By the pond in the park, Sunday evening

[lovemykilt]

Priestly hadn't managed to get any piercings, but he had managed to hatch a diabolical plan to murder Dean and thus take full control of his body. Then he could seduce Dinah properly and the two of them could run away together to some distant place where there were no Skywalkers or Winchesters to contend with.

Really, it was the perfect plan. He'd even managed to get his hands on a gun.

Don't ask where or how. It's a terribly convoluted tale of subterfuge involving . . . going and getting Dean's. Okay, so not so much convoluted and not really involving any subterfuge at all. It did involve a fair amount of lying to himself in hopes that he'd be able to catch Dean by surprise.

It's hard to sneak up on someone who's living in the same head as you are.

But now, oh now it was time for the grand finale. He made his way into the park to the pond, then spun in place, yelling at the trees.

"Alright, you bastard!" (Yeah, never mind that such a statement called his own biological parentage into question.) "I'm calling you out!"

[ooc: for thems what know.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Oh for crying out loud," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "Dude you can't shoot me."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly laughed the sort of laugh that totally undermined any claim he ever had to being the rational one. "Why not? You hit me last night."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"That's totally different! Y'know, you not only have lousy taste, you're a moron too!"

[lovemykilt]

"For the last time, I have awesome taste!" Priestly shook the gun in Dean's direction. "And once you're out of the way, I can show that to the world!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm inside your head," Dean pointed out. "Or rather you're inside my head. The only way you're going to get rid of me is to shoot your own brains out. Which, I admit would be an improvement on that hair but-"

[lovemykilt]

"It washes out!" Priestly pulled the trigger.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean watched the bullet go straight through him since his body was over there randomly shooting up the park. "Feel better?"

[sith_happened]

"You stupid son of a whore," Anakin swore from where he was lurking walking through the park, holding his hands over a gaping stomach wound. "Who misses shooting themselves?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly froze, gun still aimed, and gaped.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean turned and looked. "Oh for-" He surged forward, taking control of his body back. "Now look what you did!"

[sith_happened]

"Ow, dammit," Anakin swore as his vision began going black. "Not again!"

[lovemykilt]

"I didn't mean to! I don't even care about the damn Skywalkers!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"See, this is why you don't go shooting guns off at things in your head!" Dean said, gesturing with said gun. "What if that had been someone important?"

[sith_happened]

"Still dying over here, thanks," Anakin said, milking his death scene far too long.

His actor wanted a Daytime Emmy, dammit.

[lovemykilt]

"Oh you shut up," Priestly said. Not that Anakin could hear him. He turned back to Dean. "You punched me last night! It should've worked!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I told you, that was different," Dean said. "Next time, maybe you'll listen to me."

[sith_happened]

"Don't listen to a fucking Winchester, crazy...Winchester," Anakin gasped as a slow trickle of blood emerged from his mouth and he took his last, overdramatic, rattling breath.

God. Finally.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly, funnily enough, wasn't listening. "Oh holy crap, I just killed a guy!" He spun on Dean. "This is all your fault!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"My fault? How the hell is this my fault?"

[lovemykilt]

"You've clearly driven me nuts!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dude, you only exist because I'm crazy. You don't get to say I've driven you crazy."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, well, you created me, then. So --" Priestly pointed to the dead guy. "Your fault."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean looked from his other self to the dead Skywalker and back. Then he shrugged. "Whatever."

[lovemykilt]

"Seriously?!" Priestly stared at Dean, appalled. "A man is dead!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It's just a Skywalker," Dean pointed out.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly threw his hands in the air. "Why the hell couldn't I just kill you?!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean rolled his eyes. Were they back to that again. "Because that would be suicide. Wow, lousy taste and no brains."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly shook his head. "No. No, there's got to be a way. I can get rid of you and just live my life, away from your crazy-ass family and their psycho feud."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Dude, you don't get it. You don't have a life," Dean said bluntly. "Or rather, the life you have is mine. Along with the 'crazy-ass' family. Which, okay we may be crazy, but we're family. You don't ever want to wish that away."

[lovemykilt]

"Hey, I didn't choose to be here, you know. And I refuse to just be your snarky little brain slave!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean sighed and ran a hand over his face. "You're not my slave -- for one thing slaves usually obey better -- but we seriously need to have some ground rules here."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly folded his arms, his anger fading slightly, but his belligerence still showing in his posture. "Like what?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Like no doing anything permanent to my body when you're in control!" Dean said. "No piercings and no tattoos!"He paused and relented enough to add, "Well, maybe temporary ones. Maybe."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly really wanted to protest that. "Oh come on. What if we agree on it, first? Girls love a good lip ring."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah and do you know how much it would hurt to have someone rip it out in a fight?" Dean shook his head. "No piercings."

[lovemykilt]

"You could just not get into fights." Yeah, Priestly was pretty sure that was a lost cause. "Don't tell me facial hair or dye is out, too, or I will go back to trying to kill you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean snorted. "Yeah because that's working so well for you."

[lovemykilt]

"Don't think I can't figure it out, bucko. Besides. We look good in purple."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"We look good, period full stop," Dean corrected. He ran that hand over his face again and sighed. "Nothing permanent," he said again. "I want to be able to look like me with a minimum of effort."

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, well, maybe I want the same thing!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So use something temporary," Dean said, spreading his hands. "That's all I'm saying."

[lovemykilt]

"Fine. Do me a favor and don't shave so close all the time."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm not growing a beard or mustache," Dean warned, then relented enough to say, "I can probably start rocking the stubbley look though."

[lovemykilt]

"And no more punching me."