[Nano] Cryptique
Title: Cryptique 1/(2)?
Author missnegreenwood aka sagaluthien
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam (Winchester) Campbell, Dean Winchester
Theme: Theme Nanowrimo - table: nanowrimo
Prompt(s): #9 Race
Rating & Warning: NC-17, Au
Disclaimer: Everything is totally invented and I do not know or own the original characters from Supernatural. I have not written it for earn any money.
Author's Notes: None for the moment
Summary: Meeting of two odd people.
Dean had the coordination and the address John had sent him. It was something he had to look into, but he didn't know much about it. He drove down the street and as it was a Friday there were much people out and he saw it was one with bars, clubs and the people stood in cues to get in. To find a spot to park in wasn't easy and he had to get around twice before he came to the conclusion of park in another street. Walking back made it easier to find were the address went.
He had missed it, driving pass when it was a small side street. The place looked dark and more like a back street. There where garbage cans, cardboards, metal scrap and a lot of other things he didn't want to think off what it could be. It was less people and most of them seemed to disappear into one or two places. Checking the address he saw that one of the places was the one he would go to.
He entered and when his eyes had get used to the first room darkness he thought he had come to the wrong place, and in the next with more light he felt like he come to a different planet and another race. He was totally out of place.
~*~*~
Sam stood behind the bar drying some glass. The evening was still calm and he knew it would get busier an hour later. He greeted a few that used to come there as he looked around. Working in the bar was a good way to earn some extra money for financial his studies. He did like to work there as it was his typical place he felt home in.
He had turned around to pick up a few new glasses to dry, when he heard a guy trying to get his attention. He straightens and faced the guy. The new costumer looked to really have come to the wrong place, but he was handsome.
"Can I get a beer please." The guy ordered.
"Draught or bottle?" Sam asked seeing how the guy looked him over. He knew that he was tall and the guy was probably not used to see people dressed in goth.
"A bottle, what do you recommend?"
"Have you ever tasted Hobgoblin?"
"No, but if you recommend it I take one."
Sam went to the fridge and brought a bottle. He opened it and put it with a glass in front of the guy. He wondered what brought him there as the guy was dressed as a normal person.
The guy took a mouth of the beer and nodded that he liked it. Sam went back to his task to finish drying the glasses, though he kept his eyes at the guy if anyone would get bad thoughts about him being there.
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I'm sorry for the shortness. Time just run out and I had to post something. I will turn this out to a longer story.
Author missnegreenwood aka sagaluthien
Character(s)/Pairing: Sam (Winchester) Campbell, Dean Winchester
Theme: Theme Nanowrimo - table: nanowrimo
Prompt(s): #9 Race
Rating & Warning: NC-17, Au
Disclaimer: Everything is totally invented and I do not know or own the original characters from Supernatural. I have not written it for earn any money.
Author's Notes: None for the moment
Summary: Meeting of two odd people.
Dean had the coordination and the address John had sent him. It was something he had to look into, but he didn't know much about it. He drove down the street and as it was a Friday there were much people out and he saw it was one with bars, clubs and the people stood in cues to get in. To find a spot to park in wasn't easy and he had to get around twice before he came to the conclusion of park in another street. Walking back made it easier to find were the address went.
He had missed it, driving pass when it was a small side street. The place looked dark and more like a back street. There where garbage cans, cardboards, metal scrap and a lot of other things he didn't want to think off what it could be. It was less people and most of them seemed to disappear into one or two places. Checking the address he saw that one of the places was the one he would go to.
He entered and when his eyes had get used to the first room darkness he thought he had come to the wrong place, and in the next with more light he felt like he come to a different planet and another race. He was totally out of place.
~*~*~
Sam stood behind the bar drying some glass. The evening was still calm and he knew it would get busier an hour later. He greeted a few that used to come there as he looked around. Working in the bar was a good way to earn some extra money for financial his studies. He did like to work there as it was his typical place he felt home in.
He had turned around to pick up a few new glasses to dry, when he heard a guy trying to get his attention. He straightens and faced the guy. The new costumer looked to really have come to the wrong place, but he was handsome.
"Can I get a beer please." The guy ordered.
"Draught or bottle?" Sam asked seeing how the guy looked him over. He knew that he was tall and the guy was probably not used to see people dressed in goth.
"A bottle, what do you recommend?"
"Have you ever tasted Hobgoblin?"
"No, but if you recommend it I take one."
Sam went to the fridge and brought a bottle. He opened it and put it with a glass in front of the guy. He wondered what brought him there as the guy was dressed as a normal person.
The guy took a mouth of the beer and nodded that he liked it. Sam went back to his task to finish drying the glasses, though he kept his eyes at the guy if anyone would get bad thoughts about him being there.
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I'm sorry for the shortness. Time just run out and I had to post something. I will turn this out to a longer story.