everybody I know seems to know me well.

[thehandsomeone]

Dean is in his and Sam's room at the Conrad, waiting for Sam to get back and freaking out. It's a really quiet kind of freaking out that Dean wouldn't admit to, but, hey. He just got accosted in a diner by some guy who seemed to know an awful lot of his and Sam's history. Who had magic powers and didn't seem to like him or Sam very much. He's

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[wegotwork]

Sam's working an afternoon shift at the bar, which is evidenced by the way he comes in smelling like one too many beers even though he hasn't had a sip of a single one.

He walks into their room like normal, greets Dean like normal.

"Hey."

[thehandsomeone]

Dean's sitting at the kitchen table by now, picking at the crust of some pretty ancient-looking pizza. He glances up when Sam comes in, nods at him like normal.

Then he says casually, carefully, definitely keeping an eye out for a reaction, "So, the Trickster's in town. Says hi."

[wegotwork]

Sam might be smelling like beer, but that doesn't mean he isn't in the mood for one himself.

He stills, halfway bent over towards the open door of the fridge, his hand freezing inches from a chilling bottle.

"What did you just say?"

His voice is thin, his shoulders tensing.

[thehandsomeone]

"You heard me."

Dean isn't trying to sound angry, or anything, but it's not every day some stranger sits down in his booth and seems to know everything about him - even in Chicago.

He stands up, heads toward the kitchen himself. "I was in the diner. Some... guy, just pops up out of nowhere. Literally. Said he knew you. Knew us."

He pauses, his eyes still on Sam. Then, "Somethin' you wanna tell me?"

[doneanddoner]

Fred makes a mad dash for the coffee shop as soon as she sees the sign.

She's been out without gloves on - or a hat, for that matter - which explains why her cheeks are pink, her glasses are slightly fogged, and she's rubbing her hands together the moment she ducks inside.

[afraidofxena]

Gunn's at the counter by now, buying another drink. Living in LA all his life, not to mention being dirt poor most of the time, didn't really give him a lot of opportunities to appreciate things like hot cocoa.

He hands the barista his money, then turns and sees Fred. "Hey," he greets her, smiling a little. Then, noticing her bare hands and head, he teases, "Man, I thought I was unprepared for this kind of weather."

[doneanddoner]

"Always nice to see a familiar face," she murmurs, reaching up to polish her glasses on the sleeve of her coat.

"Well, you seem to have found a pretty handy way of warmin' up."

[afraidofxena]

"Best damn hot chocolate in the city," Gunn says. "Or, I guess it might be. First I've ever really had, but it's good."

He thanks the barista for his drink, then turns back to Fred. "You been okay?"