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In Which Dean is Stiller to Ryan's DeNiro
Jan. 2nd, 2009 09:30 pm[Cowritten with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
absit_omens. NSFW content within.]
"Few rules before we get this Italian Inquisition under way..." Anna grumbled, smoothing out her blue silk halter top over her jeans. "You will be nice. You do not gang up on them and barrage them with questions. Absolutely no mention of my - past - and no threatening."
"What are you starin' at me for, Anna?" Ryan arched a brow and looked down at his older sister, unamused.
Eva giggled from her spot on the leather couch by the window, perching next to their mother. "Pretty sure you threatenin' to kill Ford is why she's lookin' at ya, genius."
Ryan shot Eva a look and Anna just sighed, shoving the tall, lanky man into a nearby chair. Now... she waited.
Dean pulled up to the apartment building and looked up at the building, before leaning back against his car. He really didn't want to do this. He really, really didn't want to do this. He really, really hated Sam right now. What the hell was he supposed to even say to these people? He paused for a moment, before sitting back on the hood of his car and placing the phone to his ear. He didn't want to go up there -- he had to be buzzed in anyway -- but he figured if there was some kind of last minute way he could get out of it, he was going to take it.
Blinking as her cell phone went off, she flipped it open and answered it in a way she hadn't in months. "Morasca."
"Do I have to?" Dean was aware he sounded something close to five, but he didn't care.
( *** )
absit_omens. NSFW content within.]"Few rules before we get this Italian Inquisition under way..." Anna grumbled, smoothing out her blue silk halter top over her jeans. "You will be nice. You do not gang up on them and barrage them with questions. Absolutely no mention of my - past - and no threatening."
"What are you starin' at me for, Anna?" Ryan arched a brow and looked down at his older sister, unamused.
Eva giggled from her spot on the leather couch by the window, perching next to their mother. "Pretty sure you threatenin' to kill Ford is why she's lookin' at ya, genius."
Ryan shot Eva a look and Anna just sighed, shoving the tall, lanky man into a nearby chair. Now... she waited.
Dean pulled up to the apartment building and looked up at the building, before leaning back against his car. He really didn't want to do this. He really, really didn't want to do this. He really, really hated Sam right now. What the hell was he supposed to even say to these people? He paused for a moment, before sitting back on the hood of his car and placing the phone to his ear. He didn't want to go up there -- he had to be buzzed in anyway -- but he figured if there was some kind of last minute way he could get out of it, he was going to take it.
Blinking as her cell phone went off, she flipped it open and answered it in a way she hadn't in months. "Morasca."
"Do I have to?" Dean was aware he sounded something close to five, but he didn't care.
( *** )
