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[venatoris]

This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message.

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[endoftheverse]

[Sam turns slightly, hands still in his pockets, expression rather casual.]

You had a Terminator gun in your backyard the whole time.

[venatoris]

There's no way. I cased this whole place.

[ He's saying it as he goes to squat down beside it, squinting as he looks it over. This is cool as hell.

Dean perks a little, flashing a smirk up at Sam. ]

Hey, you think the Terminator was here? [ Smoothing his face into something expressionless, he intones in the proper accent; ]

I'll be back.

[endoftheverse]

[... He makes a face. The face of judgement.]

If there is one, hopefully it was the Terminator 2 one, and not the first movie.

And hopefully he doesn't think we're stealing his mini-gun.

[venatoris]

Well, if he's still here, he doesn't give a shit about this gun, that's for sure. Help me with it.

[ Because Sam's right, it's too big for one puny human to haul around and carry. ]

[endoftheverse]

[How do we always end up moving things like we do this professionally?

... Well, it's worth it. He crouches and hefts one end up.]

You think you can mount this thing somewhere with a window?

[venatoris]

[ fuckin seriously.

now use those gangly legs. ]

Don't see why not. It would make a lovely kitchen addition.

[endoftheverse]

... We are not putting this in the kitchen.

[venatoris]

C'mon. Why not?

[ It would be such a nice accessory. ]

[endoftheverse]

Because we eat there?

[venatoris]

[ a blank look, like... your point?? ]

Uh huh...?

[endoftheverse]

I'm not sharing the table with a mini-gun at breakfast, dude.

Leave that in your daydreams.

[venatoris]

Okay, boring.

[ But, you know. Fiiine. ]

Living room window?

[endoftheverse]

... [Meh.] I think we can work with that.

[It will make their guests ask a lot of questions.

... But it's a fashion statement all the same.]