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DEAN WINCHESTER
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( 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.

[thecanarylives]

Demons? [ Her brows cock upwards, curious. ] That's... a hell of a life. And I thought being a vigilante was dark.

[ She frowns into her mug. ] Guess this place isn't quite as much of a culture shock, then, huh?

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( With the breakfast spread ready, he uses two towels to pull the quiche from the oven. As he sets it on the oven, he cocks an eyebrow himself. )

Vigilante?

[thecanarylives]

[ Her eyes flit to the quiche, impressed with the fact that it a) looks delicious and b) isn't burnt to a crisp. That's skill. ]

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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( 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?

[thecanarylives]

[ There's a reason she sticks to pre-made salads and protein shakes. ]

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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( He retrieves the bagel and lox, onions, tomato, and cheese platter. The works, Sara. Look at this spread )

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.

[thecanarylives]

[ 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.

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Clears a vampire's head clean off.

( 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. )

[thecanarylives]

That's... weirdly hot.

[ Is it hot to anyone else? Just Sara? Hard to tell. She plucks a piece of the crust from the plate as he serves, munching on it contently. ]

I lived in the Down for, like, a year. Anything that tastes good down there is probably spiked with aphro. [ She smirks, sipping at her coffee again. ]

So? How do you like it so far?

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It's messy.

( But, yeah, hot. )

The Down's a shithole shanty town but everyone has to live somewhere. Spiked eggnog's -- spiked. And I like the food I prepare. ( Taking a bite, he talks with a moutful. ) Did I miss anything?

[thecanarylives]

Just means you gotta sharpen the blade.

[ She says around a mouthful of quiche, chuckling at his answer. ]

I meant the whole... Duplicity experience. It's not all bad, you know.