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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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So this place ripped you right outta college. From what I can tell those're the best years of your life.

[Dean's pretty relieved that she's not some high school sophomore. He's been lewd before but he was upping the ante here and he didn't need any fall out.]

Man, I thought how I grew up was bad. Where you're from just sounds... wacky.

No. I had to ditch college cause of the fact that it's now in a giant crater that used to be Sunnydale.

[She chuckles.]

It's not all bad. I mean, I met Oz and Tara and Buffy. [She drains the last part of her bottle of beer and puts it back on the table gently.] But then there's the opposite end of the scale. There were times when it really sucked.

Ever think about movin' somewhere that wasn't a demon minefield?

[He was curious. He didn't know if she was just devoted to Sunnydale or if it was one of those small town places no one could ever escape, just riddled with the pond scum of the underworld.]

At least you focus on the good memories. There's a lot of us that have been through enough of the bad that it's all we see anymore.

Knowing what was going on? The end of the world looming constantly? I couldn't leave.

[She smiled at Dean. She reckons he's the kind that couldn't just ignore it either.]

Well, I try too. Except I kinda have a constant reminder of the worst part of my life.

[And that is where she gestures to the bartender for another.]

Edited (I tagged to early.) 2012-06-19 09:58 (UTC)

Could've been easier to bail but then there'd be no one there to hold down the fort or clean up the mess.

[He cracks a grin. She's exactly the kind of person he could work with. He'd have to introduce her to Cas and Sam when he got a chance.

The empty sound of her long neck hitting the table has Dean grabbing both bottles from the surface and passing it off on the nearest tray for pick up. Dean's done with his too so he holds up two fingers for the bar keep so he can get another round along with her.]

I know that feeling. Just gotta keep facing forward, the past is behind you for a reason. It's not always pretty but dwelling on it only keeps you from goin' anywhere.

[He's really the last person who should be saying anything like that but judging by the head cold she's sporting and the general attitude he figures he should help her take a load off.]

... You know. This has to be a regular thing. Cause you make me not feel horrible.

[She shakes her head with a smile.]

The past is the past. For good reason. But it has to be a guide so we don't make the same mistakes again. Like learning that revenge is a stupid thing to try because it rarely works and in my experience never makes you feel better.

[It was chirpy, like she hadn't nearly gotten killed the first time or ended the world the second time.]

I might be able to swing that.

[Dean raises his beer to hers and clinks the glass together.]

As long as you promise t'keep dishin' out the life lessons and girl on girl scenarios.

Done.

[She smiles and puts the beer to her lips before plonking it back down on the table.]

Maybe we could go on date patrol.

[Okay, he has to ask.]

Date patrol?

It's a scoobyism for going date hunting. You know, finding a girl being awkward guessing whether she is or isn't interested building yourself up to go and talk to her and then chickening out before being pushed into it by your friends.

[She grins.]

Or more in your case I suspect, pointing you in a direction and just letting you go.

[Cause she has this inkling feeling you have no issue talking to women. I wonder why?]

[Dean mouths the word 'scoobyism' with a pretty confused look on his face before washing that down with his beer.]

You wanna hunt for chicks with me? [The smile's back.] Name the time and place. I'd have to be stupid t'turn that down.

Edited 2012-06-21 10:29 (UTC)

Well. When I stop being all fluey would be a good time. Cause this?

[She gestures to herself in not her most flattering look.]

Not so much with the hotness. [She smiles at him.]

But I can see potential wingwomaning.

Even now you'd make a better co-pilot than I'm used to.

[Sam wasn't really the best guy to take around when you were looking to score.]

[That she has to laugh at a bit.]

So um, when this blows over, I've heard there are clubs? I mean, I'm not usually into the club scene because back home it's like vampire snack bar. But I think we'd be safe here!

[She pauses a moment.]

Safer here. Did you wanna invite people? more fun in a group I think. Cause then if you luck out you're still having a good time.

Edited (iconfail) 2012-06-21 11:20 (UTC)

Clubbing?

[That last time Dean was at a club he was on a gig so he didn't really get to enjoy himself.]

You bet your sweet ass.

[As long as it wasn't the place that belonged to Gabriel and Jinx he wouldn't have any problems.]

Let's scope it out just the two of us the first time and if it works out next time we'll bring a crowd.

Okay. That seems like a good idea.

[She smiles and takes another sip of beer.]

Check me out with the mad social skills. I made a friend!

[She grins cheekily.]

Well, I hope I have.

Still think the black magic thing's a little risky but, yeah, you're a breath of fresh air compared to a lot of the people here.

[Well, you could, but it usually cost a pretty penny and came with a happy ending.]

Or maybe that's the beer talking.

[It's clear by his grin that it's a joke.]

... So is owning a gun.

[She grins at him.]

You know, if it's the beer talking I'm gonna up an leave.

[She giggles, unable to feign sternness.]

In my experience, guns aren't as dangerous.

[Dean folds his arms over the table and takes another guzzle from his beer.]

Uh-huh, you need cab fair, princess?

No. I'll be fine. I'm going to take a different method of travel home.

[She hadn't flexed her magical muscles for a while. She was worried about build up, It's always really frustrating when you end up accidentally make a huge change to something because of your magic overflowing.]

Besides, It's a clear night. I could use the air.

Yeah, it's night. Which means if you're not payin' attention you're gonna wind up monster chow. I can't let you bail alone in clear conscience.

[Especially not after the beers that they had.]

So, whatever your plans are. I'm comin' with. We live in the same building, anyway.

I'll be fine.

[She smiles, Awww. He's so protective. She should be able to carry him too. Well, if she can teleport a giant submarine across the world, she should be able to carry Dean. She finishes her beer.]

Okay then. I hope you don't mind flying.

[Dean finishes his too, slams it down on the counter with a ding, and then levels a look at her when she mentions flying.]

Depends on what you mean by flying.

... How else would I mean flying?

[She levitates herself a foot off the floor. There is a slight bounce as she hangs from midair.]

Like this.

[Dean's eyes go wide, he leans out of his chair to make sure he's really seeing it right. That there's space between her and the floor.]

Where'd you learn the Criss Angel stunt?

[He doesn't look too sweet on the idea of flying anywhere with her. It's all over his face.]

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