Unsuspecting "victim" (ota, prank war participants welcome!)

[hell_prince]

The weather was starting to turn and actually, for once, Sam felt like being outside - this didn't happen much, honestly, but he didn't question it. He found a place under a tree, his laptop open on his lap and a few books stacked up by his side (included Bridgette's Sailor Moon comic) and he was kind of waffling a little. He didn't really have

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[whatdoesithurt]

"Oy," John said, already grinning as he approached, "Dean. Been looking for you." Then, on cue, he looked startled. "Right, not Dean..." a pause for dramatic affect, then a smirk. "The other one."

[hell_prince]

That got Sam's attention, looking up at the man who approached, who seemed almost, what, feral?

"... um. Excuse me?"

[whatdoesithurt]

"I thought you were your brother, but trust me, I am much happier to see you." He did a short half circle around the younger man. "Oh yes," he said with a slow nod, "much happier."

[hell_prince]

Suddenly, Sam felt like a piece of beef in a display case. "... um, okay."

[whatdoesithurt]

"Interested in a drink?" he asked, gesturing over his shoulder.

[hell_prince]

"Uh... better not. Thanks, though," Sam answered, still looking at him quizzically. "... do I know you?" He asked, fully aware that he did not.

[whatdoesithurt]

"We haven't met," he said, extending his hand, "John Hart. But I've heard about you."

[hell_prince]

"Sam." And he took the man's hand, shaking. "... what've you heard?"

[whatdoesithurt]

"Nothing important," he said innocently, "but I thought you might like to join me for a drink." He grinned, "you could just get a seltzer or something, if you preferred."

[hell_prince]

"Uh." Sam looked over his stuff, the books and the laptop, then back at John. Something was going on and he had a hunch what it was. "... okay, sure. Let me just ... " He started to put his stuff away before he stood, all 6'4" of him, his bag slung over his shoulder.

[whatdoesithurt]

Damn. John wanted to cackle in delight. He was decidedly not 6'4" but he could certainly appreciate a man who was. "Excellent. The bar isn't far."

[hell_prince]

"So, uh, how do you know my brother?" Sam asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets as they walked.

[whatdoesithurt]

"Just a little," he said, "he talked you up, though. Seems to think we'd make a pair..." He winked and actually nudged Sam.

[hell_prince]

Clunk.

That was the sound of the idea hitting Sam longwise along the head.

"Did he." Sam sighed. "My brother really is a giver."

[whatdoesithurt]

"He certainly is." John was really trying to be as lecherous as possible. He was good at it.

[hell_prince]

"Why exactly did he think we'd make a good pair?" Sam asked, looking over at him, looking legitimately curious.