i_demonhunt (i_demonhunt) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-04-09 18:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ana-lucia cortez, dean winchester, zz:status complete |
Demon and a Hunter were in a bar ... No joke. [open if want to join if not narriative]
There were sever things Winchesters liked to do. Especially in drinks. The first was the love of caffeine. They rarely referred to it as coffee because it was hard to find a decent cup on the roads they traveled. Back roads didn't take them near Starbucks or Dunn Brothers. Though Dean really didn't count Starbucks as a real coffee place. Any place that adds foo foo creams and crap was not a man's coffee. Which was what Sam often liked to drink.
Another was beer. Whiskey. Anything that burned going down. It was another thing that kept the Winchesters going and sometimes was needed after many of their cases. It was used to ease the nerves and sometimes just to get them to pass out so the nightmares wouldn't bother them.
But Sam wasn't here. Dean was almost tempted to order one to see if his brother would even show. Since he came to this City, he had been searching high and low and nothing. He met some interesting women. One in particular, Aeon who saved his butt more than once and let him stay with her but he didn't crowd her.
Dean sat at the bar a beer before him. He had just finished a round of poker, fresh money in his pocket which was needed and it should have made him happy but Sam wasn't there. He had no one to gloat with. No one to show off his bundle that he made.
The bottle raised to his lips, closing around it as he drank. He got the sense he was being watched and his eyes shifted to the left to see a dark hared woman, busty and watching him. She was taking in how his neck muscles moved as he swallowed and his long lashes closing over freckled cheeks that were lightly dusted. He lowered the bottle down, setting it back down upon the condensation mark left there before. He shifted to face her and she got up and moved closer.
"So how you liking it in the big City?" She asked in sitting beside him, "Dean."
The interested look that Dean might have been expressing faded all to quickly. "Does your kind ever leave me alone?"
"You're a Winchester. And Dean, as you say you are adorable and hard to resist. It's so much fun picking on you." She spoke as she ran a finger down his arm. "Tasting your, emotional hidden distress is like sweet sweet candy. So delicious."
"Yeah, whatever. What do you want?" Dean asked in a bored tone. No sense giving them the pleasure or satisfaction of knowing they could get to him.
"Just to see how you are holding up. Especially without your little bro." She reached over and played with his bottle.
"Pushing your luck, sweetheart," Dean took the bottle and took another drink, feeling her watch him again. "If you are looking for a little action, ain't gonna happen."
"Hmm, pity, but then you have been getting around but that is your reputation isn't it. You sure?" She wiggled her shoulders.
"Yes, scank, I'm sure," Dean looked at her. "What are you really here for."
She smiled, "Resorting to name calling, tsk tsk. Well, really to see how you are holding up. Time is still ticking, even in this place. Your lover if you call her that, she might die several times and come back but you, there is no coming back."
Dean sat his beer down and got up, "Okay, this conversation is over."
"Dean, tick tock, we'll talk again. Soon."
Dean turned, "No bitch, we won't and you come near me again, you're dead, you got me. And you know I can kill you." The snarl upon Dean's lips showed the anger. The glint in his eyes, showed the danger and promise in his threat.
He turned and continued out.