On the way to Ink & Holes, Saturday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was back in control of Dean's body, and damn if he wasn't going to make the best of that situation for as long as possible. He'd already taken the time to spike up his hair and dye it purple, and though there wasn't a whole lot he could do about Dean's whole daily shaving nonsense, he was at least sporting a nice little bit of scruff in the shape of the goatee and mutton-chops.

Now to pierce and tattoo the shit out of himself. That'd show Dean he was totally the rational side of his personality.

[ooc: oh so totally open.]

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[futuresmuggler.livejournal.com]

Mirax still tragically had amnesia, and had no idea who she was. The best way she could think of to figure that out was to ask. "Excuse me," she asked, "I'm trying to figure out who I am."

[lovemykilt]

Well, that was a new one on Priestly. But, hey, at least she didn't expect him to be Dean.

"No idea. Make something up."

[futuresmuggler.livejournal.com]

"But I can't, don't you see?" she asked, looking devastated. "I have to find out my past! Don't you even know my name?"

[lovemykilt]

"Nope," Priestly said cheerfully. "But I'm the wrong person to ask. I'm an alternate personality that I'm pretty sure was brought on by the stress of a ridiculous family feud."

[futuresmuggler.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well, this complicates things," Mirax sighed. Wait, hadn't something like that happened... There was a flash of recognition, though she couldn't quite follow it...! "But you may already be helping."

[lovemykilt]

"You know what might make it work faster? We could go somewhere and make out."

[futuresmuggler.livejournal.com]

"But I have to learn about my past!" she insisted. But that didn't bring in ratings nearly as high, and maybe, just maybe she could find some comfort in this whole mess! Because apparently she hadn't gotten enough from that hot doctor in the clinic.

"Do you think it'll trigger something?" she asked hopefully.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was heading toward Chilly Boulder, hoping it would still be Chilly Boulder, and not suddenly think it was some exotic pudding store with pheasant feathers, when she caught sight of Priestly.

Um, maybe.

"...Dean?" she checked, because when she got a closer look, she didn't see any piercings. Even if the hair was purple.

[lovemykilt]

"Nope," Priestly said cheerfully, with a smile that was alllll Priestly. "Dean has left the building."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Priestly," Dinah confirmed, kind of relieved. Although still confused. "Wait, how did all your piercings heal up? And whyyyy?" She still kind of had issues from the whole Malcolm-and-Vampire alternate universe Priestly thing. No un-inked Priestlys! No!

[lovemykilt]

"I haven't gotten 'em, yet." Priestly frowned. "Wait, you know my name?"

OMG, validation of his existence!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Of course I know your name, you're my best friend... oh come on!" Not funny, Island. "You know me! We got here on our first day together!" Dinah pouted at him, all big eyes and flailing arms.

[lovemykilt]

As far as Priestly was concerned, being best friends with a cute chick was just further proof that he was Dean's rational side. "Ha!" he muttered aloud. "Take that, Dean." He grinned at Dinah again. "I, uh, might have a couple little wholes in the ole noggin. It's probably a side effect of the split personality."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

It was a weird sensation to wake up and find one's self already out and about and in motion. And not in charge of one's body. "Dude, what the fuck?"

[lovemykilt]

"Oh, goodie," Priestly muttered. "You're awake."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I am. And I repeat, what the fuck?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly walked past a store front which likely offered Dean at least a small view of the purple hair and styled scruff. "Relax, man, just doing a little redecorating."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

And seeing the purple made Dean said red. "Oh, you didn't!"

[lovemykilt]

"It'll wash out," Priestly said. "And it's not like you can complain that much. I know about that goofy lookin' tat on our chest."

[likethegun]

When Sam couldn't find Dean at the house, he set out searching for him, worrying more with every step. What if he'd been kidnapped again? Or got into a car crash? Or developed another personality, who liked to walk around in pink panties?

Okay, maybe that last one was a stretch.

Still, Sam was somewhat relieved when he spotted his brother, even with the bad hair choice. "Dean!" he called. "Wait up!"

[lovemykilt]

Oh, great, the whiny bitch. Priestly ducked his head and walked a bit faster.

[likethegun]

Luckily, Sam's legs were long enough that he could almost keep up. "Wait! What are you doing out here? Where are you going?"

[lovemykilt]

Damn stupid tall-ass whiny Winchester bitch. "Go away, Sam!"

[likethegun]

"I'm not leaving you alone!" Sam said, because some things about the Winchesters transcended crazy. Eventually, the way Dean looked clicked something in his mind. "You're not Dean, are you?"

[lovemykilt]

"No." Priestly glared at him. "I'm not. Now go away."