Loft above Luke's, Tuesday morning

[lovemykilt]

". . . the hell?"

Priestly, fresh from the shower, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, peered bleary-eyed into the medicine cabinet like it might do something exciting.

Which around here meant with no small amount of quiet terror.

He pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit, then started carefully sifting through the rather full cabinet as though he was going to find a portal to another world -- you never knew around here -- but found nothing but the usual back wall.

And no hair dye.

None.

"I know I had at least a bottle of blue gel," he grumbled, sifting harder, then starting pulling stuff out. When that didn't turn anything up, he checked under the sink. Then behind the toilet. Then in the linen closet. He even went so far as to go out into the kitchen and check the fridge.

"Dean!" he bellowed. He had no idea if Dean was even home. "Did you throw out all my dye?!"

He as pretty sure that wasn't the case, but look, his hair was going to have to be natural colored today, and he needed someone to blame, okay?

[ooc: and thus begins Priestly's make-over. Open to anyone with a reason to show up.]

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[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Somehow Dean could see that clearly in his mind's eye. "Yeah, but when I burn down something, I mean to."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, I'm sure you never set anything on fire accidentally when you were fifteen."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean snorted. "Yeah, because that woulda gone over well."

[lovemykilt]

"Stupid teenagers and fire rarely go over well." 1

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Student teenagers don't go over well at all." Remember their fun times with demonic possession? Good times, man. Good times.

[lovemykilt]

"So spill. Share some stupid teen Dean stories."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

No, all of his stories involved trauma or his brother. And some more trauma!

"You're not getting any of those unless I've had enough to drink."

[lovemykilt]

It wasn't even noon yet!

"How much is 'enough'?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

IT WAS NOON SOMEWHERE.

"Trust me, you'll know."

[lovemykilt]

"You're just trying to talk me into buying you booze," Priestly said.

Mind you, he was willing to try it. He'd heard rumors from a contact about something called a "gargleblaster" that might even manage to get Dean properly drunk. He was now pretty sure he was going to find SOME way to turn Dean's hair blue.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Well, if he wanted a prank war, he'd get a prank war.

"Maybe a little."

[lovemykilt]

And he's lose the prank war, not that he realized that.

"Have you ever considered that you might have a liiiiittle bit of a problem?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Excuse you, it wasn't season 7 yet.

"Nah. No more than most hunters." Dean, they were all functional alcoholics for a reason. It was called 'the job'.

[lovemykilt]

"The more I hear about your world, the happier I am not to live there."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Aww, not a fan of the demons?"

[lovemykilt]

"Like you are?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Can't stand the suckers," Dean replied. "But I'd rather know they exist and kill 'em than live in the dark."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, I've been enjoying not getting flung into furniture for the last few weeks, personally. But to each their own."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Wiiiiimp.

Dean rolled his eyes at that. "Well, you gonna go blue yourself or not?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly wrinkled his nose. "That's not even gramatically correct."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"I'm taking that as a 'I wimped out on looking like a Smurf, Dean'."

He was so kind.

[lovemykilt]

"Isn't there a Doctor Sexy rerun on you need to go jack off to or something?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

OH, BURN!

"Hey! It's a quality show!"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly couldn't help but bark out a laugh at that. "And you loooooove his cowboy boots."