11558/Dean Ded Drunk

Dean Ded Drunk
Date of Scene:	26 May 2020
Location:	Wade Shaw's Condo, Claridge's, Midtown Manhattan
Synopsis:	Dean visits the condo drunk and passes out. Willow and Nick have a bit of fun.
Cast of Characters:	Dean Winchester, Willow Rosenberg, Phantasm (Drago)

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Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's drunk. That's not in question. The drunk ranty call to Nick. The drunk voicemail to Buffy, the 'pleeeeeeeeease come pick me up from Club Mjolnir' to Willow, the bromance to Sam, and the can you give me a ride pleading to poor, innocent Castiel....they all point to Dean being out of it. The only (only?) saving grace is Dean didn't flirt with or ask Hela out, or do worse. He's in one piece, two horns of Club Mjolnir mead later. He's pinballing off the walls and singing in a godawful off key voice. He's not the Wild Rover. Oh, given who Nick lives next door to, Dean's asking for it. Thankfully, Pezzini's at work, else there'd be the dilemma of 'is handcuffing Dean worth it'

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Buffy had given her Nick's address - just to see him, and get a feel for him. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending how you looked at it) she was oblivious to Dean. Probably just as well, she may have saved it for another day. She is looking around.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Hearing the off key bantering gradually making from the entrance of the building towards his door, Nick sighs and turns on the stovetop. With that phone call from earlier, he just had a feeling what was coming and filled the kettle in preparation.

It's a good thing Wade is at the studio right now so Dean won't be a bad influence upon him.

Nick's dressed casually. Just wearing lounge pants and an old tee. The knitcap and jacket are hung up on the rung of his loft bed leaving his lower arms exposed to the cool air flowing in the studio. "God give me the strength." He mutters.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean would be a bad influence on Wade. Again as he waves to Willow and leans on the doorframe and gives up singing. If only so he can knock on the door...well, then. Dean's at least not stumbling in...not yet. Key word. Yet.

Dean peers at Willow and blinks a few times. "Why's there three of you?" he asks. "Oh I'm drunk aren't I?" he adds, sliding down the wall and sitting there.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Oh no!" Eventually Willow puts two plus two together and comes up with, giving it Dean, anything but four. Unfortunately she is too close for slipping away. "Hi? Are you alright?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Taking advantage of the time Dean is staggering to his door, Nick does a once over of the condo, grabbing anything breakable, namely the guitar he had been working with earlier, up. By the time he latches up the case, the sound of the knock reaches his ears.

Giving a glance to the lyric notebooks near the sofa he mutters a quick curse but heads to the door anyways. He can get those later.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean waits. "Can I come in?" he asks waiting somewhat impatiently. Sam always told him, rest, coffee and food. Alright, then, time to see if this is good advice....and there's Willow. "Hey hey" he says and smiles. "You here to see what's behind oor number two?" he asks. Yeah he just made that joke.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Seeing as he is sitting down, Willow knocks on the door, "Uh, help? He's kinda d r u n k." Yeah, Dean can't spell. *errrp* He can. "Please?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I'm not the Flash," Nick snaps, walking over to the door, "You can wait five seconds."

A lock clicks and the door opens, a glare fixating upon Dean. "No ice cream for you."

Turning to Willow, his demeanor shifts, giving a smile, "Hey Willow. Come on in. Just put the kettle on. Did Buffy send you over?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean steps inside once the door is open...and is well and truly willing to see if the whole sleep, coffee and food works for this. He's got one of those goofy smiles on his face as he smells of mead. Looking to Nick, Dean giggles.....actually giggles and weaves his way to the couch and thunks down on it. Okay, see. This isn't so bad...

"Has the room quit spinning yet?" he asks and leans back into the couch.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow blushes, "Kinda? I think she wanted us to get together, and I don't know, maybe do magic? Oh, that's Dean. That's who I think he is." She pauses, "What is door number two anyway?" She leads the way in. "Thanks for the invite. A cup of tea would be divine!"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Maybe do magic..." Nick repeats, questioningly as he steps aside to let Willow- and Dean in. "Are you having Nighmares too?"

Nick turns his head to look back to the Weaving Dean, brow raising at the giggle. "Oh Geez, how many did you drink?"

He closes the door behind him.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean smirks, "Two. I met Miracle Elle, I had two horns" Dean offers. "This sweet honey thing...honey....honey mead" Dean says clicking his fingers. There, he got there in the end.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"What do nightmares have to do with magic?" Willow is confused. Then it hits her. "Oh, you don't know what I can do. Do you?" She nods. "Uhn maybe.. what I mean is, I was the magic user before, well, you." Adding, "Definitely three."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Miracle Elle..." Nick repeats. "Miracle Ale?...Hor- Crap. You went to Club Mjolnir , didn't you?" Shaking his head, he moves over to the cabinets, pulling out a glass. He looks over to Willow, "Not sure what Buffy told you but I've only done one spell for her and that was so she could have a couple nights without nightmares. That's it."

He moves over to the tap, turning it on to fill the glass with water, "I only have the two."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"It was a private audience" Dean says defensively. Like that makes it better. A private audience with Miracle Elle, just her, Dean and....mead. Drinking horns. Oh great. Dean's trying to loook innocent. Yeah, right...but the water is helping a little, the tap being on helps. Somewhat.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Now she looks confused. "I don't get it? What are you talking about nightmares then?" Willow *blinks blinks* Nope. She doesn't follow. "Buffy has nightmares?"

She giggles, "No! I meant he had three. But you probably want a good two or three of lukewarm water, maybe more." She looks at Dean. "Yes, more."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick carries a glass over to Dean. "I'm not sure how, but that's probably worse."

He looks over to Willow, "No, I meant I only got the two spells. "One for physical and mental ills. The other is kind of useless when you're teamed up with a vampire."

He pauses, "So, Buffy told you to come over here to do magic but didn't give you any insight to the dream stuff?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean pretty much....chugs the glass. That and mead. Oh that's not going to end well. Great, he sets the glass down and looks over to Nick then Willow then around the condo. He's got a deer in the headights look....but....he's looking for a trash can or....somewhere to give his liver and gut emergency evacuation orders

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick sighs as he sees the panicked look on the Hunter's face. "Bathroom is over there."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Dean falls asleep. Probably for the best.

"But, you asked me if I had nightmares? I thought you did magic? And I was necessary any more. Now I don't know." Willow looks confused. "Help?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Dean passes out. Nick sighs, moving the glassware away from him and then rolling him onto his side. He gets up and walks over to the kitchen. "Physical and Mental health. Nightmares count as a mental ailment. Ergo... Spell temporarily stops nightmares."

At the sink he crouches down opening a cabinet to retrieve a trash bag.

He pauses in consideration before yanking a second one out.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"But I didn't ask you.. you know what, let's begin again. Hi, I'm Willow. I work as Mecurtio's, on weekends at The Magic Box, and whenever might name comes up.. well, thewatchtower." Yes, she ran them into one word. "Uhm, I go to the University of Gotham. And, I guess you know, I do magic. Like, real magic. Your turn."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick chuckles, standing up from his crouching position to kick the lower cabinet closed with his foot before walking over to Dean, "Alright. Hi. I go by Nick now. I'm a musican, actor, and songwriter. I got a GED. The only time I'm at a college is for vocal training and a volunteer project. I sometimes play at the Blue Lady which Buffy frequents and sometimes she'll help me practice fighting skills. And... I'm not really sure the specifics of what I do. I just know I sure as hell will not have a career as a Christian Rock Artist because weird stuff happens with that type of song."

He looks down at Dean, unfolding one of the trashbags contemplatively.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Well, you don't have to worry about Christian Rock, I'm Jewish. Boy, my mother would freak out, almost as much as when she found about my magic. Mind, she was not in her right mind." Willow shrugs. "She doesn't know, or least pretends not to know."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Hmm. I'm not sure how my mom would have reacted." Nick muses aloud, crouching down next to the passed out hunter to start to slide the unfolded but not opened trash bag under his head, spreading it out for potential... floor contributions. "She was very religious so... On one hand Its a lot of weird stuff but, on the other hand, she'd probably have gotten a kick out of songs about Saint Raphael and Saint Lucia actually doing something. Personal saints and all."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"You know, we Jews believe in the saints too, but not so very, well, not the same as you. Bet you didn't know that!" Willow grins, but looks over to Dean. "He's not looking good. Maybe we should put him in bed? Oh. He doesn't live here, does he?" She worried at her lower lip.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick shakes his head, "Bed is too soft. If he ends up throwing up we want to make sure it doesn't get caught in his throat." He gestures to the positioning of Dean, "This will help."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow helps Nick get Dean comfortable (and safe!), "You know, we could come with a joke? Just a little one?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks to Dean in consideration before he glances over to the kitchen area. Walking over, he opens what could be termed a junk drawer to pull out something wrapped in plastic. Walking back over, he takes the item out of the plastic and unfolds it, revealing a little plastic lobster bib. "Not sure how it got there but... Good enough?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow squees. "Perfect! Where shall we put it?" Her suggestion is beside Dean, as his 'girlfriend'.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick bends down, putting the bib on his neck. "One second. I think I have some extra hair bands." He turns, walking over to the bathroom, reaching in to grab a couple off the counter

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Ooooo!" Now she gets it. "Are you going to put his hair up? Do you have some blush?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick gets quiet. A very wide smile starts to form. A very wide and eviiiiiil smile, "I'll get the stage makeup kit."