Who: Dean, Ben, maybe Sam and Buffy later?
What: The shit your pants type of surprises.
Where: Buffy's place if residence.
When: We'll say mid-afternoon just after lunch?
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of conception? MENTIONS OF FORNICATION.
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a good excuse to be a bad influence on you. )
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The poor lady found herself confronted by a very angry Ben who was shooting his mouth off, before running his legs off in the opposite direction when he saw security headed his way ( ... )
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"...What?" He had such eloquence, but really, this kid was off the map from where he should've been. "Mind telling me why you're here little man? While you're at... where's your mom?"
Yes, this is Dean glancing out of the door looking for Lisa.
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At Dean's glancing, he followed lead and looked around the same, knowing that who Dean was looking for wasn't there and wasn't going to materialize. "Mom's not here." He told him honestly. "She's back home. I came on my own." There was pride in his voice for achieving such a task. All other kids would have screamed for the bus to stop once it started rolling from the depot, followed by crying all the way back home. But Ben was no bitch. He saw this through and would keep on until the end.
"You should let me in. My legs are killin me, man. I've been walking around this orange tan infested town for two hours." He couldn't help but shudder at the images of the orange chicks, he had seen. They were definitely not hot.
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"So, you wanna tell me what brought you to New Jersey or am I about to get arrested for kidnapping?"
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