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'cause i'm a hopeless wanderer
Who: Dean Winchester and you!
When: Day 46
Where: All around, idk. I'll worry about the narrative timeline.
What: Dean arrives, has no idea where he is, and starts walking around town to get some information.
There are a lot of things to appreciate about his family batcave, but the mattress is definitely in the like, top five. Top three. Okay, it's number one. He's never had so many good hours of sleep all together consecutively in his life, and it helps that he feels safe, too. Dean needs to be able to wake up if his phone rings, but otherwise he can sleep hard. At least his mattress was awesome, but he must've made it remember him too hard because this is so not the cushiony goodness he fell asleep on. He tries to roll over, but instead of a pillow, he faceplants into the ground.
And now he's officially awake.
Once he's up and taken inventory of himself -- whoever brought him here left him all his weapons, so that's either really good or really bad -- he's got his freaking out under control. He'd jammed some buttons on the wrist thing and heard the message about how wise it may or may not be to stay at this bullshit excuse for a new home (excuse you, he had a new home already), and now he's just not sure what to think. Demons? Angels? They haven't screwed around with him like this in a while. Something new?
He'll have to check the place out, see what he can find. He doesn't think he should start walking around armed, just in case, but he does have his knife ready to go, and he has his guard up. And oh, his guard's in tip-top shape after Purgatory.
When: Day 46
Where: All around, idk. I'll worry about the narrative timeline.
What: Dean arrives, has no idea where he is, and starts walking around town to get some information.
There are a lot of things to appreciate about his family batcave, but the mattress is definitely in the like, top five. Top three. Okay, it's number one. He's never had so many good hours of sleep all together consecutively in his life, and it helps that he feels safe, too. Dean needs to be able to wake up if his phone rings, but otherwise he can sleep hard. At least his mattress was awesome, but he must've made it remember him too hard because this is so not the cushiony goodness he fell asleep on. He tries to roll over, but instead of a pillow, he faceplants into the ground.
And now he's officially awake.
Once he's up and taken inventory of himself -- whoever brought him here left him all his weapons, so that's either really good or really bad -- he's got his freaking out under control. He'd jammed some buttons on the wrist thing and heard the message about how wise it may or may not be to stay at this bullshit excuse for a new home (excuse you, he had a new home already), and now he's just not sure what to think. Demons? Angels? They haven't screwed around with him like this in a while. Something new?
He'll have to check the place out, see what he can find. He doesn't think he should start walking around armed, just in case, but he does have his knife ready to go, and he has his guard up. And oh, his guard's in tip-top shape after Purgatory.
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She smirks, starting to circle Dean slowly. Sizing him up. Making him nervous? Attempting to recover her intimidation factor after being pushed up against a wall is the correct answer.
"As for what you know about me... You're just gonna have to find that out all over again."
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Dean's face falls for a second when she mentions Sam, but the next topic she introduces is pretty distracting.
"Kobra? Who's she?" With a name like that, could she be a porn star? Maybe she's a porn star. He could have weird sexual tension with a porn star, that would be okay.
He watches her start to size him up, and he sees through it almost immediately. Is he intimidated? No. He's dealt with sticks heavier than her. He's so unbothered by her sizing him up that he doesn't even move to watch her once she moves out of his line of sight.
"Or maybe you're Kobra. Is this how you pick up guys?" he asks, pointing at the ground to punctuate his question. "You punch them in the back and then try to intimidate them by making them dizzy? That would make for some weird sexual tension."
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She stops in front of him, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring up at his stupid face. Yep. Totally deserves what's coming to him. She smirks. "If I was trying to pick you up, you'd freakin' know it, dude. That is not what's going on here and it's never going to happen. I already have that situation taken care of, thank you very much."
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Kobra Kid, on the other hand, sounds hot. He'll have to keep an eye out for her for sure. Maybe she'll be less obnoxious than this twiggy excuse for a chick.
"My sympathies to him." So there. He gestures between them. "We done, or do you want to keep this up? Because I could shove you against the wall again. Maybe you liked it more than you'd like to admit."
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And then, like the mature and elegant lady she is, she sticks her tongue out at him and pulls her lower eyelid down in response. Psht. Sympathies. Whatevs to you, Winchester. "First of all, in your dreams. Secondly..." There's a brief pause before she closes the distance between them and gives him a quick hug. "Now we're done. Sorry you ended up back here with us psychos. Call me if you need anything, okay?"
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"You mean if I need anyone to teach me how to make awesome faces?" is his comeback because he doesn't know what else to say or what to think of her.
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People in general don't know what to think of her, and she's pretty dang okay with that. She points at him as she starts walking backwards, "If you need me to save your ass after your pick up lines offend the ladies. That's when you call me. And don't forget to call Kobra."