All Right Now

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There were a few hours left before his set at the Willows Room, so what better way to prepare than to play music

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[weary_head]

"Aw, honey," said Dean with a grin as he turned the last corner on the path towards home, flicking a speck of dirt from his scrubs. Once it was safe to wear them home, Dean had quickly discovered they were just as comfortable outside the clinic as in it. In fact, if he could get away with sleeping in them, he probably would.

"You didn't have to serenade me just 'cause I'm home early."

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Jesus Christ, Dean and those scrubs. If Roger didn't know any better, he'd assume he bathed in them.

"Are you ever gonna wash those things?" Roger asked, playing a quick riff of Black Dog for Dean's sake. And maybe for Black Dog's, who had padded by looking stupid and giant as ever mere moments ago. "Because you're starting to smell." And if he wanted a serenade, that's what he'd get, Roger thought as he played the opening chords to "I Just Wanna Make Love to You."

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"I wash'em every day!" Dean grunted, adding an insolent waggle of his hips for Roger's riff. "I sweat a lot, is all. It's how I know I'm a man."

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Roger had to laugh at loud at what Dean called dancing. After being with Brian Kinney, the club queen of the century, straight boy finger dancing seemed lackluster, but endlessly amusing.

"I thought that was how you knew you eat too much pie," Roger quipped.

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"No such thing," said Dean. He came to a halt in front of Roger and kicked his boot. "You eat yet?" he asked, scratching idly at his belly.

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The man only thought about music, sex, and food, and that was something Roger happily got behind.

"Not yet," he admitted, chewing at his lip. He kept meaning to try the Winchester but after what had happened with Mamet, he was feeling too useless to go in there. "What are we eating?" He got up, wiping off his ass and going to deposit his guitar and amp into his hut.

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"Whatever you made me, bitch." Stretching both arms over his head with a grin, Dean looked in the direction of the path. "Compound or the Winchester'll have something."

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"You don't want me making you shit, cockjob," Roger said, kicking his boot. "All I can make is coffee, and even that's a little questionable." At the suggestion of the Winchester, Roger visibly tensed and he tried to shrug it off. "Naw, man, let's do Compound." It was far as fuck but there was less of a chance Mamet was there.

[weary_head]

"What?" Dean had made to go inside and change out of the scrubs lest Roger make fun of him some more, but now he paused. "You get a bad veggie burger at the Winchester or something?"

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Lying was not Roger's forte, nor was embellishing the truth (which didn't mean he didn't attempt it quite a bit), so when he scuffed his foot over the sand, he probably didn't make a good case for himself.

"Naw, man, I just wanna see what's in the kitchen," he said to the floor.

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"Right." Dean took the few steps necessary to bring him to Roger's side and folded his arms. "'cause that food's so much more intriguing. What's up with you?"

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"Nothing, man," Roger drawled, kicking the sand again. "I just... blew my chances with someone on the Winchester opening night. Can we just get food? I actually want to eat right now and I don't want you nagging me when the time passes."

[weary_head]

"Wait a minute, you met somebody?" Dean's arms fell back to his sides. "What kind of somebody? When were you gonna tell me?" Not that Dean was privy to Roger's every thought or should be, and not that Sam hadn't kept this kind of thing close, himself, but Dean was still a little affronted that he hadn't known.

"What's he like? Is he a he?"

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"As soon as I was done braiding you hair," Roger retorted, giving him a sort of dude, chill-ish look. He dropped the 'tude, though, and looked over at Dean. "Kinda. We were.... just kinda hanging out. But he doesn't know... about my... baggage." He emphasized the word to eliminate confusion. "It doesn't matter. It's over, anyway."

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"Doesn't sound like it's even started," Dean grunted, "how can it be over?" He took hold of Roger's shoulder and tugged, starting them both on the path. "Who is it, anyway? Do I know'em?"

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"I guess not," Roger said, sighing. "He. His name's Mamet." He was pretty sure Dean knew Mamet, from the building crew if nothing else. He'd been talking to people about it and he had a feeling that would be his first of many fatal mistakes.