Dean's starting to get twitchy the closer they get to Lancaster, where Dean said he had some business to attend to, whatever that means. "Where can I get drop you off, man?" Dean asked, and if Misha were a less selfish person, he would pick up on the hint and fuck off, but he is having too good of a time on this strange little journey with this strange little man fresh-cut out of the American dream. Misha turns on his charm full-blast and starts paying for all their meals and motels, and the latter is the deal-maker. Dean is a practical guy, and Misha sees the mental calculations whirring away -- Misha as distraction vs. Misha as bank account -- and in the end he assents to Misha's company (and wallet), as Misha knew he would.
After a time, Dean seems too distracted to even care anymore. The guy makes phone calls he takes pains to ensure Misha doesn't overhear, and returns from them with frown lines etched into his face. He starts asking weird shit like, "Is it the full moon this week?" and "Hey, do you know Latin?" and Misha knows fuck-all about the moon and Latin. He gets them a room at the edge of town, and Dean says, "I'll be back later tonight. If you don't hear from me by tomorrow, call this number."
And Misha is like, "What the fuck," maybe he should've taken the hint and fucked off after all. Who the hell says shit like that? "Dean, are you in some kind of trouble?"
Dean grins. "It's not me who's in trouble."
"Just tell me straight. Are you going to do something illegal?"
"There are no laws for the things I do," he says, all cavalier and shit. Fresh-cut American dream, all the twitchiness of the past few days now transformed at the moment of reckoning into this fresh-faced bravado, all smiles and one-liners.
Misha doesn't ask what's going on because he doesn't think he wants to know, and then Dean says, "Just stay inside," and leaves.
-
Maybe Misha has bitten off more than he can chew; it won't be the first time. Maybe he should ask Dean to drop him off in Philadelphia. Does Misha know anyone in Philadelphia? Maybe Misha should just walk out the door right now and never look back. Maybe--
It is testament to how long Misha has been riding shotgun with Dean that he recognizes the rumble of the Impala's engine when it pulls up outside. What the hell? he thinks, when he notices that the sound of Dean's boots is unevenly paced.
"What the hell--!" he cries out when Dean barges through the door covered in blood. "Dean, what the--"
"Shut up," Dean growls, slamming the door behind him. He collapses in a chair and says, "Shut up, go to my bag, there's a needle and--"
"What the fuck happened?"
The next few seconds is just a mess of yelling. What happened. Shut up. Get the fucking needle and thread. Stop fucking screaming, jesus christ.
"You said you've stitched someone up before," Dean grunts.
He has. He will again, apparently. There's a deep gash across Dean's chest, right below his tattoo, and he has to work fast, his hands need to stop shaking, the blood needs to stop making everything so slippery. Dean is draped on the chair with his head lolling back and his hands gripping the edge of the seat; he stares at the ceiling, and his jaw is clenched.
Misha wonders if he should ask what did this. Instead he says, "What the fuck, Dean."
"Yeah, you should've seen the other guy," Dean mutters, then hisses as Misha pours antiseptic over the sutures, then Misha presses a washcloth against the wound, and presses hard.
"What would you have done," he asks, "if I hadn't been here to stitch you up?"
Dean lifts his head and looks surprised, his eyes gone bright and simple with pain. "I'd have stitched me up myself," he replies.
"You're crazy," Misha realizes.
"Get the whiskey."
Misha does as he's told, but takes the first drink before handing the bottle to Dean.
+
Yeah, I guess if SPN are books then they're more like comics? I'm never sure if they're books or comics, since Dean is apparently full-frontal in that one scene. HAHA THE TEARS. Well, I mean, even Bruce Wayne has manpain. Maybe the tears are covered in the "Frightened Little Boy: The Secret Life of Dean" panel XD. This episode is such a delight, I love it so much.
Part 2: 5x09 + Misha&Dean
Dean's starting to get twitchy the closer they get to Lancaster, where Dean said he had some business to attend to, whatever that means. "Where can I get drop you off, man?" Dean asked, and if Misha were a less selfish person, he would pick up on the hint and fuck off, but he is having too good of a time on this strange little journey with this strange little man fresh-cut out of the American dream. Misha turns on his charm full-blast and starts paying for all their meals and motels, and the latter is the deal-maker. Dean is a practical guy, and Misha sees the mental calculations whirring away -- Misha as distraction vs. Misha as bank account -- and in the end he assents to Misha's company (and wallet), as Misha knew he would.
After a time, Dean seems too distracted to even care anymore. The guy makes phone calls he takes pains to ensure Misha doesn't overhear, and returns from them with frown lines etched into his face. He starts asking weird shit like, "Is it the full moon this week?" and "Hey, do you know Latin?" and Misha knows fuck-all about the moon and Latin. He gets them a room at the edge of town, and Dean says, "I'll be back later tonight. If you don't hear from me by tomorrow, call this number."
And Misha is like, "What the fuck," maybe he should've taken the hint and fucked off after all. Who the hell says shit like that? "Dean, are you in some kind of trouble?"
Dean grins. "It's not me who's in trouble."
"Just tell me straight. Are you going to do something illegal?"
"There are no laws for the things I do," he says, all cavalier and shit. Fresh-cut American dream, all the twitchiness of the past few days now transformed at the moment of reckoning into this fresh-faced bravado, all smiles and one-liners.
Misha doesn't ask what's going on because he doesn't think he wants to know, and then Dean says, "Just stay inside," and leaves.
-
Maybe Misha has bitten off more than he can chew; it won't be the first time. Maybe he should ask Dean to drop him off in Philadelphia. Does Misha know anyone in Philadelphia? Maybe Misha should just walk out the door right now and never look back. Maybe--
It is testament to how long Misha has been riding shotgun with Dean that he recognizes the rumble of the Impala's engine when it pulls up outside. What the hell? he thinks, when he notices that the sound of Dean's boots is unevenly paced.
"What the hell--!" he cries out when Dean barges through the door covered in blood. "Dean, what the--"
"Shut up," Dean growls, slamming the door behind him. He collapses in a chair and says, "Shut up, go to my bag, there's a needle and--"
"What the fuck happened?"
The next few seconds is just a mess of yelling. What happened. Shut up. Get the fucking needle and thread. Stop fucking screaming, jesus christ.
"You said you've stitched someone up before," Dean grunts.
He has. He will again, apparently. There's a deep gash across Dean's chest, right below his tattoo, and he has to work fast, his hands need to stop shaking, the blood needs to stop making everything so slippery. Dean is draped on the chair with his head lolling back and his hands gripping the edge of the seat; he stares at the ceiling, and his jaw is clenched.
Misha wonders if he should ask what did this. Instead he says, "What the fuck, Dean."
"Yeah, you should've seen the other guy," Dean mutters, then hisses as Misha pours antiseptic over the sutures, then Misha presses a washcloth against the wound, and presses hard.
"What would you have done," he asks, "if I hadn't been here to stitch you up?"
Dean lifts his head and looks surprised, his eyes gone bright and simple with pain. "I'd have stitched me up myself," he replies.
"You're crazy," Misha realizes.
"Get the whiskey."
Misha does as he's told, but takes the first drink before handing the bottle to Dean.
+
Yeah, I guess if SPN are books then they're more like comics? I'm never sure if they're books or comics, since Dean is apparently full-frontal in that one scene. HAHA THE TEARS. Well, I mean, even Bruce Wayne has manpain. Maybe the tears are covered in the "Frightened Little Boy: The Secret Life of Dean" panel XD. This episode is such a delight, I love it so much.