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Dean leaned against the bar, a pint of something in hand. His friend had promised him a little fun; he needed a distraction. Somehow he was in Boston, not his Boston as far as they could tell, but his friend's. Or that's what they thought. It seemed the right place, but none of his housemates were around as far as they could tell. Dean needed something to keep his mind of the lack of brother and angel.

"So, you okay in here?" The hunter shifted his gaze from a small group of mostly attractive women to the guy beside him. He smiled slightly at him. "What with the warm bodies and all that shit? Not going to go mad? I don't wanna have to stake you here in front of everyone, do I?" He actually smiled, showing just how much he was joking.

"You know, Aidan. This isn't so bad." He motioned to the bar. It had taken the vampire a little while to get Dean out of the house for anything that wasn't hunting or family related. It was nice to have a drink and maybe find a quick lay.

Beauty had been walking through the woods for some time, lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't expected to enter a clearing and see what she did. In the center of that great expanse of grass and trees, a tea table waited. It was covered with all the expected accoutrements - perfect little biscuits, a healthy amount of sugar cubes, jam, lemon, cream, a touch of fruit and some cheese, crumpets, and of course, one very large and steaming teapot.

She looked around, but saw no one waiting, no one present at all. With quite a bit of curiosity, and, she was a little embarrassed to admit, hunger, Beauty walked to the table and circled once. It seemed rude to sit down without permission, but there was no one about to give it.... and it also seemed such a shame to leave everything uneaten.

Finally, and without a single thought to whether or not it was actually safe, Beauty did take a seat.

It was a good thing that Aidan's house wasn't far from the bar they'd gone to, since Dean wasn't really up to much movement. Even though he seemed to be feeling better with the generous application of ice and alcohol. He was kind of surprised that there hadn't been any vomit, with how Dean had looked for a while.

They did walk slow, though. And walk they did, since Dean was pretty sure he wasn't going to sit in some bumpy cab. Aidan could appreciate that. He wasn't sure that he'd be doing much of anything, and really had to hand it to Dean for not crying or passing out.

Aidan got his friend to the house and even up the stairs to the room that Dean had taken over. It was Josh's old room, which was alright with Aidan. He didn't know how he would have felt if it had been Sally's. Mostly due to all the girly stuff in it.

He made sure that there was a bucket, just in case, and left a full bottle of whiskey and another of wine that were downstairs. He knew that the wine was used in some of Josh's more complex recipes, but it should be good enough to do whatever numbing Dean wanted.

Aidan retreated to his own bedroom to pass out, thinking about their meeting with a goddess.