So they’d swung by Boston on the trail of something big and ugly with a taste for young flesh and Dean was currently working his way through locations
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Lindsey sat at the other end of the bar, sipping a beer. When Dean had entered, asking questions and getting Frank, a legal assistant, drunk beyond comprehension, the lawyer had to wonder what the kid was trying to get.
He was asking to many questions, and that was never a good thing. And when his client's name came up in the conversation, the lawyer decided that he might just have to have a talk with this kid.
He kept a close eye on Dean, waiting for when he planned to leave the bar so he could follow.
Dean being Dean didn't drink as much as Frank and therefore he stayed sober and alert; it also meant he could feel eyes on him.
A good hunter never let his guard down even when he was trying to get information. Hell, Gordon hadn't gotten the jump on him and Sam that last time because they'd felt him long before they'd seen him.
Dean patted Frank on the back and muttered, "Well I hate to love ya and leave ya but I gotta hit the road." Frank slumped forward, stone cold unconscious from the drink, and Dean gave a sheepish smile.
Picking himself up off the stool, he slid his jacket on and started towards the door never once giving away the fact he knew he was being watched
Lindsey wasn't stupid. However, he could tell that this kid wasn't either.
Question was, what did he want?
He figured that the kid knew he was being watched. He looked like a streetwise punk that had been involved in a few scraps during his life. And there was a bit of a soldier feel to him too. There was no way he would be ignorant to someone watching him.
He waited until Dean turned away and started for the door, then put money down for his tab and tip, grabbed his jacket and followed as a leisurely pace. Of course, he wasn't in his suit, so passing off the lawyer act wouldn't work.
He'd let the kid play his game a bit, deciding how he wanted to go about bringing the game back into his court. And Lindsey had the home court advantage here.
Dean's car was packed one block over, the bar itself hadn't had much in the way of parking and damn if Dean was going to leave his baby in front of some random kerb.
He walked slow, kept his pace leisurely and completely relaxed. Dean could tell the other man was following him. Hell, he'd have to be pretty fucking stupid not to feel those eyes on the back of his neck.
What did this guy want from him?
Figuring he was tired of the cat and mouse game they appeared be playing, Dean slipped into an alley and waited, going so far as to recline back against the wall and looking for all the world at ease. When the guy reached the alley, Dean tipped his head with a smirk on his lips.
"So, do you just get your kicks from following guys home or are you wantin' to take me home to meet mommy?"
rethreaded"You brother has the right idea. Most of them can be upstanding citizens, just as much as a normal human being can be a serial killer. It's the being inside that matters." Lindsey shook his head, then thought a moment and smirked. He could tell the kid that right now, he was talking what amounted to being a zombie... Lindsey's lack of heartbeat made him fall into that classification... but he decided against it for now
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"Right," Dean bit out with a roll of his eyes. Granted, Dean had more of an open mind since Lenore but he still believed that creatures weren't to be trusted unless they proved themselves otherwise.
Sliding his arms over his chest, Dean waited for Lindsey to be finished on the phone and when he was, Dean's eyebrow flickered upwards at the information. "Now that you mention it? Yeah, they were." He remembered Sam mentioning something about that on the phone earlier. "And lemme ask you something, these demons, how big are they?"
It would help for him to know what they were facing and if they ought to be wielding any heavy firepower, Dean had a few shotguns in his ensamble of weapons.
"The average size is about six feet. They look like humans, but their skin has a blueish haze. Kinda like a drowning victim. And they have yellow eyes."
Lindsey smirked a bit. "however, their hands are more claw shaped. They usually wear gloves to cover that on this plane. And they have a second row of teeth, which allows them to break bone when eating their victims."
"Note to self, avoid the claws unless I feel like being eviscerated." Dean sniffed a little.
Average size was about six feet? Good thing both him and Sam were that and more, least the demons didn't have a height advantage. "So lemme ask you something, Lindsey. Call it a morbid curiosity, whatever you wanna call it. Why do you do what you do? Work for Wolfram and Hart?"
He had his phone out and was currently texting the information to Sam. The brothers had always been good at keeping one another in the loop.
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He was asking to many questions, and that was never a good thing. And when his client's name came up in the conversation, the lawyer decided that he might just have to have a talk with this kid.
He kept a close eye on Dean, waiting for when he planned to leave the bar so he could follow.
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A good hunter never let his guard down even when he was trying to get information. Hell, Gordon hadn't gotten the jump on him and Sam that last time because they'd felt him long before they'd seen him.
Dean patted Frank on the back and muttered, "Well I hate to love ya and leave ya but I gotta hit the road." Frank slumped forward, stone cold unconscious from the drink, and Dean gave a sheepish smile.
Picking himself up off the stool, he slid his jacket on and started towards the door never once giving away the fact he knew he was being watched
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Question was, what did he want?
He figured that the kid knew he was being watched. He looked like a streetwise punk that had been involved in a few scraps during his life. And there was a bit of a soldier feel to him too. There was no way he would be ignorant to someone watching him.
He waited until Dean turned away and started for the door, then put money down for his tab and tip, grabbed his jacket and followed as a leisurely pace. Of course, he wasn't in his suit, so passing off the lawyer act wouldn't work.
He'd let the kid play his game a bit, deciding how he wanted to go about bringing the game back into his court. And Lindsey had the home court advantage here.
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He walked slow, kept his pace leisurely and completely relaxed. Dean could tell the other man was following him. Hell, he'd have to be pretty fucking stupid not to feel those eyes on the back of his neck.
What did this guy want from him?
Figuring he was tired of the cat and mouse game they appeared be playing, Dean slipped into an alley and waited, going so far as to recline back against the wall and looking for all the world at ease. When the guy reached the alley, Dean tipped his head with a smirk on his lips.
"So, do you just get your kicks from following guys home or are you wantin' to take me home to meet mommy?"
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Sliding his arms over his chest, Dean waited for Lindsey to be finished on the phone and when he was, Dean's eyebrow flickered upwards at the information. "Now that you mention it? Yeah, they were." He remembered Sam mentioning something about that on the phone earlier. "And lemme ask you something, these demons, how big are they?"
It would help for him to know what they were facing and if they ought to be wielding any heavy firepower, Dean had a few shotguns in his ensamble of weapons.
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Lindsey smirked a bit. "however, their hands are more claw shaped. They usually wear gloves to cover that on this plane. And they have a second row of teeth, which allows them to break bone when eating their victims."
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Average size was about six feet? Good thing both him and Sam were that and more, least the demons didn't have a height advantage. "So lemme ask you something, Lindsey. Call it a morbid curiosity, whatever you wanna call it. Why do you do what you do? Work for Wolfram and Hart?"
He had his phone out and was currently texting the information to Sam. The brothers had always been good at keeping one another in the loop.
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