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spn_cinema, partly because someone mentioned JamesBond!Dean* and partly because I want to see them fighting graboids**.
* Oh god, Dean as 007 and Castiel as 006. And they're the best team the agency has to offer, even if Ellen has to keep justifying why they keep blowing shit up. And then that mission happens. And Ellen knows she shouldn't have sent them, knows that she should have listened to her instincts when they told her something was wrong with the intel. But she sent her best team to that facility at Arkhangelsk, and only one of them came back out. And now Dean's skirting close to the edge, and Ellen's not sure how long it's going to be before he drops right off. Because there's only so long he can carry on like this, only so long he can keep taking the missions no one else wants to touch. And she thinks that, maybe, he needs to take some time, to maybe go on holiday without trying to work out how best to assassinate the country's leader. But she can't afford to let him go, not now. Because Dean's still her best agent, even without Castiel to balance him, and now that she's just read the folder that's landed on her desk, she has a feeling she's going to need him.
** Dean's never understood why they didn't just get it over with and rename Perfection as Assfuck, Nowhere. He still doesn't know how Ellen manages to keep a bar open when the only people who ever seem to be in there are the same dozen people that are in there every night. Except for tonight, that is. It doesn't take him long to spot to new guy in the corner; the one with the ripped jeans, rumpled tee shirt and hair that looks like he just rolled out of bed chewing on a pen as he scribbles notes on the pad in front of him. Ellen just smirks at Dean when he asks her who the guy is. Seismologist, she replies. Came in yesterday to check out some readings they've been getting in the valley, apparently. He'll be here for a few weeks. Dean grins as he picks up his beer and heads on over; looks like the next few weeks are going to be more interesting, after all.
spn_cinema, partly because someone mentioned JamesBond!Dean* and partly because I want to see them fighting graboids**.* Oh god, Dean as 007 and Castiel as 006. And they're the best team the agency has to offer, even if Ellen has to keep justifying why they keep blowing shit up. And then that mission happens. And Ellen knows she shouldn't have sent them, knows that she should have listened to her instincts when they told her something was wrong with the intel. But she sent her best team to that facility at Arkhangelsk, and only one of them came back out. And now Dean's skirting close to the edge, and Ellen's not sure how long it's going to be before he drops right off. Because there's only so long he can carry on like this, only so long he can keep taking the missions no one else wants to touch. And she thinks that, maybe, he needs to take some time, to maybe go on holiday without trying to work out how best to assassinate the country's leader. But she can't afford to let him go, not now. Because Dean's still her best agent, even without Castiel to balance him, and now that she's just read the folder that's landed on her desk, she has a feeling she's going to need him.
** Dean's never understood why they didn't just get it over with and rename Perfection as Assfuck, Nowhere. He still doesn't know how Ellen manages to keep a bar open when the only people who ever seem to be in there are the same dozen people that are in there every night. Except for tonight, that is. It doesn't take him long to spot to new guy in the corner; the one with the ripped jeans, rumpled tee shirt and hair that looks like he just rolled out of bed chewing on a pen as he scribbles notes on the pad in front of him. Ellen just smirks at Dean when he asks her who the guy is. Seismologist, she replies. Came in yesterday to check out some readings they've been getting in the valley, apparently. He'll be here for a few weeks. Dean grins as he picks up his beer and heads on over; looks like the next few weeks are going to be more interesting, after all.
