Don't worry I promise not to sing
title: Business As (Un)usual
author: Sam, acidquill
fandom: The Dresden Files/pre-series SPN
rating: PG
pairing/characters: ahem. leanings toward Bob/Dean.
word count: 538
notes: Set during Storm Front. A (birthday) present for the one and only poisontaster.
Bob looked around the bar: dark, smoky, smelling like just as much beer ended up on the floor as in someone's belly. Yeah, this would do in a pinch. He'd already gotten things started up pretty nicely at the University; he could already hear the groans when those little college kids finally wound down. True, he would be back in his skull by then, but it made for fond memories. And that was just his warm up act. Sorority girls were a blast, no doubt, but they were by no means all he had in mind for his twenty-four hours of freedom. There were still hours and hours left before he had to return, and he had a borrowed body good to go all night. Now all he needed was the right person to keep him company. Bob settled on a stool and signaled for a drink. Place like this, all you had to was wait. Sooner or later what you wanted came to you.
Ah. There he was, right there. Leather jacket, smirky mouth, just this side of legal...and Bob almost spit his beer across the bar. If nothing else, the lingering smell of Harry's magic clinging to the guy like smoke would have set off a few buzzers. But Bob knew exactly where Mr I'm Way Too Sexy For My Shirt had been last night, though it wasn't like he was going to just let it drop that this kid had broken into Harry's office. Sure most of the time Bob was skull-bound, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep tabs on things. And the kid had definitely been poking around in places where he didn't need to be, even if Bob already knew the rudimentary reasons why. Kid was here for the same reason that had Harry fighting off demons and generally having a really, really bad day.
Seemed the kid was still on the reconnaissance end of things for now, and that was exactly where Bob intended to keep him. Now Bob wasn't a bad guy - well, he wasn't technically a *guy* at all, not that it mattered in the long run - and it wasn't like Harry needed another body in the middle of all hell breaking loose. So he would just have to take one for the team, do a little multitasking. He'd get the kid out of Harry's way. Keep him busy while Harry was out fighting evil and preserving the wizard way and all that. If, say, sometime during the proceedings he had to fall back on his vast and varied knowledge of sex as a distraction technique, well that was just a bonus. Cherry on the top, so to speak. Bob was a big fan of cherries.
He grabbed a couple of beers and walked over to the corner where the kid had settled. Bob clinked the bottles down on the table. "Mind?"
The kid looked up, green eyes taking in every bit of Bob's body-for-the-night in an instant. He grinned and leaned his chair back on two legs. "Nah."
Bob grinned back. Yeah, tonight was gonna be good. He should really see about getting out of that skull more often, especially when he got perks like this.
-end
And of course, the AC/DC that got me on the right track: What Do You Do For Money Honey
author: Sam, acidquill
fandom: The Dresden Files/pre-series SPN
rating: PG
pairing/characters: ahem. leanings toward Bob/Dean.
word count: 538
notes: Set during Storm Front. A (birthday) present for the one and only poisontaster.
Bob looked around the bar: dark, smoky, smelling like just as much beer ended up on the floor as in someone's belly. Yeah, this would do in a pinch. He'd already gotten things started up pretty nicely at the University; he could already hear the groans when those little college kids finally wound down. True, he would be back in his skull by then, but it made for fond memories. And that was just his warm up act. Sorority girls were a blast, no doubt, but they were by no means all he had in mind for his twenty-four hours of freedom. There were still hours and hours left before he had to return, and he had a borrowed body good to go all night. Now all he needed was the right person to keep him company. Bob settled on a stool and signaled for a drink. Place like this, all you had to was wait. Sooner or later what you wanted came to you.
Ah. There he was, right there. Leather jacket, smirky mouth, just this side of legal...and Bob almost spit his beer across the bar. If nothing else, the lingering smell of Harry's magic clinging to the guy like smoke would have set off a few buzzers. But Bob knew exactly where Mr I'm Way Too Sexy For My Shirt had been last night, though it wasn't like he was going to just let it drop that this kid had broken into Harry's office. Sure most of the time Bob was skull-bound, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep tabs on things. And the kid had definitely been poking around in places where he didn't need to be, even if Bob already knew the rudimentary reasons why. Kid was here for the same reason that had Harry fighting off demons and generally having a really, really bad day.
Seemed the kid was still on the reconnaissance end of things for now, and that was exactly where Bob intended to keep him. Now Bob wasn't a bad guy - well, he wasn't technically a *guy* at all, not that it mattered in the long run - and it wasn't like Harry needed another body in the middle of all hell breaking loose. So he would just have to take one for the team, do a little multitasking. He'd get the kid out of Harry's way. Keep him busy while Harry was out fighting evil and preserving the wizard way and all that. If, say, sometime during the proceedings he had to fall back on his vast and varied knowledge of sex as a distraction technique, well that was just a bonus. Cherry on the top, so to speak. Bob was a big fan of cherries.
He grabbed a couple of beers and walked over to the corner where the kid had settled. Bob clinked the bottles down on the table. "Mind?"
The kid looked up, green eyes taking in every bit of Bob's body-for-the-night in an instant. He grinned and leaned his chair back on two legs. "Nah."
Bob grinned back. Yeah, tonight was gonna be good. He should really see about getting out of that skull more often, especially when he got perks like this.
-end
And of course, the AC/DC that got me on the right track: What Do You Do For Money Honey