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[ True to her word, Sara arrives at Dean's door around noon on Sunday, a tote bag full of liquor, mixers, and DVDs tucked under her arm. She's honestly not even sure if these places even come with DVD players anymore - probably should've checked the setup in her own apartment before she came over - but they'll make due either way. Surely one of the streaming channels Duplicity has to offer isn't just for porn, right?
She's dressed down in her usual attire, black tanktop, black jeans, and motorcycle boots with a black leather jacket on top. Are there weapons tucked into every compartment of that jacket? Probably. What kind of ex-assassin walks around empty-handed?
She knocks, re-adjusting the strap of the tote bag on her arm as she waits for him to answer. ]
She's dressed down in her usual attire, black tanktop, black jeans, and motorcycle boots with a black leather jacket on top. Are there weapons tucked into every compartment of that jacket? Probably. What kind of ex-assassin walks around empty-handed?
She knocks, re-adjusting the strap of the tote bag on her arm as she waits for him to answer. ]
[ 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. ]
Dominant life looks good on you.
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.
( 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.
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.
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. )
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. ]
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. ]
Don't ask.
( 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.
( 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. ]
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. )
We can make our morning Irish.
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.
[ 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. ]
I like your style, Winchester.
She grins at the coffee, though, reaching over to pour them both a serving of whiskey into their mugs. ]
I like your style, Winchester.
( Someone has to save you from microwaving your salads.
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.
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.
[ 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?
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! )
( 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! )
Ballsy of you. Though you strike me as that type. [ She smirks, sipping at her coffee again. ]
Hunting? [ Her brow hooks upwards. Where she's from, you don't exactly need aliases to go out and shoot at deer. ]
Hunting? [ Her brow hooks upwards. Where she's from, you don't exactly need aliases to go out and shoot at deer. ]
( Right, they haven't gone through that. )
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.
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. ]
That's pretty badass.
[ 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.
( 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.
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.
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?
[ She frowns into her mug. ] Guess this place isn't quite as much of a culture shock, then, huh?
( 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?
Vigilante?
[ 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?
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?
( 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?
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?
( he knows, if not from the name, from his avatar. and Dean's memory, both personal and fictional. MCU ftw. all of the above, basically )
Hey Steve, it's Dean.
All's quiet. Earned a quick buck doing deliveries, but I regret it now after one of the guys got glitter bombed right in front of me. Other than that, trying to keep my head down.
( it really takes all his strength. do they dance around a date that might happen? it feels a little like a fever dream, their early morning return. )
Can I ask you the same thing? All in one piece?
Hey Steve, it's Dean.
All's quiet. Earned a quick buck doing deliveries, but I regret it now after one of the guys got glitter bombed right in front of me. Other than that, trying to keep my head down.
( it really takes all his strength. do they dance around a date that might happen? it feels a little like a fever dream, their early morning return. )
Can I ask you the same thing? All in one piece?
Doesn't sound like that's your fault, but same here.
And I'm good. Getting in touch with some of the people I know from home.
It's pretty complicated.
[ they are going to do the awkward dance but only for a little while. ]
Anyway... I had fun the other night. [ working with him at crimson, and of course, the pancakes. ]
And I'm good. Getting in touch with some of the people I know from home.
It's pretty complicated.
[ they are going to do the awkward dance but only for a little while. ]
Anyway... I had fun the other night. [ working with him at crimson, and of course, the pancakes. ]
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