In the hotel that rock built. [Open]

[chosenfreedom]

Characters: Dean Winchester, anyone
Time: Afternoon
Location: Hard Rock Hotel lobby
Content: Getting settled in the new place, and figuring where the hell to go or do now.
Format: Prose, multiple threads welcome
Warnings: Winchester alert for innuendo, crudeness, language.

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[godofcologne]

The Hard Rock was a familiar, comfortable place for Thomas by now, but today as he headed out of the lobby, there was a distinct edge of the furtive about him. He waited a full minute before stepping out of the elevator, and he looked behind him often, as if expecting someone to materialize.

He stopped short at the sight of Dean, then checked behind him again. His coast was clear, at least for the moment. He arched an eyebrow at the afternoon sky visible outside the bank of windows, and back at Dean. "Of all the gin joints in all the hotels in this town, you walk into mine," he drawled. "Who'd I piss off in a past life?"

[chosenfreedom]

Dean gave him a wide smirk, "Well hi-diddly-oh, neighbor." And he punctuated that quote with another shot.

"You think you need to go to a past life to find people you've pissed off?"

[godofcologne]

That made Thomas laugh, until the motion set a jolt of pain shooting through his chest, cutting him off prematurely. The gunshot wound was healing far far slower than he'd had expected, and he hadn't dared borrowing more of the Hunger's strength to speed the process, not with what had happened the last few times he'd tried.

"People I piss off in this life tend to shoot me instead of plaguing me with the drunk and homeless," he replied, returning Dean's smirk with one of his own.

[chosenfreedom]

He saw something on the network about people losing powers. Just leveled the playing field in his opinion.

"Ain't homeless. We found a new room to crash in for ourselves." He wasn't going to comment on the drunk part. Other than it was too early for him to get there.

[godofcologne]

As far as Thomas was concerned, the playing field had been just fine without being leveled. He liked having the edge. And he was selfish.

That all went unsaid, of course, and all Thomas did was arch an eyebrow in response. "Oh yeah? Should I feel sorry for your neighbors now or wait a day?"

[chosenfreedom]

Dean widened the smirk, "You tell me, seeing how you're one of them now. Got no complaints yet."

[godofcologne]

He'd been checking his shoulder again for Justine when Dean spoke, and Thomas turned back quickly at the response. There was a split second of silence, as if words had failed him (or that he was simply looking for the right one), before Thomas sighed. He could just imagine the amount of fuss Justine was going to raise about him setting foot outside any door if she found out Sam would actually be around to help carry out any threat she could make.

That, however, wasn't something Dean needed to know. Instead, a slow grin spread over Thomas' face as his eyes seemed to dance with wicked humour. "I'll keep that in mind when I'm entertaining."

[chosenfreedom]

He still didn't know all the details going on with Justine. Other than the chick had taken to sending him staring images all the freaking time now.

"Yeah, Sparkles, just remember it's that much easier to knock down your door again." And Dean knows where you live, Thomas.

[godofcologne]

Nobody knew all the details when it came to Justine, not even Harry. Justine was the one thing that mattered enough to Thomas that he guarded everything about her with a jealousy that the Pentagon would have envied.

"I replaced that old thing ages ago," he replied carelessly. "With something even I can't break down, so do your best, princess."

Justine was worth that.

[chosenfreedom]

"Careful, I'll consider that a fun challenge," Dean remarked as he had another drink.

[godofcologne]

"Now you've gone and ruined the surprise."

Thomas sidled up to the bar and leaned his back against it. It wasn't because the simple act of sneaking out of his room walking down to the lobby had tired him, but having the bar behind him meant Justine was much less likely to sneak up on him and haul him back upstairs. He gestured to the bottle Dean'd poured from. "Got enough to share with the rest of the class, sweetheart?"

[chosenfreedom]

Dean turned the bottle over only for a few remaining drops to slide out of the glass rim.

"Aw, looks like I'm out, Eddie. Have to grab your own."

[godofcologne]

Thomas snorted, the sound turning into a half-swallowed hiss when the motion made dull pain radiate from his wound. "Sounds more like your idea of a good time," he drawled, his eyes lingering over Dean. "I like company."

[chosenfreedom]

Dean frowned at that, and he briefly felt concern at the hiss of pain. He started to say something back about the comment, and then went to grab a few more bottles. Got decidedly creepier around here lately, and too quiet.
He slammed one of the bottles down in front of Thomas.

"Merry Christmas, Happy Easter," he gruffly remarked before sliding back into his seat.

[godofcologne]

"You forgot St. Patrick's Day," came the irritatingly smug answer. If Thomas had noticed Dean's frown, he didn't let on, instead picking up the bottle and holding it up to the light. After a moment of examination, he twisted off the top and knocked back a healthy portion of the amber liquid.

Thomas tried to ignore the fact that it was his first drink but the alcohol burned pleasantly warm all the way down. Normally it'd take a couple of bottles before that started happening. "Thanks."

He meant it for more than just the bottle, for the fact that Dean had been able to pull the trigger when the sorceress' pull had caught his demon. But like hell Thomas was going to say as much. Best to let the other man assume it was for nothing more than liquor.

[chosenfreedom]

"That too, and you're welcome," Dean replied before having another drink. Part of him suspected it was more than just the drink.

"Still don't like you," he added. He's sort of accepted him, but he doesn't forgive anything happening to his brother.