Now I lay me down to sleep...

[a_righteous_man]

Dean rose up from Sam's computer, reaching into his pocket and producing a burlap bag and setting it onto the table. "I'll be back." He offered a smile to both his brother and Xander and wondered through the diner on his way to the back. If memory served him right, the men's room would be just far enough away outside of the range of the hex bags

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[ancient_immie]

Lorne looked at Reggie as she just told him why Dean was asking for his number. "Pumpkin, you know that this is bad news. This kid's been fed blood on a regular basis." he sighed. "Him going cold turkey is just going to kill him. It would be for the best, but I don't think the Powers will just let that go." he flashed her a grin. "I'm not going to be enabling the kid, just ween him off slowly." he fished his phone out.

"Lorne," Reggie took a seat. "I think that's what Dean had in mind for Sam."

"I know." he grinned. "That kid sings Metallica when he's nervous." he paused plugging the number in his phone. "Oh sweet Jesus those kids just left." he shook his head. "Dean," he perked up. "Its Lorne, Reggie said that you wanted to talk about an arragenment?"

[a_righteous_man]

(ooc: This is not a conversation Dean wants in the car...I'm going to just push it back to in the diner...and he is knocked out for Anna's jump into the main rpg...so I'm setting this before he goes off on Zach's radar.)

Dean paused on his way to the restroom, standing back and fishing out his phone. He opened it up and brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Dean. Its Lorne, Reggie said that you wanted to talk about an arragenment?"

Dean swallowed, his resolved wilting. "Ugh, Hi...um...Lorne. Yeah. I..." He took a deep breath. You can do this. You can talk to this guy. He's two states away...your doing it for Sammy.

"Um...Lorne, I was wondering if you had connections...um...I don't know what Reggie's told you but I need to get my hands on some demon blood for my brother." Dean felt a little of his nerves come back to him, reinfored by boiling anger. He wouldn't be doing this if Sam hadn't been so stupid. "I'm trying to break him of the stuff...so I don't need a lot...just enough to keep the withdrawls undercontrol."

[ancient_immie]

((OOC: And here I almost put that in the previous post. D'oh!))

"You and I are on the same page Handsome." he smirked. "I think it can be arranged. It might be best coming from me right now. Seeing as how your brother has been having visions previously." Lorne sighed. "I'm not sure how I'm going to get it to you. I think I might know someone who can get me there." he grinned thinking of the favors Angel owed him. "I'll arrange for the other crew a flight out to Coloardo, I'll see if I can't skip over to your neck of the woods."

[a_righteous_man]

(ooc: You just want to make Dean squirm!!)

Dean grimaced. A demon just called him handsome. God this was a terrible idea, talking to one. He rubbed at his brow, pulling off a sheen of sweat. "Um..." He choked on a nervous laugh. "I don't want to trouble you. I'm pretty sure you could just...um...mail to us. To our hotel." He offered.

"Besides..." Dean grinned just a little, this might get him out of having another physical encounter. "With the angels on our ass, I wouldn't want you to run the risk of getting smited."

[zesty_slayer]

(OOC: Smited? Smoted? Dare we say...smitten?

Your Dean is rocking my socks off. Also, Immie - big ups on Lorne. I've always loved him...)

ooc

[a_righteous_man]

Why thank you. And there are times I feel I'm screwing him up!!!

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[zesty_slayer]

Eh - I'm always worried about Faith and Jo sounding too alike and letting them bleed into each other.

One of the great strengths of the show, and a boon to players and fic writers, is how guarded the boys are - even with each other. I think you've got some wiggle room with what actually goes on in Dean's head. Besides, you've been spot on with the stuff Dean would have a FIT about. Souled vamps indeed....

[ancient_immie]

"That would be more cost effective. Plus I really don't think being smote will help any of us." Lorne smirked. "I know that this is hard on you both. Sam will get through this." he idly played with the fringe of the scarf.

((OOC: Thanks for the complement. I'm worried about not hitting Lorne.))

[a_righteous_man]

Dean held back a sigh of relief. He could take small miracles where he could get them. "Awesome." He steeled his will and opened up a crumpled paper he had used earlier to give Amelia Novak the hotel name and address in Lawrence.

He recited the address to Lorne. "I'm not looking for a lot. Just enough to keep Sam's head in the game. I hate looking for a demonic red cross, but I got no choice right now." Dean leaned against the wall in the hall and sighed. "So we good? Do...do I owe you anything?" He asked tentatively.

God, don't ask for my soul. Because I'm going to give it to you it you ask at this point. Dean thought miserably.

[ancient_immie]

Lorne took the address down and double checked it. "I understand. I don't like it anymore that you do sugar but what's got to be done has to be done." he smirked. "As for owing me," he grinned. "The only thing that you have to owe me sweethceeks, is a song." he chuckled.

[a_righteous_man]

A song? This guy's gotta be kidding. Dean thought.

"Um. Alright." He replied. "Hope you like bad rock songs. I'll pay up when we get back to L.A."

Dean paused for a moment, considering his words before finally finishing. "Hey, Lorne. Sorry I...I freaked out when we met. Don't take it personal. You...you sound like an alright de--I'm mean guy." Dean swallowed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He sounded like a dope, again.

He cleared his throat and maned back up. "Anyway, hehem, thanks. You're doing us a big favor. Thank you."

[ancient_immie]

"Hope you like bad rock songs. I'll pay up when we get back to L.A."

"Honey, I've heard the dullest rendition of Mandy that could ever be done. I'm sure you're not that bad." he smirked.

"Hey, Lorne. Sorry I...I freaked out when we met. Don't take it personal. You...you sound like an alright de--I'm mean guy."

"Thanks kid, coming from you that means a lot." he smiled, it had been a while since anyone had complemented him. It was nice to be called "guy" even with the slip.

"Anyway, hehem, thanks. You're doing us a big favor. Thank you."

"You're welcome. You three take care." he sighed before haning up.

[a_righteous_man]

"You're welcome. You three take care." he sighed before hanging up.

"See ya around." Dean hung up. He looked at his phone for a minute, adding the number on record into his phonebook and shook out his nerves.

"That wasn't so hard." He kidded himself and proceeded to the men's room.