20th Message - [Accidental Video Post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie's device clicks on. Despite being seated on her nightstand, the viewer gets a fairly clear view of her bed. The bed is a total mess - a tangle of sheets and a quilt kicked almost to the bottom. Dulcie is splayed across it. She is stretched out on her back, her arms and legs star-fishing and her head propped up by a few mis-matched pillows. She sighs heavily and rolls over onto her side, curling into a ball. That lasts a few seconds before moving back to her original position, then her stomach. After tossing and turning for a few minutes, she scrambles up and sits against her headboard. A pillow is tossed away dejectedly. With a final sigh, she scrambles out of bed. She's wearing a pair of undies and a certain men's t-shirt. She picks up her device to check the network, and inadvertently ends the feed.]

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She's collecting more garbage as she goes and tossing it into the bag before tying it off.]

Go be useful and take this all downstairs, then. It's actually not so bad in here, we should be able to get in cleaned up in a few minutes. You really just need to remember what garbage bins are for.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Hey! I know what they're for. We just had a maid come get it once a day. [It's a lie. His dad had a strict policy about not letting the maids in the rooms. He had too much hunter stuff lying around. Besides someone might object to two kids left alone. He does take the bag and head downstairs to the garbage though.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Don't think you can lie to this angel, buddy. Remember that whole seeing the future thing? It works the other way, too.]

Don't think this is going to be a regular occurance, either. I'm only helping out because of how particularly mopey and pathetic you look today.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He shoots her a look over his shoulder but goes ahead and takes the trash.]

I'm not pathetic.

[This is declared immediately upon re-entering the apartment.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You're moping. It's totally pathetic. And don't think that the booze is somehow making it manly and therefore acceptable!

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Booze makes everything more manly.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Not this, sweetheart.

[Dulcie did a good tidy-up while he was gone, and the apartment is starting to look a little normal again. Not tidy, because it is Dulcie. Motherhen mode or not, she is still a giant scatterbrain herself. But at least it's starting to look a little more clean. There aren't any more dirty dishes or empty pizza boxes on the floor, and the windows are thrown open to let in the fresh air. She surveys her work proudly before landing on the couch to finish her beer.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean just rolls his eyes. Clearly he doesn't believe her or more likely he's not capable of anything else right now.]

Thanks for cleaning up in here.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

It's what we're for, isn't it? Helping pathetic humans with their day to day lives.

[She grins and nudges him playful with her elbow.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean smirks.] More like being giant dicks who have to come to us pathetic humans for lessons on how to be more human.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[/eyeroll]

We weren't talking about your boyfriend, Dean.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[That gets her a bitch face.]

Angels are dicks, Sweetheart. There are just a few exceptions. You're one of them.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie counters him with her pouty face. Fine, she's not the biggest fan of the way things are run back home, either. But they are her people, and she ocatioanlly feels like she should defend them.]

Angels aren't just all the same person, Dean. We're people, too. We have our own feelings and experiences. Some of them are dicks. But a lot of them aren't. You know. Like people.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, hasn't really been the case with the ones I've met.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She snuggles a little further into his side again.]

I'm trying to change your mind about that, here. You're just being stubburn.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

My mind doesn't need changing on you. I like you but your family is another story.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Another elbow to the gut.]

Now you're just being specist.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[he grunts.]

Hey, lots of guys don't like a girl's family. [Insert a smirk here.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Very funny, mister.

Do you want to go somewhere today? We could see a movie, or be totally crazy kids and go to the beach or something. You know, get some color.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He considers this a moment then nods.]

Yeah, let me take a quick shower.

[He finishes off his beer and gets up to head toward the bathroom.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She enjoys the new expanse of free couch and stretches out.]

Any preferences on where you wanna go?