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[When the feed flickers on Dean's figuring out how to angle it right over his shoulders so it's not too close or too far from him when he starts talking. The whole video thing's still new to him, and he's not sure how to turn it off half the time when he's talking to someone on it.

For a split second you get the image of a folded up assless hospital gown, Mary's apartment and the subtle sigils on the wall, then it's on him.

His hair is still wet from a shower and he's in a black t-shirt and jeans, the amulet looks like nothing but a small flicker of gold before he's got the receiver positioned upright.]

For those of you just joinin' us death's not permanent here. [He should've figured that out when it came to his dad but he just figured that it'd take a lot more than a bullet to the brain to kill him. He had to go out swinging.

Dean just looks tired. He's in nowhere near the same amount of pain as he was in before croaking but he's still riding some out. Not as pale but irritated and not doing a very good job of hiding it. He shrugs.] Doesn't mean you should go Berserker but I thought some of you could use the intel.

[Dean's about to turn off the feed when it hits him.] Anyone know what day of the week it is?

[TFW filter. Including all friends. None of the enemies. Screw you Meg, Crowley, Ruby, Zachy, and the rest.]

Sorry I checked out.

I feel like I got hit by a freight train and then Sam got some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me.

[Forget that both have sort of happened. He's not gonna go into how literal that metaphor is.]

Anyway, not sure how long I've been gone but at least I'm not some creepy night monster.

[Willow Rosenberg]

How 'bout that beer?

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If you say so.

[It better not still be contagious. Dean didn't want to get offed by the same thing twice. He shoves his hands in his pockets while they wait for the cab and lucky for him it comes pretty quick.

He opens the door with a mock gentlemanly look.]

Ladies first.

[She smiled and nodded to him, climbing into the cab. She shuffled across so he could get in too.]

So what bar are we going too?

[She leaned back, getting momentary relief before the headache pounded again.]

And I hope it has good beer.

[Dean gives the address and name of the place to the bartender loud enough to do both that and give Willow her answer. He leans back against the seat, checks his NV for messages, and then shoves it down in his pocket again.]

T'tell you the truth I'm not sure if it does or not. My friend tends there and I just wanted t'get a peek.

[She chuckles. For some reason, it could possibly be how ill she is, but it's still tickled her.]

So on our first meeting you're taking me to what could be a complete dive, vamp bar- well I guess that one's safe since your friend works here.

[She shakes her head.]

Sorry. Motor-mouth problems. Especially when I'm not feeling great.

Trust me, it's not a vamp bar. Ellen has standards.

[And even if it was he wouldn't mind going toe to toe with a few vamps. That'd be the perfect way to work out the pent up issues he had with dying here and all the shit going on with Sam.]

If I were in your shoes I'd say the same thing. No hard feelings.

[She just nods. So it's a lady friend. Interesting...]

I wonder if I can get one of those juicy cocktails with the little umbrellas. I haven't had one of those since my last date... which was a while ago now.

[She looks out the window before chuckling.]

Or we could go with beer. Which fits in with the atmosphere of this city way better.

We don't have to have the same thing.

[Dean wasn't planning on getting shitfaced so he was staying away from Purple Nurples and fruity drinks. He'd settle for some Bourbon or a nice beer to take the edge of first.]

And when we get there you can tell me all about your last date.

[It's a small joke at her lesbian expense. Dean would love to hear about some hot girl on girl action.]

Only if you tell me about yours.

[Touché man. I am interested in your dates too. Except not the sex part. She grins.]

I'm not dishing the dirt if I don't get anything in return!

I'm buyin' your drinks I think that's enough t'get some graphic details.

[Dean didn't really 'date' at all. He had one night stands or one week stands. The last chick he dated at all was Cassie and that didn't go over well.]

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Okay. Halfway, I'll give you details but they're not going to get graphic because not even my best friend Xander gets graphic graphic details.

[She gives a brief giggle as she climbs out of the cab.]

How's that?

[Dean climbs out right after her still talking.]

You can skirt around the racy stuff but I want the big picture.

[He hands some folded bills to the cabby and escorts Willow inside.]

You pick the table. Might be better for service if we stay off the bar.

[He knew he was a distraction to Ellen but that wasn't it. He didn't want her poking her nose in the conversation either. He could do without the scolding.]

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Back corner. And I'm going for blurry water colour. And I'll take a beer. Whichever they kinda taste samey to me.

[She picks a table in the corner and smiles to herself, shaking her head. Okay, not too much details.]

Blurry water color? C'mon. How 'bout oil painting?

[Dean doesn't give her time to answer. Instead he heads off and tells the bar keep what they're having. He comes back with two beers and nods in the direction of where he got them that they'd probably do more than one round.

He sits on the opposite side of the table and folds his arms across, holding his beer in one fist.]

Okay, spill.

Spill what? Give me somewhere to start.

[She can't believe she's doing this. But eh. Why not?]

Girlfriend one or two?

We can start with one and work our way t'two. Unless you had 'em both at the same time or somethin'.

[That's just him being hopeful. He rolls his beer between his palms instead of drinking it.]

That'd be kinda hard cause Tara died before Kennedy was in the picture.

[She smiled teasingly.]

Tara was the one that... um. Turned me? [Okay, she had to giggle at that.] She was the love of my life. My height. Doe eyed, beautiful from head to toe with a voluptuous body.

[Yeah, she did just get lost in a daydream.]

And the sweetest person you'd ever meet.

She sounds pretty hot.

[Dean's trying to picture the two of them together with that short explanation and it takes a life of its own in his mind.]

Turned you? I thought this was somethin' you had t'be born with. At least that's the crap that gets spewed at me every time I crack an inappropriate joke.

[He settles down after a few more pulls from his beer.] You said she died. That's tough. I'm sorry.

I made a joke. She was the first woman that made me realise that girls were the ones that I wanted.

[She clarified with a smaller smile.]

Yeah she was killed, By a man who was trying to Kill Buffy. [And it was Obvious it still hurt her. Even summoning the memory of Warren made her sick to her stomach.]

I... Well, to say I handled it badly would be like saying the sun is a little warm.

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I was joking too.

[He holds out his hand in a gesture of 'What? You didn't catch that?' borderline sarcasm and mock irritation.]

That blows.

[He's quiet for a while, tilting his beer back to stare down the long neck into the pit of amber liquid.]

Yeah, that's why I never really settled down. This gig... nothing's a sure thing. You could die tomorrow or someone else could. Y'just gotta live while you can and forget about committing to anything but survival.

[When he looks back up he's smiling under raised brows. He takes another pull and shrugs off the seriousness.]

You've got more experience than me in the girlfriend department, that's good. Maybe later you can show me how to really treat a lady.

I might do if you ask nicely.

[She smiles, Though the feeling that it might be the tiniest bit hollow is probably something you'll notice.]

I'd actually argue the other way. You never know when you're going to die, so you have to love as much as you can.

[She takes a drink from the beer before putting it on the table.]

Not to be part of the cliché brigade? But if you're gonna save the world constantly? What's the point if there's no-one to share it with.

[Dean hides his smile pretty well with the mouth of his beer. His other arm is folded on the table.]

Never heard it be put like that.

[Maybe it was just easier for them, their world. Or easier for lesbians.]

You're a pretty smart chick.

[He'll butter her up because it's true. What she said, even though he'd never do it, was pretty brave and selfless.

He'd had a hell of a time keeping people in the loop. The gig was harsh and it wasn't prejudice. It'd take the people you love right along with the people you hate.]

Edited 2012-06-13 23:31 (UTC)

I tested genius level at high school. Then living on top of a portal to hell really taught you stuff about the world. Like: If it's Tuesday and there is not an apocalypse, you're missing something.

[She chuckles a little and takes another mouthful of beer before smiling down into the bottle.]

Sorry. Flashback.

Wait- you lived on top of a portal to tell?

[Forget the rest of it. They can get to that later. Dean's more interested in this. The only gate to hell he knew about was the one Jake opened and he and Sam had to close.]

How's that work?

Well, there were two dormant portals to hell in the world that we knew of. One was in Sunnydale California and the other was in Cleveland somewhere. I can't remember where.

[She draws a little invisible circle on the table.]

These portals were called Hellmouths. And they're not good news. The energy from them draws demons to hunt. But there's a problem, Demons were drawn but people weren't. Until that is Mayor Wilkins decided that it was time to build a town on top of this centre of mystical convergence so that demons had a pretty much all you can eat buffet.

[She puts a napkin holder ontop of the circle she drew, even though you couldn't see it.]

So, Sunnydale, being the demons favourite party town became a centre for the war versus demons. So along comes Buffy, the Slayer. One girl in all the world imbued with the power to fight the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness blah blah blah, who just so happened to become my best friend in highschool. Really long and detailed story short? We saved the world and decommissioned the Sunnydale hellmouth, and completely destroyed the town.

[And then she put the napkin holder back where it should be.]

People say Highschool is the hardest time in your life. Well? When demons and vampires are part of your daily life? It is.

Fangs, hell spawn, and your very own portal downstairs. [He laughs despite not totally believing in her ass backwards reality. It was too much like some crazy spin off of his.] Your high school career was a lot more exciting than mine.

[Even if he was hunting a lot of the time, especially on the weekends. His dad always made sure he at least stepped foot in the school. He was always quick to ditch. That was around the time he got the impala a whole new gateway to freedom.]

I know better than t'ask a lady her age but you're not still enrolled, right?

[Dean's not so subtle way of asking if she's legal. If she was't then this'd get pretty awkward quick.]

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