CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // UNDERAGE Prompts Post // December 1-15 //

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Fill: Dean/Jo - Another Blonde, Another Bar (2/?)

[agirlnamedtruth]

“No problem.” He gave her another smile as an attempt to put her back at ease. He took a card out of his wallet at random, it didn’t matter which one, they were all fake.

“Thank you,” she said as she took it, glancing up with a curious, almost amused look in her eyes. “Detective?”

“Yep.” Dean nodded, kicking himself for not checking it in case she expected him to elaborate with a name to go with the rank.

She nodded to herself and handed back the card. “Are you with the local Sheriff’s Department?” She asked as she turned, reaching down into a low fridge to get his beer.

“Uh...no, I’m a specialist. Between cases,” he said, averting his eyes from her ass as she looked back at him over his shoulder.

“Oh yeah? What do you specialize in?”

Dean took a second to scan the I.D he’d given her, just to make sure he wasn’t going to contradict what it said. It also helped that now he had a name to give her if she asked.

“Gruesome deaths,” he said with a bitter laugh, he wasn’t exactly lying there.

“Oh, really? That must be difficult, intense.” She straightened up and twisted the cap off the beer bottle with her palm. An impressive trick for a petite girl, a trick that had taken him a fair few broken bottles and sore hands to master.

“Yeah, well, I’m a tough guy, I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can. Tell me, detective, do you hunt?”

“What, deer and stuff? No, not my thing.” Dean noticed a shadow pass over her face, like she was studying him, looking for something and for a second; he was worried she knew what he really did. Or perhaps she was some demon or fanger, looking for revenge. She brought her hand up to her neck, toying absently with a silver crucifix like she was reading his mind.

“Huh, you look the type.” She dropped the hand and held it out to him. “Two twenty five.”

He took out a five and dropped it in her hand. “And one for yourself.”

“I would love to but I can’t be drinking ‘em as I’m serving ‘em.” She turned towards a till, ringing up just the one beer.

“What about after?”

“I’m closing up tonight.”

“After that?”

“Can’t drink in a closed bar.”

“You can if you’re on the inside.”

“You don’t quit, do you?” she laughed, slipped the change into her apron and started towards the other end of the bar. “I’ll think about it.”

-x-

Jo ran a cloth over the bar, wiping away a nights worth of split drinks and ring marks. It was winding down now, the casual drinkers had gone home and the drunks had been chucked out. Only the few with nowhere better to go were still nursing drinks. And the supposed detective was one of them.

She knew he was a hunter; he had it written all over him, just like every other hunter that walked into the place. She’d been more confused about why he’d pulled the fake name and the pretend cop act with her. Perhaps he didn’t know their rep.

Jo smiled to herself, glancing up at him again. If he didn’t know about the Roadhouse, maybe he didn’t know about her, maybe he didn’t know about her mother and her strict rules. That would be good. Every local boy was too scared to give her the time of day because of her mom. And the ones that weren’t scared of her mother were scared of jail time.

But this one, he was from out of town and he’d been awfully keen on buying her a drink. Maybe he hoped it’d get her out of her pants. Maybe it would. He didn’t need to know she was just a little shy of seventeen with a mom that would geld him for so much as looking at her too intently.

“I’m heading up now, you’ll be ok?” Ellen asked, her voice close to Jo’s ear, making her jump guiltily.

“I’ve closed a hundred times, I’ll be fine,” Jo turned to kiss her mother goodnight. “Besides, anyone tries anything; I’ll kick their ass so fast they’ll see little birds.”

“Alright, night.”

-x-