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Hey! You guys need to stop trying to kill my friends.

Who: Dean Winchester and Kenzi
What: GETTIN' DRUNK! And re-bonding.
When: Day 55, evening
Where: The bar
Warnings: Strong language and alcohol consumption. Probably also stupidity.

"I've got a theory, dude, just hear me out. What if the science guys are secretly keeping this bar barely stocked at all times because we're more hilarious when get get shitfaced? Or... what if they drugged all the booze or we're drinking nanobots or something?" Kenzi turns away from Dean and stares at the shot glass in front of her suspiciously before shrugging it and tossing it back in one fluid motion. She winces as it goes down That shit burns!

It's kind of a miracle that there's any booze left in this bar, even if it's just the cheap shit. Anything will do right now and she's thankful for it despite the headache she knows she'll have in the morning. Alcohol is fucking soothing. Alcohol means not having to think about all the shitty things going on because you're too busy trying to walk without falling on your face and see straight without the room spinning like a damn record. It means she doesn't have to dwell on the fact that both Kobra and Party are currently MIA and the guy sitting next to her has no idea who she is beyond 'crazy chick that jumped me for no reason and somehow knows my name.'

"Nanobots are only cool if they're in someone else or you get super powers or something."

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Dean's not complaining about the alcohol. With his brother back home dealing with the trials all on his own -- and Dean so doesn't think Sam would've called anyone to help him because he's fucking stupid for a genius -- Dean needs the alcohol. It's not that the thought is so debilitating that he can't get through a day without it, but it's one of those things that sneaks up on him, and he could be in the middle of doing something when he remembers how long it's been since he saw his brother and how there's a snowball's chance he'll see him anytime soon.

So drinking is good. Kenzi's good too maybe he thinks? She hasn't acted like he's a fuck up yet, so that's something. It was just wearing on him after a while, all the people who were happy or sad or disappointed he was back and didn't remember, and he had no control over any of it, no clue how it happened or why or how to fix it, and so apparently it was just... his fault.

He eyes her down the shot and purses his lips, nodding, impressed, and then he takes a drink of his whiskey.

"Not cool in any of those scenarios because they'll probably come back to bite you in the ass. Turn you into a robot or something."

He holds up his bottle and squints at it, like he's trying to check for nanobots and he isn't. Only a little bit.

"Gotta keep us pacified somehow, right? Keep 'em happy, keep 'em drunk." He holds the bottle up to the camera. "Cheers, you white coat bastards."

"I would make such an awesome robot. I'd be like Terminator ... but, you know... actually cool. Not ironic-cool."

Damn right, he's impressed. He should see her and Bo back at the Dál! Ugh... Bo. She pours herself another shot and downs that, too. She goes through cycles of missing different people from back home, but missing Bo is just a constant hurt that she can feel all the way down to her bones.

Kenzi turns on her stool so she's facing Dean and punches him in the arm before bringing her legs up and stretching them out over his lap. Way more comfy. Just gotta make sure she doesn't lose her balance and fall backwards or something. "Don't toast those guys! They don't deserve toasts! Not even sarcastic, bitchtacular, deeper-meaning ones meant to be metaphorical face slaps. FUCK THOSE GUYS! I hope a creation turns on them and they all get their faces clawed off."

Well, hello. He watches Kenzi put her feet in his lap with an arched eyebrow of judgment and doom, but then he lets it slide. Bigger battles, etc. Besides it's kind of like having a flea put its legs in his lap. She's probably going to fall over sitting like that, and now Dean has to decide if he would let her or if he'd catch her feet for her and hold her up. Oh, decisions.

"And while they're flailing around and dying, they flip the switch to our cage and we book it the hell out of here." He takes another thoughtful sip of his drink, and then he makes a face and shakes his head.

"Justice isn't that poetic. Fate could pull that off, but uh, pretty sure she hates me." He stops in the middle of repouring his drink and turns to look at her. "And I don't just mean that in the oh, my life sucks, Fate's out to get me way. I mean I literally am probably on her shitlist right now after this... thing." Balthazar unsank the Titanic because he hated the song. That was a thing that happened in Dean's life.

"It was Celine Dion's fault." And now he drinks.

Haha... hahaha, what? Wow, that got really dark really fast, but also really freaking confusing at the same time. But hey, she knows weird shit. She's pretty sure Dean is involved in a lot of weird shit, especially after that thing with his brother and the baseball bat.

"Okay, you definitely have to explain that. You can't just throw a Canadian treasure under a bus like that and not give deets. Spill. What thing made Fate hold a grudge and what does Celine," Totally pronounced in a French accent, "Have to do with it?!"

"If she's such a treasure, you can take her back." So there, Frenchy McFrench Accent. He'd figured he'd have to explain it, which is why he set it up like that. There are some stories that are just so wacked out that they need telling, not that it's like he has a ton of chances to actually tell them. This place though? This place is only ten shades less weird than the whole world Balthazar made in the first place.

"This... guy," who shall remain nameless in case Kenzi runs into him, "decided he hated that song, the one from the movie? So he went back in time and stopped the ship sinking." He makes a face and holds up his drink, pointing his finger. "Not even kidding. Fate was pretty pissed."

"No thanks! She's all yours now!" She smirks, leaning forward to show that she's paying attention and because she's not in a hurry to fall backwards. Look, she's listening. She's being serious. Tell the story.

This guy. Time travel. Changing history. Personified Fate getting really cheesed off. Uuuuuuh-huh.

And yet, she doesn't look all that skeptical. Actually, she looks pretty damn open-minded, almost like she actually believes him. Almost like she's legitimately concerned.

"So where do you come in? Why's she so pissed at you? Did you use the iceberg to make daiquiris for everyone on board, get Kate Winslet really drunk and bang her in the old-timey car before Leo got the chance?"

He snorts at her alternate awesome scenario -- he so would, or would've, or... anyway, moving on -- but he regretfully has to shake his head. He takes another drink and winces after that one, though not from the alcohol.

"Stopped the Apocalypse." He glances over at her to see how she takes that one. He's not trying to brag or anything, he swears. He's just never been anywhere where talking about this stuff mattered so little. "Turns out it put her out of a job, or something. I'm not really sure; it was a weird day."

He has both arms up on the bar, but he's getting used to her feet in his lap, even if it is occasionally tempting to think of knocking them off. He prefers her being friendly with him though. Maybe he can be whatever he was to her before.

Kenzi doesn't even react. She doesn't blink, doesn't gasp, hell she barely even looks concerned anymore. All Dean gets is a shrug as she goes to pour another shot. "Is that all? Join the club." She grins and reaches out to hold onto his arm as she tips her head back to down the shot. Kind of starting to feel this shit now.

She releases his arm and gives him a sharp pat on the shoulder, setting the glass back onto the bar a little heavily. Yep. Definitely starting to feel it.

"You know," She points at him, squeezing one eye shut, "That would explain a lot. Maybe she's out to get the both of us, bucko." Faepocalypse counts. It totally counts. "We should just join forces and beat that bitch up before she can do any damage to our awesomeness. Deal?"

That's good. He doesn't need gasping or staring or even being impressed. Someone who knows the stakes, has lived this kind of life, and can roll with the punches without Dean feeling like he's bringing them into the life and ruining their worldview or some shit is actually what he needs instead. He watches her tipsily put the glass back down, and he smirks. The stuff doesn't bother Dean unless it's the super strong stuff. What he's drinking now is like breakfast.

He probably shouldn't be proud of that.

"We're probably doing a good job of that so far, you think?" He smirks at her, and then nods at her. "Like you right now and falling out of that chair."

"Falling? Who's falling? I'm upright like a freakin' piano, cool your jets. I've been drinking since before you even got here." That simile was horrible. The vodka's even starting to effect her verbal abilities. She takes her feet off his lap and scrambles up the bar to sit next to his bottle, facing him with the advantage of being able to look down at him now. Less likely to fall back if she doesn't have to keep looking up! Ha. Logic.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babycakes, I'm still awesome. Just ask--" Ha ... haha, wow. Forget the shot glass, she just takes a swig right out of the bottle. Get drunk faster! Stop thinking about it. Stop right now.

"Hey, tell me something. Has that Castiel guy always been this weird?"

Just ask... her apparently dire need to guzzle some alcohol. Okay, touchy subject. Dean won't push at it now; maybe later, when she's not asking him a question about Cas, who's better to talk about than whatever it is that's making her down that vodka like her life depends on it. It wasn't that long ago that Cas was one of those just ask -- ha ha situations for him too.

"Sort of, yeah. He's got different flavors of weird. He's way more loosened up than he was when I first met him, if you can believe that, and uh, a little more together than I saw him a little while ago." He takes a drink and sets his glass down, holding it between his fingers.

"Cas has a rough time of it, to be honest."

She just kind of ... stares at him for a second. "Loosened up? This is loose?" Damn. Nope, can't believe that. Titanic getting unsunk, she can believe. This? Not so much.

"How rough is rough? Rougher than fate holding a grudge?" Okay, even through the wobbliness and fuzzy edges of too many shots and counting, Kenzi can tell she's kind of being a jerk right now. To make up for it, she puts her hand on top of Dean's head with a solemn expression like she's giving him a blessing or something... and then she just messes up his hair with a smirk.

Well, someone's clearly feeling it. Dean's going to have to make sure she gets back home okay, which will be easier than any time he's had to help Cas or even Sam because she probably weighs as much as his shoe. Since she's drunk, he can forgive her acting like a jerk. Doesn't really matter anyway, not when she doesn't know the whole story, and hey -- it is pretty sad that this is loose for Cas.

"I mean, I don't think she's fond of him either. But he's died a couple of times and sort of fell from grace kinda this one time." He'll stop there. She doesn't need to know about that one time he became God and obliterated a hefty chunk of angels.

"But yeah, this is way loose. He makes jokes and things now and doesn't use air quotes when he makes references. Progress."

"Okay, okay progress! Progress is good. How long did that even take? How long have you known him? ... How long has he been wearing that trench coat?" All incredibly important questions. Kenzi needs to know for science! She also needs to do another shot because she remembered how glasses work as opposed to dumping the bottle down her throat. Bam. What number was that one? Doesn't matter.

She slams the glass down and almost immediately places her hands on Dean's shoulders, shaking him a little and leaning forward, "Dean? Dean, can I tell you something? Something way uber important?"

Dean's not usually all okay with the people invading his personal space, but he resists the urge to knock her hands away. He still feels like he owes her something -- well, he feels like he owes her himself, some kind of friendship or closeness, and he knows how hard those are to come by for him. Maybe part of his weirdness over this is his difficulty in accepting that he made a friend at all, and then he forgot, or was made to forget. How does he keep losing people like that?

So instead of brushing her away, he sets his drink down and leans in closer, and he lets her questions about Cas slide to focus on this Big, Important Piece of News she has for him.

"Fire away."

She nods solemnly, acknowledging the permission to spill her guts! This is probably going to be a theme tonight, she can already tell. It's a good thing Dean is used to intense staring because that is exactly what she is doing from pretty close up.

"At first... I was really, really, really bummed that you didn't remember me at all? And it was so lame and I was all mad, but not at you!" Just gonna pet your face a bit there, Dean. "I was mad at this place! But now... now I'm okay with this. Because it means we can totes start over and you can think I'm cool all over again and we're gonna be buds again. I just know it! Buddy. So stop making sad faces, okay? I'm toooootally, mega here for you, dude."

She means it. Even with all the booze in her system. She was thinking about it sober, she just wouldn't have said it! Look at that smile. Come on, Dean. Don't be sad.

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It's kind of the last thing he was expecting, and there's not really any reason for it to bring as much relief as it does? Like, he barely knows her, no matter what their past was, but he thinks she's pretty cool. Funny, maybe kind of annoying in her energeticness but that's just because Dean's so not, and she's pretty great when she's drunk, even when she's petting his face and making him feel kind of weird.

And then she goes and says that and Dean doesn't know what to do with it or how to process it. People don't feel that way about him so easily, and especially not with him not even remembering part of their time together. Though he's about to be kind of a jerk, he totally can't hide where his expression softens, and that sad face turns itself up to eleven before he gets a handle on it.

Reaching up, he takes her arm by the wrist and pulls her hand away from him, and he raises the eyebrow of doom.

"The drunker you get, the more cool points you lose," he says gruffly, but he can't fight the smile at the end when he lets go of her hand and then leans back.

"You sure you want to be friends with me again? It's not like I'm a prize. S'a whole town full of people out there."

No way! She can't lose points! Not that points even matter without Party. But he'll be back ... he totally has to come back. Maybe she can keep her hands to herself and stop with the shots for the sake of points and cash them all in when Party gets back. Dean would totes vouch for her, she just knows it!

"I am sure as shit. Whole town doesn't get it. You get it. You're just like... my kinda people, you know? You'd understand stuff if I told you... but not yet. Too soon." Kenzi smirks and keeps her hands folded in her lap, "I like a challenge, dude! Befriending anyone else is too easy."

He's not sure how to deal with her being all... friendly -- not like he's rejecting it. It's not exactly possible for him to reject offers of friendship like this anymore. See: Garth, and all the times he let Garth hug him, and especially the twenty seconds he let himself like it. No, the real issue is that she's just throwing it all at him so fast that he's trying to keep up, which wouldn't be a problem if he weren't still so shocked and maybe touched (not on the face, but in the emotional way) that she... cares so much. Or at all.

"Too soon?" he says, scoffing and brushing it off because that's how he has to approach this. "What, are you going to tell me megaporn closed? Because I know that one already."

RIP.

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