dean winchester ۶ fallen hero complex (perkynipples) wrote in dust_till_dawn, @ 2009-05-18 14:15:00 |
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DEAN : He could deal with the countless demons. The blood-curdling sights of people gutted, strung up, and gory. He could deal with getting the sludge of human entrails in places that he didn't even know he had. He was a hunter, the name 'Winchester' actually meant something and held some importance in the hunting world. People respected his father, people who slightly respected him if they wanted to give him and his little brother the benefit of the doubt when it came to the "evils" of the world and everything that dwelled in the darkness beyond human comprehension. Right now, the only thing evil was a smiley cow that sat atop his head. He looked more awkward in the uniform than Skeeter the prepubescent manager-in-training who felt like he could bully the thirty-something trainee who was twitching as he held himself back from punching his face in. He would if he had a chance but apparently that was frowned upon. No amount of what Wolfram and Hart could do would save him from assault when it came to attacking Skeeter.
"Allens, you get first register today." Skeeter wheezed and Dean's brow arched a bit, patting his shoulder. "Don't get to excited there, Wheezy." He smirked before standing in front of the register and pounding in his password before sighing. He forced a smile to his face when the Staypuff Marshmellow man and family came to front and he avoided saying anything when they got everything the biggest size while talking amongst themselves about how they needed to lose some weight so they got diet drinks and tea. Oh the things going on in his head. He rung up the order, staring at them with a blank look on his face before focusing on making sure his register had the money before looking up and flashing a grin at the little Summers girl standing before him. "Why if it isn't little miss damsel in distress?" He laughed before glancing down at his uniform. "I can pay you hush money..."
DAWN : Okay, so maybe Dawn shouldn't have gone into the fast food place. But she couldn't help it. It'd been weeks since she'd had a burger, or fries, or anything with any grease, that she was now suffering from withdraw. And with an appetite and stomach constitution like hers, that wasn't good.
Besides, she told herself, she had a kick-ass metabolism. Part of the whole Summers blood thing, she figured. And since her recital was only a week away, she figured she deserved something greasy to boost her confidence.
Upon stepping in, she stopped and stared at the man behind the counter. Was that-yep. It was. Dean Winchester, Sam's brother, was working in a fast food place. A grin stole onto her lips for a moment, before she had to move so that a family could get in past her. She ended up behind them in the line, and secretly thought that maybe they were the ones who should've gone elsewhere.
When they finally moved, Dawn stepped up to the counter, and flashed a bright smile when Dean's eyes settled on her. "Let me guess. You're in disguise, right? The manager is-you think-some sort of man-witch and you're waiting for him to slip up." "I can pay you hush money..."
"I'd rather take hush fries. And maybe a hush double medley with the works." The smile turned a tad hopeful. "And a hush cherry coke, if I'm not pushing my luck too much." She absently shifted the duffle bag on her shoulder as she scanned him again, still somewhat amazed that the DP had drawn yet another person she knew. It was suddenly Dawn's opinion that if Dean knew the secret of the medley burgers, he'd totally use it to get a raise and a better position. Something she still thought Buffy should do.
DEAN : He honestly didn't know of the 'secret' of the medley burger otherwise he might put into practice and toss Skeeter into the meal. Even though he was sure that he'd feel really guilty about it and have to deal with the likes of explaining to his own personal bosses why he accidentally made sure that his manager-in-training became Soylent Green. He wasn't exactly the "golden boy" of the company. He was the bitch boy of the evil, devil company. He sort of wished he could work as security or something when it came to them. Anything but standing next to Wheezy and the "elite" of just barely turned working aged teenagers who were much more interested in whatever the Hell myspace was and networking then they were in actually working. Dean's anti-social tendencies were also shining through when it came to standing like a retard at the register. He wasn't like Carl who stood next to him, rank with B.O. and showing off his sweat stains like badges of honor.
If only he was in disguise. He wouldn't wish this on any hunter in the world, regardless of what they may have said to the point of 'We'd do anything for a hunt'. They wouldn't do this. They'd probably pretend to be health inspectors, case the joint and come back after hours. Sadly he was not in disguise. He was actually suffering through the job like anyone else working for minimum wage and choking down the constant smell of french fries. He used to think it was amazing. That he could snag a couple fries and get free burgers until they showed him "the video". Then he just sort of stared in shock and horror for a while before quietly calling himself a veggie...until he ran home and ate spaghetti.
Dean scoffed a bit before leaning in a bit. "Do I look like a chump, Dawnie? I don't even get hush fries and I wouldn't really eat here anyway. You have no clue what they do to their food." Or...he didn't rather. Which ever way it went, there was a Subway across the street that he frequented, wearing his Doublemeat Palace uniform. He didn't care if he betrayed them or not. That and they had cookies over there that he always had a weakness for rather than the cardboard they tried to pawn off there. He may not have had really high standards. But he was starting to think he needed to when it came to the meals he "could" have before glancing over his shoulder. "Wheezy, takin' my lunch break. Tell Smelly to take over." He winked, closing his register before hopping over the counter and giving Dawn a little smile.
"Lunch, my treat kiddo. Somewhere...other than this place. How about hush foot long subs for FIVE dolla'?" He winked, giving a thumbs up before going to grab his jacket and pulling it on before tucking the unredeemable cowhat in his pocket before going over to the door, pushing it open and taking a deep breath.
DAWN : Dawn looked somewhat forlornly at the pictures on the menu board-though it was mainly jokingly. She, after all, knew about the burgers...but Buffy had sworn her to secrecy, so she only shrugged. "I heard about the video where the cow and the chicken come together." When he stepped out from behind the counter, she smiled again and backed out of the line to join him, though her smile slipped for an instant when he called her "kiddo". She really was barely even a teen anymore! She thought that all that had been left behind after Riley left.
Anyway, Dean was talking to her. He was okay, even if he was dating Cordelia-and really, what could he see in her? So what if she'd come back to life...twice...so had Buffy! "Lunch, my treat kiddo. Somewhere...other than this place. How about hush foot long subs for FIVE dolla'?" Dawn rolled her eyes at the fake accent, but then grinned and nodded. "Okay. I'll pretty much take hush anything at this point. I'm starving." She led the way out the door and headed for the street so they could go to the Starbucks. "So really, Dean, why are you working at Doublemeat Palace? Just...doesn't seem like your place...at all."
DEAN : Dean still referred to Sam as Kiddo was it was nothing that Dawn could really do to save herself. Dean would have tugged her by her shirt collar if it meant that he'd get away from the restaurant any faster than he was trying to. "I heard about the video where the cow and the chicken come together." Dean shuddered visibly, letting his eye twitch before glancing over to her. "I have too. I had nightmares for a week. I couldn't eat a fucking hamburger for a day. My body needs hamburgers to function Dawn!" He patted his chest and fought back laughing entirely just at his declaration. He would sooner die of a heart attack induced by hamburger grease than he'd die Azazel putting his head on the chopping block.
There was a lot to Cordelia that Dean saw in her. Other than her legs and her laugh that made him actually let himself be chained to one woman for once. Ever since Cassie he'd vowed against it but Cordelia was different and that he could appreciate. He shook his head and laughed as they walked side by side, his hands tucked into his jean pockets as he tried to pretend he wasn't wearing the bright colored clothing that made him feel more like a target. "So really, Dean, why are you working at Doublemeat Palace? Just...doesn't seem like your place...at all." If only she knew. If only anyone knew why he was forcing himself into working for a fast food joint when there was hunts to still go on. "I dunno," he shrugged as they got to Subway and he stepped inside, smacking his hands together as his stomach rumbled needily. "Two of those Italian BMT foot longs you got there with everything on it." He beamed over to the girl before glancing over to Dawn, avoiding her question like the plague. "Anything you want as "hush" food." He leaned back against the counter, tilting his head to the side as he honestly mused her question.
"I had to start somewhere. I've never worked anywhere so it's a life experience." He really did pull that one out of his ass but he said it with an earnest tone in his voice.
DAWN : "I have too. I had nightmares for a week. I couldn't eat a fucking hamburger for a day. My body needs hamburgers to function Dawn!" Dawn laughed a little as he pounded his chest, shaking her head a bit. He hadn't mentioned to anyone about the ballet studio-as far as she knew-so he was a pretty cool guy. She was starting to get the feeling that neither of the brothers had really had a home. They'd been on their own-though together-for so long. The way they'd grown up was pretty amazing.
She knew that Sam was different somehow, but Dean was like her. He didn't have any special abilities, and neither did Dawn, so it made her feel just a little closer to him sometimes. Even though he was a few years older than her. Inwardly, she hoped they'd stick around for a while.
While he placed the order for their food, Dawn grabbed up two bags of spicy chips-figuring he'd like the same. "Anything you want as 'hush' food." "I still want my hush cherry coke." She grinned at him as she leaned against the counter too, and he finally answered her question.
"I had to start somewhere. I've never worked anywhere so it's a life experience." "Riiiiight. You probably just don't know how to do anything but something you can be easily trained at, like Buffy." She smirked and poked him in the side. In that way, Dawn was more like Sam, she guessed. She'd heard him mention once that he'd gone to law school, and she'd had some college, so she could actually get a real job someday . . . that is, if she found anything she liked. Besides dancing.
DEAN : She would be correct in the assumption that the brothers didn't really have a home. Dean counted the Impala as his point of origin but that wasn't a home. Not really. Neither were the run down motels they stayed at or the house he even moved into. He didn't know what 'home' was but he was looking for it. He hadn't stopped even when his dad told him that this was their life and 'their place' in the world was out on the road. Dean felt like he was chasing his tail when it came to everything. So much so it made him ache. He wanted a place in the world, or he wanted someone to tell him 'Hey Dean, this is where you're meant to be'. It wasn't a difficult request he thought. Someone just open their mouth and just tell him straight to his face rather than keeping him out of the loop that everyone ( even his brother ) seemed to be riding on. There were better people that deserved to live in this world than him. His dad had it figured out. So did his brother it seemed. So did Dawn and she was barely out of high school.
Dean never spent too much time in his own little world. He didn't act like he felt a connection or if he didn't when it came to Dawn. But he figured she had been in the same boat as he was. Standing still while the world passed them by. People they loved dying, sacrificing themselves for them or growing more and more powerful. More "useful" to the war that was going on while they remained painfully human. Even Cordelia. As much as Dean adored her, she had more of a place in any fight than he did. Her ex would no doubt be able to best him when it came to fighting and he was never "the best" when it came to researching. He was just a good shield by the end of the day.
"I still want my hush cherry coke." Dean's eyes narrowed at that, fighting back the smirk and shaking his head. "I'll show you where you can get your hush cherry coke, runt." He knew that 'childish' nicknames held the same references as people calling him and his brother 'gay' when it came to Dawn, winking over to her and nudging her a bit. "Better start kissing my ass and I might just get you one of those hush iced coffees. Don't think I didn't see you scoping that place out, Dawnie." Dean noticed more than most people gave him credit for. The only thing he got credit for was being the 'brawn' in the hunting duo. But to be a hunter someone had to be smart. Dean was just that, if not more than that.
Dean's mouth dropped open for a moment at the 'assumption that Dawn had made about him and...well, Buffy. "Riiiiight. You probably just don't know how to do anything but something you can be easily trained at, like Buffy." He clicked his tongue before poking her in her side just like she had. "Oh shuddup. I'm not some trained monkey." He laughed as he bumping against her and pulling out his wallet before paying the guy and grabbing his bag before taking four cookies for the both of them. "And two large sodas, otherwise she'll kill me." He pointed to Dawn with a wild look of fear in his eyes and dodging any move she made, bumping into some lady and snickering as he stood up straight and returned to Dawn's side. "Don't do that, damn. You know I don't like pain!" He tried the 'puppy eyes' his brother always used on Dawn before handing her; her cup.
DAWN : Dean may have been surprised, but Dawn didn’t have the super-easy life he suspected. After all, life got pretty weird after she found out that she technically hadn’t existed for as long as she’d been alive, and that she was a former ball of energy who’s only destiny was supposed to be opening a door to all the hell dimensions. But she was mostly over that, now. Indeed, she had watched as people around her died-her mother, her sister, Tara . . . the list went on and on. But still she stayed, and she fought – though she often didn’t want to.
"I'll show you where you can get your hush cherry coke, runt. Better start kissing my ass and I might just get you one of those hush iced coffees. Don't think I didn't see you scoping that place out, Dawnie." She rolled her eyes, but then grinned at him. “Can you blame me? They’re pretty tasty.” Her eyes moved to the woman making the sandwiches as she set the chips on the counter. "Oh shuddup. I'm not some trained monkey." Looking back at Dean, she arched a brow in fake sarcasm. “Really? Could’ve fooled me. You’re cute like a monkey. And I bet you even sometimes throw…stuff…like they do, too.” The grin shifted into a cute little smirk of her own as he ordered their drinks. "Don't do that, damn. You know I don't like pain!" “Keep it up and there’ll be more where that came from.” A laugh escaped her at the look. “Yeah…Dean, don’t do that….you can’t pull that off too well.”
Dawn scooped up the drinks and glanced around the restaurant, then to him. “Do you want to eat outside, or in here?” Personally, she opted for outside today.
DEAN : They were more alike than Dean wanted to admit than Dawn even knew. Except for the former ball of energy part. If he was that as well than it would have been as if he and Dawn were actually more meant to meet each other than anyone else in Cleveland. But alas, he was just some hunter who was giving everything for the happiness of those around him. Even if he did feel like he sold his soul over to Wolfram & Hart to get their happiness. Sam would never know. When John came back he wouldn't know but...he did. He was perfectly conscious of the change in himself. The "better hunter" did a better job then the mediocre son who couldn't fight back when John was possessed by Azazel.
"Can you blame me? They're pretty tasty." Dean threw his head back, laughing loudly just at the back flash in his mind of telling his brother that his little crappincos were girly drinks. Oh he needed to tell him this but he knew that Sam would just give him that bitchy expression on his face before going on in his life with his girlfriend. His laugh faded before giving a small gasp. "Stuff? Just...stuff? I think monkeys throw more just stuff. Or are you a "lady" and can't say shit." He stuck out his tongue, squinting his eyes judgingly before his smile came on his face. "I can try, damn! Sammy isn't the only one who can do it!"
Dean glanced around the resaurant with food in his one hand before shaking his head for a moment and heading over to the door. "I do not want to eat inside. I've been inside all damn day." He smiled, keeping the door open for her before picking their seat in the shade and he leaned back, whipping out the sub as his stomach growled.
DAWN : “I just try not to say things like that around strangers.” Dawn shrugged lightly, and grinned as she walked outside with him. “I agree about the not eating inside part.” Sinking down into a chair outside next to him, she passed him his drink and a bag of chips, then accepted her sandwich. Unwrapping it, she chuckled when his stomach growled, and hers answered. “Guess we’re both starving today.” She sank her teeth into it and hummed appreciatively, closing her eyes for a moment. Some of the condiments slipped out and started to drip down her chin, but she saved herself just in time by wiping them away with one hand. The first bite was followed by a sip from her soda, as she reopened her eyes and smiled at him. “Yum. They make the best subs. Honestly.”
She’d pushed aside any thoughts about anything other than what they were doing right that moment. Dawn just didn’t want to think about the repercussions of Angel having his soul back – and she still didn’t know how – or Justice being a demon and trying to use her blood, or anything else like that. For now, she’d simply enjoy her lunch with Dean.
“Tell me about some of the places you’ve been.”
DEAN : "I'm not a stranger! I'm the most lovable, amazing guy you know. And I haven't told anyone about the ballerina thing you're pulling off." He whispered the last part, giving a small wink. Truth was...He didn't have anyone to tell. It wasn't as if Cordy and him called each other every day. He didn't find it that useful either. The hunter was taking another bite when her stomach growled and he chuckled, mouthful and grabbing his drink as he used the coke to swallow the chunk of food in his mouth. If anything, he was most unattractive when he was eating rather than anything else. He smiled back at her and giving a quick nod. "God...you are so right. I've never eaten best subs than from this place. Except this one place in Philly, God that was good." Dean loved eating food more than anything else. Other than sleeping with women. But now that he was a "one woman" kind of guy he was stuck with food. A lot of food.
He didn't know of Buffy's deal. He didn't care for Angel. And Justice just sort of pissed him off after getting his ass beat by the demonically inclined psycho that tried to get information on Sam from him. Azazel should have told her that he would not have opened his mouth. Especially when Sam was involved. He'd say nothing and only do what he did. Fight back. "Mmm...well, I don't really sight see when I went to different places.
DAWN : "Which I am grateful for." She paused to take another huge bite-apparently Dawn's stomach could take just as much torture as Dean's. After chewing and swallowing, she looked over at him. "By the way...I have my first recital coming up soon...I'm dancing solo. You can come, if you want. I mean, if you're not already busy. Which you probably are. So it's okay if you can't make it." Who was she trying to talk out of coming? Him or herself? To shut herself up, she took another bite from her sandwich.
Honestly? She could barely look at him while he was eating because he'd have the funniest looks on his face. Plus, she had a slight issue with the open mouth thing. She nodded when he agreed with her, swallowing again when he spoke up at the end.
"Mmm...well, I don't really sight see when I went to different places." "Oh come on. You've got to have some good story or two..maybe about a demon or a hunting trip? I only ever fought things in Sunnydale, Rome, and here. So not much with the travel, y'know?"
DEAN : He laughed, making sure food didn't spray after his friend. Dean was used to being a big brother. He had Sammy, who didn't look up to him as much as he used to when they were kids. Dean remembered the days fondly ( apart from having to lie to him constantly ). The time spent telling Sam that the good in the world was being maintained. That their father was a hero and that one day all of it would be over for them and they'd have a dad who was going to be there. For the birthdays and the Christmases and the soccer games that Dean had gone out of his way to go to when Sam did have the chance to pretend to be normal. What he had said -- only filled them both with the false hope that John Winchester would be able to quit. Now here they were and nothing had changed. Nothing had changed deep down to the core. Dean was always going to be tainted by the thoughts drilled into his head by his father. Sam would always carry the chip on his shoulder that he'd left behind. It was never anything good sadly enough.
"By the way...I have my first recital coming up soon...I'm dancing solo. You can come, if you want. I mean, if you're not already busy. Which you probably are. So it's okay if you can't make it." He swallowed down a big chunk of his sub after she asked that, brow rising as he looked up at her. Lips threatening to twitch to a smile before clicking his tongue with a small laugh. "Dude, I wouldn't miss it for the world." He really wouldn't either. Unless those yanking his chain yanked it during that night. He hoped they wouldn't. Not for his sake but for Dawn's more than anything else.
A look of interest crossed his face at the mention of "Rome" and all its glory. He really never even dreamt of leaving the country. Too many hunts, too many responsibilities. And before almost a year ago, there was keeping close to California just in case one day Sam decided to reach out and ask for help from him. As his older brother, he always held out hope. Just like their dad had at the end of it all. "Oh come on. You've got to have some good story or two..maybe about a demon or a hunting trip? I only ever fought things in Sunnydale, Rome, and here. So not much with the travel, y'know?" Dean leaned back, setting down his sub and popping open his chips before taking a bit. "Well..." He was trying to shift through the 'non'-important hunts and the ones that felt like they changed his life. "So...me and Sammy get to the middle of Bumsfuck, USA. By this time, my girl is in Bobby's junkyard after..." He paused for a moment, remembering the car accident almost as if it were yesterday. He didn't remember much.
But he did remember his dad. He remember for once in his life being told he'd done something important and that he was proud of him. Right before he said good-bye.
He popped in another chip, an easy grin folding across his face. "After, whatever the fuck. So I meet Ellen...and Jo. Me and Sammy? We totally end up kicking their asses before they could get a grip on the both of us. I mean, we're like ninjas." He snapped his fingers, winking before taking another chip and downing it this time with his soda. "We get this job, involving some wacked out carnival and an evil clown." He figured 'nuff said was with that. "Sammy's wigging out the entire time because, Dawnie, he's terrified of 'em. But I'm cool as a cucumber, like always." He shrugged as he went on to tell the story. About freaking out the kids and killing the Rakshasa. "See, not that exciting."
DAWN : Sometimes, Dawn was tired of being treat like a kid, being Buffy’s sister and all. Other times? She enjoyed the perks-like a cute guy buying her lunch. She wouldn’t mention anything about him working at the DP, since he kept her secret about her ballet lessons. So all was right with the world, for the time being.
When he laughed as he spoke, "Dude, I wouldn't miss it for the world," for an instant Dawn had a mental image of doing something embarrassing during the recital and him laughing at her…but then she brushed it aside. He wouldn’t do that. And if he did, she’d so get Buffy to kick his ass. Although she’d have to come up with a good reason since Buffy didn’t know about her dancing yet.
She finished off her sandwich while her large bright blue eyes watched him with interest during his story. She grinned at the mention of Sam being afraid of clowns – that would be so good for a prank in the near future – and she paid attention the entire time he spoke. As she sat back and sipped on her soda, he finished the story with "See, not that exciting."
“Oh come on! That’s totally exciting. But oh! I’ve got a story too. I wasn’t actually there for most of it, but I heard about it from all the others, so it almost counts. So Buffy’s first year of college, she and Will get invited to this frat party for Halloween. The frat guys do this ‘scary house maze’ theme…but something weird happens and it ends up being a real scary house….” She went on, describing how Xander went invisible, and Willow got attacked by little lightning bug things, and all the rest….complete with the tiny finale.
DEAN : Dean wasn't the 'treat like a kid' type of guy. He'd gotten enough of Sam saying it to him when they were growing up. 'I'm not a kid, Dean. Stop calling me Sammy, Dean. Treat me like a grown up'. The only thing he always saw was Sam standing there, reaching up to him most of the time. Just like he wasn't the type of guy to laugh at someone...he actually may have gave a damn about when they were having their 'first dance recital' it sounded a bit cheesy to him but he knew that it was just as important as the soccer games that had him standing over his nine years old little brother when he skinned a knee and cleaning it out before being an asshole and putting a "pretty" little bandaid over it. He was still a good guy despite working for the bad guys. Not that they knew that. All they knew, all Dawn knew, was that he was trying to have a day job while he stayed in one town.
His brow arched at what she explained about the story of the 'fear demon'. He snickered, holding back a roaring laugh and shaking his head before going back to finishing off his sub. "Some part of me is actually glad that...I'm not dealing with crap like that. I'm pretty sure I prefer haunted racist trunks and evil demons who think dressing up like Slappy the Clown is going to get them their next meal." Dean smiled, taking another big bite. He knew that probably wasn't the worst Buffy and them saw. Just like the stories he mentioned weren't the worst. There was real evil out in the world and both he and Sam had been touched by it. Despite them saying that their family was not cursed or they were going to find the light one day. Dean didn't bet too much money on it. He knew he'd die someday. He just hoped he died doing something really good for the world. "So...you think Sammy is happy living at the hotel with ya'll? He's not going around with a death wish is he?" He hadn't actually spoken to him or stayed with him long enough to get a good feel of how he was doing for a while.
DAWN : “Well I kinda don’t mind itty bitty fear demons that you can defeat by stepping on them.” Dawn grinned and dove into the bag of cookies, pulling one out and passing it to him, then taking one for herself. She, too, knew that his stories couldn’t be the worst. The world was full of bad things-and not all supernatural. The scariest thing she’d ever encountered had been her mom’s tumor. But she wasn’t going to think about that right now.
"So...you think Sammy is happy living at the hotel with ya'll? He's not going around with a death wish is he?" Dawn smiled, recognizing a sibling’s concern. “Yeah, I think he’s okay. But I think he misses you. Sometimes he’ll make a joke or say something about music, and then kinda wait for an answer…then realize you’re not there to say something back.” She gave a small shrug, then took a bite of her cookie. Looking at him from the corner of her eye, she ventured a moment later, “You could stay there too, you know. At the hotel. Especially since you have a job and can afford it.” Because she didn’t know about their credit card scams just yet. “I think he’d like that. And plus, all the slayers might actually learn some useful things. You have more experience than a lot of them, with fighting evil.”
She finished off the cookie and reached for her soda, drinking some more. A part of her wished he didn’t have to go back to work anytime soon. She liked talking to him.
DEAN : Dean...would have loved the normalcy of a brain tumor when it came to either one of his parents, oddly enough. He was had the knowledge that they were both ripped away from him. His mom? He couldn't even remember what she sounded like -- the memory was all too fading ever since a year ago at their old house. His dad? He wished he couldn't remember anything about him. The memories in his mind replaying the years of 'be a good soldier' or 'man up, Dean you need to be at the top of your game' only proved one thing in his mind. Following his father's orders, trying to be someone who had to deal with all of that and be the "perfect son" only made his life more difficult in the long run. “Well I kinda don’t mind itty bitty fear demons that you can defeat by stepping on them.” He snickered a bit, giving a small shrug. "Only thing I don't mind is wannabe ghost hunters running around on a hunt. Good for laughs." He winked, finishing up his sub and going about to eating the cookie he bought himself.
The laugh that rolled through him didn't feel like a 'satisfying' one. It felt forced and bitter. Even more so at himself for remembering one thing. He was messing everything up. The things he was doing and the people he was working for? He was turning his back on his brother for the first time and he didn't even mean to. "Sounds a little like Sammy. He's not usually one to look into detail...that's all me." He winked, smirk tugging at his lips before giving a small shrug at the offer. "No." The answer was blurted out far too quickly, even for his taste. Least of all he didn't want anyone to find out which would be easier if he was living with them. He'd already become settled into a routine all his own. He already settled into something he never thought would happen -- a normal part of his life. It didn't come without the consequences though.
"Nah, I just got this place of my own before Gigantor mentioned a hotel. But thanks for the vote of confidence...I'm pretty sure the superpowered princesses could work of Buffy's experience...or Sammy's." He laughed, tilting his head to the side and checking his cellphone. The face he made was one of 'WHY' before tucking it back in his pocket. "Wanna walk me to the door, Dawn?"
DAWN : "Only thing I don't mind is wannabe ghost hunters running around on a hunt. Good for laughs.” “Oh come on! “Ghost Facers” is one of the best shows on TV right now.” Dawn smirked playfully. She didn’t notice anything off about him or his laugh, though she thought he seemed a little…distracted, maybe? She wasn’t sure. Maybe he was thinking about Cordy. Probably was, for all she knew.
Their lunch was over WAY too soon. “I really wish you would stay at the hotel. It’d just be easier to invited you over for anchovy pizza if you were a floor or two away.” When he checked his phone, she sighed a little, then stood, brushing some crumbs off herself and scooping up both her trash and drink. "Wanna walk me to the door, Dawn?" “Yeah, I think I can do that for you.” She smiled at him, before throwing her trash away in a nearby can. Waiting for him to stand too, she then started to head back across the street with him. “Thanks for lunch, Dean. It was a lot of fun. And way better than a doublemeat burger."
DEAN : The 'Ghost Facers' comment had him practically rolling off his chair in a fit of laughter. He really couldn't see Harry and Ed being part of a 'quality' television just as much as he wouldn't be able to see himself as the same. There was too many factors going into what Dean was actually thinking to put too much thought into pin-pointing what he was 'distracted' about but he knew there wasn't much he could do about anything. Sometimes people just had to learn to "let go". Some part of the saying reminded him of something but he couldn't really...remember. He would have joked it was just old age after a while but he didn't know what it was. He just knew that he could feel something was going to come to an end soon.
And it wasn't lunch.
He'd done the same with the remains of his food before pushing himself to his feet, frowning a bit when she said that before wrapping an arm around her and shrugging a bit. "I don't think you'd like me as a floor mate very much, Dawnie." Or as someone who lived with her. He didn't even like himself lately before they walked together over to Doublemeat Palace and he patted her shoulder before giving a small laugh. "Isn't it always so fun when I'm around?" He laughed before putting on the mutated cow-chicken hat and saluting her with a wink. "Keep me in your prayers, Dawnie." He gave a stern single nod before disappearing behind the doors and yelling at the manager that he was back as he hopped over the counter rather than going around.