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[ It's brief, but Dean gets on the phone long enough to send out the message. ]

Party'll be starting here soon. 948 Beulah Street, 'round back.

[ ACTION: 948 Beulah Street

For the past hour or so, Dean and Castiel have been working on getting the house set up for Yamamoto's birthday. Dean figured it was a better idea to do the party at his house, where there was a distinct lack of drone parents, spouses, or siblings to terrorize Yamamoto and Cas. He's spent most of his time in the backyard, setting up a grill and tables, thinking back to the barbeques and parties that he'd been to in the past year and using them as reference.

There's no streamers, no brightly colored balloons or anything like those parties had, although Dean did get some party hats in the hopes he could talk Cas into wearing one if he got a few other people doing the same. Hell, maybe he can even wrangle one onto Sam if he reaches high enough. There is, at least, a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner along the fence.

He's also spiked all of the drinks with homemade holy water, and has a handgun tucked in the back of his jeans under his jacket as he works. If he wouldn't be expected to follow the rule himself, he'd do a weapons check and make everyone leave them in a box on a far corner of the yard.

As it is, he's just going to make sure one of the tables is fully stocked with food that doesn't need grilled and drinks, while he goes to light up the grill.

Anyone who comes by, regardless of being one of Yamamoto's friends or not, will get free food and drinks and the chance to mingle, so long as they behave themselves and Dean doesn't have to kick them out.

So, come on in and mingle. ]

( Replies from me will be slow until later tonight, BUT HAVE AT IT, KIDS. )

[ Drone Filter, after Dean's finally got it down. He's not the booksmart Winchester, but he can figure these things out, okay. Besides, he needed something to do while avoiding Sam. ]

Hey, anybody remember if shit's happened here around Easter time? 'cause I dunno about you, but I seriously don't want to deal with a zombie Jesus or the Easter Bunny with rabies. I mean, I guess I'll give them the Ol' Yeller treatment if I have to, but hell. If we can just avoid that altogether, that'd be great.

What's the next holiday... Oh. [ Silence, for a second, before Dean moves on from his realization and his quiet wince. He doesn't want to deal with a zombie mom, either. ] Or, uh. Or Mother's Day, I guess. That's coming up after Easter.

[ He doesn't quite hang up, but instead decides to change the filter. Or, well, try. It sticks as Drone Filter, though he doesn't realize that the person he was trying to block from the call could still hear him. ]

And speaking of the 24^th... I haven't been here too long, but I sure as hell know I'd hate having my birthday in this place. So I'm planning a little... surprise party for Takeshi. That's uh, Takeshi Ya... Yamamoto. [ Goddamn Japanese names. Give him monster lore to recite flawlessly and he's good to go. ] Even if you don't know him that well, you're still invited as long as you behave yourselves. Anybody tries to fuck it up, you'll have to deal with me.

But, hey. Free food and drinks. I'm pretty sure that's a great bribe for good behavior.

It'll be at 948 Beulah, probably around like. Six or something. Tsuna, Hayato? Can I get you guys to keep him out of the neighborhood while Cas and me get shit done?

[ If anybody shows up on the 24^th to cause trouble at Dean's, he's not going to hesitate in shooting them/punching them in the face. He means it! ]


( Just a little note: I'm going to be backtagging in threads/posts from before LJ crashed. If you don't want to continue the thread, don't worry. *w* )

[ 1. The day starts out... pretty damn early for Dean, actually. Then again he's gotten maybe three hours of sleep and was kinda bored just sitting around and not doing anything when he could actually be getting shit done and getting his conversation with Cas out of his head. So if you're out and about in Mayfield from early morning until sometime in the late afternoon, you may see him roaming around the town's various stores. He stops by the hardware store, the supermarket, various other seemingly random places--his haul at the end of the day is even more random. He gets what should be a metric ton of salt, varying from canisters typically seen in the kitchen to the gigantic bags of rock salt. There's also beer and a lot of baking goods, since he figured Himeno cleaned out the kitchen in her cookie spree.

He also gets a lot of paint, some tacky throw rugs, and an iron fireplace poker, somewhere, god knows he's been to so many stores today he can't remember what came from where. And then the rest of the day in town is spent scrounging up silver.

2. When he finally gets home, those in the neighborhood and his housemates will get to see him tearing the house apart. The door strips all get torn up--all of them in the house, even to bedrooms--before they're replaced, once he's gotten salt underneath them and is certain that it's in an uninterrupted line beneath the metal. He also spends a lot of time sitting on the front steps and painting devil's traps on the underside of the tacky rugs so he can put them down at the doors leading into the house.

All in all, he looks pretty bizarre, even by Mayfield's standards.

3. And it's night time when he finally, finally, stops being a paranoid son of a bitch and kicks back with a beer and the phone, the sounds of scribbling coming over the mouthpiece as he writes something down. ]

So, can anybody tell me about all of the shit that's happened in this place? Aside from the highway, what else? [ He's in his investigative mode, as he tries to make a safe base of operations in 948 Beulah, and a safe place for his... family. They're still strangers, but he feels responsible for them. ] Y'know. Monsters, out-of-place natural disasters, shit that the town's thrown out since people started arriving.

( Edit: I am getting notifs like. 1+ days late so sorry if I don't reply right away giohsodih. )

[ Originally, Dean had every intention of addressing all of Mayfield, especially after hearing about the "angels" or whatever. Definitely don't sound like angels to him. ]

So, can somebody tell me--

[ Except there's another, cheerier, voice joining him, much to his annoyance. ]

Dear, you'll be late for work if you don't hurry!

... what? Listen lady, I'm not going anywhere until I get some answers.

Come now, the phone will still be there when you get home! Here, I made your lunch just the way you like it.

[ A crinkle of a paper bag, and Dean makes a bemused sound. ]

And you can't work without your tools!

[ CLANG and the phone clatters a little, as Dean tries to take everything the drone wife is shoving at him. ]

Oomph--damnit, woman, I said--what is even in this thing? ... Is that pie?

Of course! Now, out you go!

Wait--

[ And Dean is getting shoved outside now by his lovely 50s wife, armed with a tool belt, hard hat, and lunch sack. What just happened. ]

[ In 948 Beulah Street, there is a new, non-drone dad in charge. This dad is, like many new arrivals, vastly unhappy. This is for multiple reasons, starting with being in Mayfield in the first place. The second reason would be that he has stupid 50 clothes, and had to dig for jeans and a regular damn t-shirt. He'll have to upgrade the wardrobe later.

Third reason is a distinct lack of Impala and weapons. Fourth is distinct lack of Lisa and Ben, which pretty much made him flip a shit.

So he's obviously angry when he gets on the phone line. ]

What the hell is going on, and what's this place supposed to even be?

[ A pause, then: ]

Gabriel, I swear, if this 50s sitcom horror is your doing, I'm going to rip your wings off and shove them up your ass. I'm tired of this "playing our roles" shit.