( Dean's walked Miracle earlier in the morning, so when he answers the door , the terrier-doodle mix is sitting quietly on his dog bed by the couch nibbling on a dog toy.
Dean answers the door in an apron, stepping aside to let her through. )
[ She's not even sure what to take in first. If she'd thought Dean was hot over a screen, he's stupidly hot in person. Her gaze flits briefly down to read his apron, which gets a sputter of a laugh before she glances over at the dog and the insane living room just past him. ]
Holy shit. [ She's not even sure to which part, but... wow. ] I mean- hi. Morning. [ She grins, taking a few steps inside and glancing around the place. ]
( People trip over themselves to help Dominants, including furniture dealers. He likes a lived in space, and as for the apron, the only available ones were only dirty This is better than 'blow' or 'fuck' the cook.
He closes the door. ) Hi. ( Apparently, Sara. ) Dominant life would look good on anyone. I'm sure you make being a Dominant look good. You just need furniture. Maybe the right apron.
[ She's lived over a year in this place being treated as scum of the earth. It'll be nice to get a little preferential treatment after so long.
She shoots him a smile over her shoulder, setting her bag down on a nearby table and casting another glance around the place. ]
Maybe. But I'm not really one for interior decorating. Or cooking. [ She returns her attention to him, lifting a bottle of Angel's Envy bourbon out of her bag. ] Drinking, though. That I'm good at.
( First time for everything, he'd say. He designed the Deancave all on his own. )
You and me both. Glasses are on the cart. I'm like a Salvatore, now. ( Vampire Diaries, Sara. She can follow, though, since the open floor plan leads to the kitchen. Dean moves back around the counter to check the oven. )
[ It's one hell of a place. Comfortable and stylish in a way that's all his own. She's not entirely sure where to begin with her own place, but from past experience it'll likely just feel like she's passing through, like most places she's laid her head down in. ]
Salvatore? [ She doesn't catch the reference, but she picks up her bag and two glasses from the cart and follows anyway, setting up on the other side of the counter from him and pulling out the odds and ends she'd brought with her. ]
What'd you make us? [ Whatever it is, it smells incredible even with a peep from the oven. ]
( Better than Twilight, and not the worst CW show. Don't mention it, either. Moving on. )
Bacon, cheese, and spinach quiche. Picked us up some bagels, too. Thought about pancakes, but I thought that'd be overkill on the carbs. Next time I'll fix you a shortstack.
[ She's sure it'll take more time to explain than it's worth, and her attention's quickly diverted by the food he's got prepared for them. Eyes lighting up, she puts on a grin. ]
Holy shit. That sounds amazing. [ She nods towards the whiskey bottle on the counter. ] Should I pour us something to drink with it? [ She never did subscribe to the whole 5-o'clock somewhere thing, but then again, she's well aware not as many people are quite as much of an alcoholic as she is. ]
( It's easy, it's just not -- fun to admit what shows you bingewatch on your stomach eating pizza. Not everyone is your brother or Cas or even Jack judging you. And it reminds him how much he misses them, and that things are ... how they are with Castiel right now. Holding pattern would be a kind way to describe what's happening.
Grabbing two mugs, he pulls the coffee pot over, offering. He's not opposed to only whiskey, but this is brunch. )
[ She's not one to judge, especially if he's the one providing a homecooked meal. Sara's not exactly one for the kitchen, aside from tossing up a salad or microwaving something from the market. Protein shakes are easy enough to whip up after a run, and she's not sure shaking up drinks translates to being any good in the kitchen.
She grins at the coffee, though, reaching over to pour them both a serving of whiskey into their mugs. ]
[ She takes a sip of the coffee, humming contently and smirking. In another life, she'd have bristled at someone knowing a little too much about her. But oddly enough, it's a lot easier to let your walls down in a place like this. The intrusive nature just... settles into your bones, after a while. ]
Does that mean I have to call you Jack out in public?
Doesn't matter. I lied to the scientists who gowned me. Kept it up. If they're as omniscient as what I'm used to, what I call myself won't change anything. And the musician aliases are a habit. Back home, it was mine and Sammy's go to when we were on a hunt.
( He's paying homage. And also, unlike Sara, likes the little bit of security he gets. Especially, because so many people on the network are so temperamental! )
Hunting. Vampires. Demons. Forces of darkness. ( She is the slayer. Evil witches. You name it.
Grabbing out a tray, he starts to cut bagels in half, setting them down. ) The darkness that murders, not the darkness that's a whole person and in this city. We saved people and hunted evil people. Except, they were so evil, they weren't people.
No shit? [ She perks up, curious. ] You're like... Van Helsing, or something?
[ She watches him work, fingers grazing over the handle of her mug. Her brow furrows a little at the mention of the darkness, of putting down the things that murder, but she puts on a small smile quickly. ]
( He digs into one of the lower drawers of the fridge and takes out packages of cheese and Nova salmon. He washes his hands as she calls him badass. )
Van Helsing hunted vampires, Sam and me, we hunted -- whatever needed hunting. Ghosts in the water, vampires in a small town, demons. Dad raised us in the life.
( yeah, burning the meal tends to ruin the meal. he avoids burning anything that isn't remains. )
Haven't been away from it long to miss it. But, yeah I miss being out on the road. Saving people. People here that need saving... guess I'm one of them now. ( Letting that thought sink into him, Dean grabs two plates and brings them to the dining room table, setting one on the corner and one at the place setting adjacent. No conversation across the big table here! ) You had a mask and everything?
[ Shit. He really went all out. She grins, plucking a piece of cheese from the tray as he passes by and munching on it as he settles in next to her. ]
A machete? That's fucking cool. [ She starts to pluck a bagel and some lox from the tray. ] Thanks for the spread. I think this is the best meal I've had since I've gotten here.
( So, sure, cool, but also practical. Dean, uses the cake cutter he'd found on the quiche, cutting a square out, slipping it underneath and offering it to Sara. )
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Dean answers the door in an apron, stepping aside to let her through. )
Hey Sara. Come on in. Morning.
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Holy shit. [ She's not even sure to which part, but... wow. ] I mean- hi. Morning. [ She grins, taking a few steps inside and glancing around the place. ]
Dominant life looks good on you.
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He closes the door. ) Hi. ( Apparently, Sara. ) Dominant life would look good on anyone. I'm sure you make being a Dominant look good. You just need furniture. Maybe the right apron.
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She shoots him a smile over her shoulder, setting her bag down on a nearby table and casting another glance around the place. ]
Maybe. But I'm not really one for interior decorating. Or cooking. [ She returns her attention to him, lifting a bottle of Angel's Envy bourbon out of her bag. ] Drinking, though. That I'm good at.
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You and me both. Glasses are on the cart. I'm like a Salvatore, now. ( Vampire Diaries, Sara. She can follow, though, since the open floor plan leads to the kitchen. Dean moves back around the counter to check the oven. )
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Salvatore? [ She doesn't catch the reference, but she picks up her bag and two glasses from the cart and follows anyway, setting up on the other side of the counter from him and pulling out the odds and ends she'd brought with her. ]
What'd you make us? [ Whatever it is, it smells incredible even with a peep from the oven. ]
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( Better than Twilight, and not the worst CW show. Don't mention it, either. Moving on. )
Bacon, cheese, and spinach quiche. Picked us up some bagels, too. Thought about pancakes, but I thought that'd be overkill on the carbs. Next time I'll fix you a shortstack.
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Holy shit. That sounds amazing. [ She nods towards the whiskey bottle on the counter. ] Should I pour us something to drink with it? [ She never did subscribe to the whole 5-o'clock somewhere thing, but then again, she's well aware not as many people are quite as much of an alcoholic as she is. ]
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Grabbing two mugs, he pulls the coffee pot over, offering. He's not opposed to only whiskey, but this is brunch. )
We can make our morning Irish.
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She grins at the coffee, though, reaching over to pour them both a serving of whiskey into their mugs. ]
I like your style, Winchester.
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Dean tops the whiskey off with freshly ground and brewed coffee. )
I like yours, too, Lance. ( He's not a stalker. ) Your last name was attached to your post.
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Does that mean I have to call you Jack out in public?
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( He's paying homage. And also, unlike Sara, likes the little bit of security he gets. Especially, because so many people on the network are so temperamental! )
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Hunting? [ Her brow hooks upwards. Where she's from, you don't exactly need aliases to go out and shoot at deer. ]
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Hunting. Vampires. Demons. Forces of darkness. ( She is the slayer. Evil witches. You name it.
Grabbing out a tray, he starts to cut bagels in half, setting them down. ) The darkness that murders, not the darkness that's a whole person and in this city. We saved people and hunted evil people. Except, they were so evil, they weren't people.
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[ She watches him work, fingers grazing over the handle of her mug. Her brow furrows a little at the mention of the darkness, of putting down the things that murder, but she puts on a small smile quickly. ]
That's pretty badass.
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Van Helsing hunted vampires, Sam and me, we hunted -- whatever needed hunting. Ghosts in the water, vampires in a small town, demons. Dad raised us in the life.
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[ She frowns into her mug. ] Guess this place isn't quite as much of a culture shock, then, huh?
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Vigilante?
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Yeah, you know. Domino mask, crime fighting. People don't need to be possessed by demons to need putting down.
[ She rests her hand on her chin. ] Do you miss it?
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Haven't been away from it long to miss it. But, yeah I miss being out on the road. Saving people. People here that need saving... guess I'm one of them now. ( Letting that thought sink into him, Dean grabs two plates and brings them to the dining room table, setting one on the corner and one at the place setting adjacent. No conversation across the big table here! ) You had a mask and everything?
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Yeah, I think all of us could use some form of a rescue around here. [ She tips back more coffee, filling back up before following him to the table. ]
A mask, a suit, a utility belt. Bunch of knives. Most of it came with me, actually.
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You got your whole costume, I got a machete, a jacket, my dad's journal, and a dog. Not that I'd trade the dog.
( And the jacket does mean something, too. )
Let's eat.
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A machete? That's fucking cool. [ She starts to pluck a bagel and some lox from the tray. ] Thanks for the spread. I think this is the best meal I've had since I've gotten here.
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( So, sure, cool, but also practical. Dean, uses the cake cutter he'd found on the quiche, cutting a square out, slipping it underneath and offering it to Sara. )
Beats the slop they serve in the Down.
( And he doesn't think there's any aphro in it. )
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