just behave yourself," she says with that playful smile of hers. "No need to scare the locals and have them chasing us out with torches and pitchforks." She goes to sit at the counter, looking up at the menuboard on the wall. As predicted, a waitress that looks like she's been working there since she was a teenager, a long, long time ago, comes over to the pair. Her nametag even says Flo. "What can I getcha?" she asks in a husky voice that speaks of a pack a day since highschool.

"Coffee for me. Chicken burger, please. Grilled, not fried." She looks over to Dean. "You know, if we do get an RV, we wouldn't have to eat out all the time. I love cooking." Well, she should, considering she's the home ec teacher at that fancy boarding school.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's got a fake badge for every single occassion. Still, Dean's also smart enough to shut his cake hole, too. He looks over and amused, looking thoughtful then smiirks looking amused at the place. "Yeah but where do we get one?" he asks. Sure being run out of town is bad...bad idea. This is probably one of those one horse towns those country singers croon about with those guitars, dreaming of a better life type towns...sitill, Dean slides onto a seat and grins.