The Universe's Mixer

Warning: Gets unexpectedly naughty.

Dean sat in his borrowed kitchen and stared at his phone. There was a couple of new numbers init that led to memories he wasnt sure he wanted. Actually he knew he didn't want them, but had anyway. Not without some kind of intervention would he be rid of them. His fingers drummed for a moment by the phone with those oddly comforting yet still discomforting numbers.

He had said that he would show her around, that he would introduce her to some people. He had said that. He had respected her, even limiting the New Year's kiss to a chaste one on the forehead. He cared about Jo in some way, but to name the way the hunter would have to let feelings and thoughts stew. He wasn't in the mood for stewing, not without a hell of a lot of alcohol. Oddly he really didn't want to get drunk, or more he did but didn't want to give into that destructive instinct quite yet.

His lunch with Dinah, as accidental or perhaps fortuitous, had been nice, and he knew of at least one woman he really needed to have a meal with. Maybe two. He wasn't sure if he should call either woman, so he hesitated, spinning the damned phone with all its strange ties to past, present, and possible futures. He groaned at himself as he realized he was giving into a brooding better suited to the Sasquatch.

"Right." Dean nodded to himself, grabbed the phone, and scrolled through the contacts list. He sent off a quick text.

Not romantic to text but want to grab a bite? He debated whether or not to send one those damn smileys. He decided against it. If yes meet me at Eddies Lil Italy by the library. 7:30 pm. Pressing send, Dean got cleaned up, and might have put on something nicer than the usual tee and jeans. He may have put on the shirt and tie that he knew he hadn't had before.

At 7:15 pm, the hunter waited just inside for his...date? Now would Secret Agent Goodbody show?

Fred had continued to come help Jensen in the comm central of the Clocktower after their...understanding. Of course Jensen had occassionally turned on the little boy charm to pout at her just enough to ask that she come back. To help. Yep! Helping was now defined with randomly snitched smooches. Suddenly his job didn't suck quite so much.

Today there were some final beta tests being run to make sure he had all of the critical programs working properly with his OS. That meant there was no time on their hands. Part of him was tempted to see how far Fred was willing to take those smooches, but decided he should probably behave himself and take them on a coffee run. All of the cups, makers and cupboards were bare of the essential goodness anyway so he suggested they go get some together. Maybe grab a sandwich while they were at it. He whined that he was running on empty as they left.

His goofiness increased the more fresh air he got. He didn't get out enough lately. It led to Fred getting her ribs tweaked from behind and him looming over her shoulder as he made to bite at her neck and spoke in a cheesy Dracula accent. "Perhaps you still have some caffiene in your blood system."