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Who: Dean and Sam Winchester, maybe a nerdy angel
When: Evening, right after Dean leaves Buffy's
Where: Downtowner Motel
What: Dean returns to feed Sammy with squished Doublemeat awesomeness, a soggy salad, and gossip about the cutest chick in town. Who may or may not be an evil demon they'll have to kill

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Sam was just about to head for the door when Dean finally busted through, looking clearly a little too excited about something. Sam had no idea what Dean could have already gotten himself into at this point since they'd been in town for all of five seconds, but he'd done something. Sam placed his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders, watching Dean with curiosity.

"I was just going to go outside. Get some fresh air. Maybe find some place to eat since the place you waited was obviously somewhere outside of Sunnydale."

He was a little cranky with Dean at the moment, but seriously. All he was supposed to do was pick up some food and bring it back. Not that difficult.

"Good explanation, huh?"

Sam gave Dean blank look, not at all irritated that he had been sitting at the computer doing all the research, as usual.

"So what's her name, Dean? Or did you bother with that this time?"

He went and stared at the smushed content on the table and shook his head with a laugh.

"And who did you have to fight to get this? Remind me to stay away from that place."

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Dean continued to sift through the bag, not looking up until he had the neatly packed gay little salad in his hand. He held it out a moment, while he glanced to Sam with a look of mock hurt. "Dude," he began, before suppressing a scoff, as if he even had a right to be offended here, "Come on."

Even though Sam's accusations were pretty much hitting the nail on the head with a damn sledgehammer, that didn't mean he had any right to go making them in the first place. Dean wasn't the one who had chosen a demon over his own flesh and blood, and all. Low blow, most definitely, but that didn't make it any less true.

He slid the salad in front of his brother, and then took a seat across from him, peering into the bag before hesitantly pulling out a smushed lump that was the Doublemeat Medley he had ordered with extra bacon. Sure it was cold by now, but he wasn't too picky about these things. It still smelled amazing.

"And her name was Buffy, by the way," he oh so casually threw out there, as he peered with intense focus into the bag for a packet of ketchup. "And she was the one who did the fighting."

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Sam stared at the salad in Dean's hand, pondering over how much of the "salad" in the plastic container was actually healthy, considering it came from a restaurant called Doublemeat Palace. He weighed the pros and cons of consuming the leafy green stuff, ultimately making the choice to eat it because he was just that hungry...and figured maybe he'd score some good boy points with Dean if he ate it. Life was all about sacrifice. Without any sort of complaint or even putting up the puppy face, Sam took the salad and opened it.

He had no idea how Dean was able to eat that crap in the bag, especially since it looked like someone sat on it. His brother was honestly the most disgusting person he'd ever met, and he wished Dean would eat something a little healthier every now and then. It wouldn't kill him. That smashed hamburger oozing with grease would. Clogged arteries were no laughing matter.

Sam picked up a fork and was just about to take a bite of his meal when Dean spilled the info on the girl.

"Buffy? Seriously, dude? BUFFY?" Sam stared back down at the smushed bag, shaking his head. What kind of name was Buffy? Was this another Starla? That couldn't seriously be her name. "What'd she do? Kick your ass for laying on too much of that Winchester charm you claim to have?" He grinned then, placing the fork in his mouth, chuckling quietly.

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Dean paused in his careful application of ketchup to the mushed clump of deliciousness he soon planned to devour with a disapproving frown. "What's wrong with a name like Buffy?" He actually was able to look quite serious, despite him thinking pretty much the same exact things Sam no doubt was now thinking himself.

"But that's half right. She kicked ass, just not mine....and..." Dean paused, biting at the corner of his lip before breaking into an all too telling smirk. "I'm pretty sure she wanted to have the Winchester charm laid all over her, but y'know-- her kid sister had to go and come home."

With that, Dean leaned back in his chair, brought the mushed sandwich up to his lips. As soon as he had shoved a large bite into his mouth, his eyes rolled shut, as he moaned out a "Mm!" Who thought that two types of meat, topped with even MORE meat, the bacon, would be able to make him be this happy...?

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Sam chuckled, shaking his head once as he took a bite of his questionable salad and mumbled almost too quietly, "What isn't wrong with a name like Buffy?"

He stared as his older brother described what the girl had done, his eyebrows raising in confusion. "She did the ass kicking? Were you scared or something? I don't understand." Then he scrunched his nose. "Dean, you really are full of yourself. I'm sure you're exaggerating about what she wanted from you. She's probably safe since the kid sis came home." He really was trying to be repentant and all that for what he'd done to his brother, but the lack of food had him starving and cranky.

He took another bite of his so-called salad, his face bitching up when Dean dug into the smashed up hamburger, almost dropping his fork in disgust. "You really are disgusting, dude."

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Since Dean's mouth was still full, he pretended not to hear Sam still going on about the girl's name. Dean could think of at least a dozen names that woulda been way worse, most of which ended in an i (the little dot of which would almost always be written with a heart). Candi, Bambi, Sammi-heh.

Dean swallowed, and resisted the temptation to bring his lips right back down to the most delicious burger he had ever had. "Dude. Scared? C'mon," Dean was suddenly reeling back with a disgusted scowl, and most certainly not because of his freaking delicious dinner. "She did the ass kicking because she has freaking super powers! You think Jimmy Olsen is going to run into a fire when Super fucking man is already on the scene? Hell no!"

Dean was quick to glaze right over that little detail, the super powers bit, and go right into defending his sexual prowess. "Whatever dude, I know jealousy when I hear it." He raised his brows, giving Sam a nod as he beamed over at him with the smuggest grin he could manage. "Her apple pie was nice and warm, too," Dean gazed off into a random corner of the hotel room, recalling the way Buffy's kisses had retained just enough of the cinnamon from the pie.

He shook his head, quickly going back to reality, and back to what remained of his dinner, taking such a big bite out of the burger, it caused his cheeks to puff out as he chewed. "What?" he said, mouth still very full, yet somehow managing a look of indignation before giving Sam a dismissive wave, and continuing on with his feast. He made sure to chomp off an even larger chunk the next time around, just to prove to the little bitch that he could outdo his previous awesomeness.

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Sam took another bite of his tiny salad, not looking at his older brother, but not hiding the "bitch face" of annoyance either.

He'd apparently pushed a button with the scared comment and chuckled inwardly, preparing to take another bite of the "is this really a salad" salad, but stopped just as the fork prepared to pass his lips. Instead, he listened intently to Dean's story, closing his eyes and shaking his head at his brother's reference to the girl's pie.

Once his brother seemed lost in lust-filled pie heaven, which seemed to be featuring this girl who could kick ass, Sam cleared his throat. Loudly.

"So, you were rescued by a girl with superpowers. Now, granted, I don't have much room to be lecturing you here on this, but I think it's safe to say that I learned from my mistakes, dude. Are you sure this girl isn't a demon? This isn't the first time a girl with superpowers has conveniently come into the picture to save one of us when we were a bit outnumbered. I mean, has this thought not crossed your mind at all?"

He sat back in his chair, bitch face plastered on as he watched his brother eat the disgusting sandwich, knowing he could hear Dean's arteries clogging just from being near the burger. So gross. So very very gross.

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Dean blinked a few times, jolting himself upright, leaving the wind-machine aided imagery aside. "Yes. Super powers. Exactly," he nodded, pointing a finger to Sam, as if he had understood him completely, despite the look on his face.

The suggestion of her being a demon though, Dean wasn't so hot on. Because Dean Winchester did NOT make out with demons. Not that it had stopped Meg from doing so, but he was pretty sure the bitch had only kissed him as a means of torture.

He shook his head, flicking his eyes to the table. "She's not Ruby 2.0, Sammy. This girl-- her kisses, they tasted like apple pie," probably because she had just eaten apple pie, "And--" Dean's face fell, along with his attempt to ignore the feeling he'd had in his gut about Buffy the entire night. It had been easy to ignore that when he had more potent feelings come up-- further south, that is -- but now he was forced back into the mindset he had been raised into. Anything that wasn't human was something that needed to be hunted down. There were only a handful of times when they had found that not to be true. And Buffy being hot, and having some damn good baking skills under her apron (Holy crap, why was he picturing her wearing JUST an apron now?) were not valid reasons for him to think she was one of the few exceptions.

"It did," he finally conceded. "Of course, it did." He wanted to say that if angels were real, than maybe super heroes were real, too. He pushed the empty wrapper away from him, going silent, his brow furrowing tightly as he thought over what they would have to do next. "I have her phone number, and I know where she lives."

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Sam sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you're ruling out another demon because you don't want to admit you willingly made out with one...possibly. And you also have a phone number and an address, which is where you say she lives. Don't you think we should look into this a little more before you decide to start doing all the thinking with your other head?"

He was finished with the fake salad. Now he was interested in learning more about this girl that may or may not be an evil, manipulative demon.