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Who: Cadman exlosionsgirl and Dean fullonswayzed
What: In which Cadman and Dean are on watch, and they bond/snark/flirt.
When: The start of Day 02, around 2AM.
Where: The local police station
Warnings: If anything, adult language and innuendo; possibly discussion of gore. Dean and Cadman, all; like anyone thought any different.

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[fullonswayzed]

He blinked as she stole his beer, and grinned. "You know, a four year old would take this opportunity to say that that's totally indirect spit-swapping." Not that he was four. Well not literally, and he liked to think he lapsed into the mindset only once in a while. Male hardwiring or something.

He made a show of leering at her as he retrieved his beer from the floor and took an... okay, a pretty lascivious swig, and then settled back into a look of casual nonchalance. Shh, he'd stolen it from James Dean, but no one had to know that.

"Procedure? Uh, well, first thing's first, soon as the sun comes up tomo--today, I'm heading out to search for survivors." He put a very slight emphasis on the 'I'm' because he didn't want to have to explain that he was doing it alone. It was easier to travel by himself, and Dean was hella good at watching his own back, anybody else would just slow him down, and he needed Faith and Sam both to defend their little makeshift 'base'. If he didn't come back, well... He just hoped he'd make a hot zombie. Which was ... pretty grasty to think about, now that he'd gone and, well, uh, thought of it.

... God he hoped certain expressly important bits didn't... y'know, fall off.

A-hem.

"So basically, we regroup, find a better location, because let's face it, depending on how many people we can round up, this tiny, shitty excuse for a police station ain't gonna be good for any kind of long haul." Which, at this moment in Dean's mind, meant about three days. Week max. "And there's the whole issue with the cellphones not working." He pulled his phone from his pocket (blessed jeans, damn he was glad to be rid of the fancy prom digs) and handed it to her for inspection - he'd tried more than once on the drive to the station, tried to get a hold of his Dad, Christ, anybody. He could call Sam just fine, but nobody on the outside.

Fun times.

"So then we work on gettin' outta here and stayin' alive. Somebody's bound to notice that an entire town just dropped off the radar. If anything, it's a forty-mile hike to the nearest town."

And wow, wasn't that just the vaguest possible plan ever. ... It wasn't that Dean didn't know what he was doing, because hell, between fighting and flirting he had this whole damn shindig covered but plans weren't really his strongpoint. Even being a Winchester born and raised didn't necessarily give one the life-skills needed to plot your way out of a freakin' deadite apocalypse. So he'd do what he did best. Wing it. Y'know, like that one time with the kelpie and the clawmarks down his back he swore up down and sideways were caused by Jenna Jameson?