Between-game down time

[100deaths_a_day]

[He's been at the motel bar for nearly three hours. Now, there's certain things for certain moods Dean will drink. when he's happy and out to have a good time - and there's no Sam to tease him - he'll drink shots. Just for relaxing, or when Sam's there to tease him about what he's drinking (shots weren't exactly 'manly'): Beer. When he's miserable

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[hunter_returns]

[Sam.. had been busy. Wrapping up a case, getting information emailed off to Bobby, tying up some of their loose ends, calling the police and explaining why the Feds were now off the investigation.

[Honestly. What kind of moron summons up a vengeance spirit in the middle of Spring Break?

[Tired, needing a drink and possibly something to eat, Sam made his way towards the bar where he figured Dean was waiting for him. He stood in the doorway, shocked. Dean was doing shots. But he looked happy. Happy drunk Dean was a damn sight better than pissed drunk Dean.]

Jesus, dude. Was I gone that long?

[100deaths_a_day]

[He turned around when he heard his brother's voice, and he began to grin. It was Sammy! Sammy was here. Sammy was... Wait, what was he saying again? Oh Right, right. Hadn't actually said anything.]

Hey, It's Sammy! [he called pretty happily, before reaching for and missing the last shot glass. Son of a bitch, who moved it? He looked back up, and saw Sam was there. ooh great, Sammy! When had he gotten here?] Hey, Sam.

[hunter_returns]

[Yup, hammered Dean. He couldn't help but grin. Tomorrow would suck, but they could relax for the night now that the job was over.]

Yeah, it's me. Just got off the phone with Bobby, he found something over in Atlanta. Standard salt and burn sounds like. [Sam waves off an offered shot and orders a beer, leaning back against the bar next to his brother.]

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Sounds like fun. [he nodded happily. yeah, you were probably going to have to tell him again tomorrow.]

now shut up with the bring stuff, and join in. [He chuckles] there's chicks everywhere, and I'm pretty sure there's one about to help you relax. [eyebrow waggle and a smirk.]

[hunter_returns]

[Oh good. This subject again. Sam deflected it with his usual eyeroll, grin and shake of the head. He wasn't like Dean. He didn't do casual hookups. It wasn't in his nature.] No. Shots make me all pukey. Beer's fine, dude.

[And he stood to the side, managing to make himself less noticeable as a blonde and redhead sidle up to Dean. Maybe he could sneak out early and get back to the hotel before he got stuck sleeping in the car while Dean.. well. There were some things best not thought about.

Ever.]

[100deaths_a_day]

oh hey, girls. this is Sam. Sam, this is... [instead of them getting annoyed that he forgot their names, they'd had enough to find it rather amusing. either that, or he was ht enough they didn't care (and dean liked to think it was option number 2)

He looked at Sam as he moved to the side. Was he going somewhere? What happened to just chilling after the hunt?] Where you going? [He didn't make a face, but there was an audible pout.]

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[Dean might bitch at him for giving him what he called puppy dog eyes, but no one could put on a sulk like his brother. Sam rolled a shoulder in response, leaning against the bar.] 'm not going anywhere, dude. Just letting you.. [the redhead had broken off and all but curled herself against him. Awkward? A little.]

Ah. Hi.

[100deaths_a_day]

[Dean smirked] Sammy's got a friend~. You two should go have an intellectual conversation. me and my friend are gonna go have a talk of our own.

[That said, he stands up, and almost immediately his hand goes to the bar, steadying himself.] ...am I good? I'm good. The floor just moved right from underneath me there. [He chuckles as the girl giggles. Ah well, it didn't matter. It's not like he needed to walk straight to get laid.]