Interview
Who: Dean Winchester, Gul Dukat, Castiel, Anna Milton, and Spike
Where: The game room, billards side
When: Backdated to about a week after this thread about the body on the steps
What: Dukat, Dean and the Angels drop in to have a friendly game of pool with Spike and pump him for info on vampires.
Dean glared at the cooler of beer.
He knew it was going to be a pain in the neck carrying it to wherever the pool hall was, hopefully close...but the hunter was sure the managers of the hotel prison took some perverse delight in the fact he was in agonizing pain every time he inhaled or exhaled. He had cut himself off the painkillers, since this meet up required one to be clear headed and alert. He sorely wished he hadn't.
He glowered at the barkeep, who paid him in return no mind as he washed glasses.
"You all suck." The hunter groused and reached for the cooler's handles. He contemplated for a minute hunting down the alien wearing the boots that matched the bruises on his chest to make him carry it instead. But things were strained enough between the human and the Cardassian that he didn't dare risk giving Dukat an actual reason to shoot him...again.
Dean took a few short breaths, preparing himself for the punishment his ribs where about to dish out and lifted the cooler with a wheeze and a grunt. He paused with the full box on his hip, adjusting to this new form of self inflected torture and then began walking for the exit, his jaw set tight.
He hoped the pool room was close and that maybe some helpful bystander would be along shortly.
Where: The game room, billards side
When: Backdated to about a week after this thread about the body on the steps
What: Dukat, Dean and the Angels drop in to have a friendly game of pool with Spike and pump him for info on vampires.
Dean glared at the cooler of beer.
He knew it was going to be a pain in the neck carrying it to wherever the pool hall was, hopefully close...but the hunter was sure the managers of the hotel prison took some perverse delight in the fact he was in agonizing pain every time he inhaled or exhaled. He had cut himself off the painkillers, since this meet up required one to be clear headed and alert. He sorely wished he hadn't.
He glowered at the barkeep, who paid him in return no mind as he washed glasses.
"You all suck." The hunter groused and reached for the cooler's handles. He contemplated for a minute hunting down the alien wearing the boots that matched the bruises on his chest to make him carry it instead. But things were strained enough between the human and the Cardassian that he didn't dare risk giving Dukat an actual reason to shoot him...again.
Dean took a few short breaths, preparing himself for the punishment his ribs where about to dish out and lifted the cooler with a wheeze and a grunt. He paused with the full box on his hip, adjusting to this new form of self inflected torture and then began walking for the exit, his jaw set tight.
He hoped the pool room was close and that maybe some helpful bystander would be along shortly.