Stiles Stilinski (
voluntaryapnea) wrote2015-02-06 07:07 pm
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23. Wishing on a two-way radio
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[He almost doesn't log on when he realizes what's going on. Almost. But he's never been good about refraining from doing things when it comes to finding out what's going on. And he's just hoping like hell that his dad really is okay like Liam told him, that Melissa's doing well, that things in Beacon Hills aren't as screwed up as they usually are. He hopes.]
So, anyone out there from Beacon Hills listening on this thing?
[Private to Jean]
I have a question for you. [Actually it's more like a possible request. He's not entirely sure yet.]
[He almost doesn't log on when he realizes what's going on. Almost. But he's never been good about refraining from doing things when it comes to finding out what's going on. And he's just hoping like hell that his dad really is okay like Liam told him, that Melissa's doing well, that things in Beacon Hills aren't as screwed up as they usually are. He hopes.]
So, anyone out there from Beacon Hills listening on this thing?
[Private to Jean]
I have a question for you. [Actually it's more like a possible request. He's not entirely sure yet.]
Private
[He offers Dean a small smile, falling silent for a moment. He's chewing his lower lip.]
It's been bumpy. But...we've actually bonded some. And he still likes talking about car stuff, so that's been pretty safe and neutral territory for both of us.
Private
He doesn't like feeling like a shitheel even though he's doing exactly what everyone seems to want.
Of course, the realization that Stiles' inmate has not only the same brother he does but the same car he does makes Dean groan with a tangentially related, horrible thought.]
Oh no. Not my baby. Don't tell me he fucked her up, too.
Private
Well, what I know is that he loves the car as much as you do.
Private
[This is a rote protest, not as savage as he would actually get if someone were actively in danger of hurting the car in question, but sincere nonetheless. He's taken so much crap over his relationship with the Impala that he's not even bothered anymore, if ever he was.
But even he has to admit that at the end of the day, if there's anyone that does, it's probably... well. Himself.
Dean shakes his head.]
Alright, fine. When you're right, you're right. But don't get too cocky over there.
Private
[This time he can't quite contain a chuckle. He's not mocking Dean for his relationship with his car. Just for disbelieving another version of him could care about it as much. When Dean finally concedes and shakes his head, he simply grins.]
Me? Cocky isn't in my repertoire.
Private
[This is the version of Dean that can handle being laughed at, though, even if he would probably argue at least a little about the similarities between the versions of him. He knows something's broken there, something vital, maybe something irreparable; he hopes not, for Stiles' sake, for Sam's, for the world's, but. He was never much of an optimist, even when he could still hang his hopes on blind faith.
He's smirking.]
I'm glad, though. I am. And proud. I mean it's weird, don't get me wrong, I haven't forgotten that. But I am.
Private
He smiles a bit when Dean says he's proud, even though it's weird. It's definitely weird. But he's good with weird.]
Thanks. It's weird, yeah. But I think it'll be all right. [The last time he'd talked to this Dean, he'd just learned about having the other Dean as an inmate. He thinks that even though there's a long way to go, they've come a long way. They've made progress, even if it maybe doesn't seem like it to most.]
It's good to talk to you, man. I'm glad everything's going good.
Private
It's not perfect. But it's so much better than it might have been, and so much better than it was. The hunter snorts.]
Alright, alright, enough with the chick flicks. We're both awesome and we're gonna continue being awesome. You're gonna go talk to your people, and I'm gonna find someone else to bother for a while.
And don't do anything I wouldn't do. Which still leaves you with a literal fuckton of options, so don't screw it up, you hear, Slick?
Private
[He grins.]
Wait, are you saying there's stuff you wouldn't do? [His eyes widen in feigned shock.]
Private
Private
No Meatloaf karaoke. Got it.
Private
Shut up.]
Attaboy. Catch you around.
Private
[He smiles and lifts his hand in a wave.]