[So... Dean's sat, absent-mindedly staring out into space, in the park, near where he and Willow had talked the other day. He had a half drunk bottle of beer in one hand, and plenty more close by
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[Willow was running back from the cafeteria. She'd gone over for a few bottles of water and something light to eat. Cause really? She wasn't ready for something full on.
She looked out over the park. And saw Dean. She stopped. He didn't look good. So she walked over the wet grass towards him.]
Stealing my schtick are we? [She said softly and warmly, sitting near him on the bench. Not too close, but close enough to show him she was there to be there for him.]
[She smiled at him, and didn't pressure him to talk. At least not yet. She started to play with the fastening on her jacket sleeve. What was it that Spike used to say? IT might be up Dean's ally. They were... in the realm of similar.]
You should pay me royalties for that one. [She said turning to him with a warming smile. If you wanted to pretend nothing was wrong, you can pretend. For now.]
[He's been looking for you, Dean, and because he was an idiot and hid you from all angels' sight, it's taken him a day or so. (Which, in truth, might be because he didn't look all that hard.)
He comes to stand behind -- and just to the side -- of Dean and... says nothing.
Ever the word smith. [He passes a beer to Cas as he said it.
What had happened to sitting alone with a cold one, thinking and drinking until he passed out, felt happier... or couldn't feel at all? though, he'd brough the wrong drink for the last option.
He drinks a good half of what's in the bottle, before sighing and running an errant hand though his hair.]
...I'm sorry for the other day. It wasn't fair of me to drop that on you.
[So says the ninja leaning nearby, looking -- if not overtly miserable - at least irritated in the extreme with SAMM and his various displays. Especially those dressed-up robots.]
[After all that emotional roller-coaster with Wilow, he finally got to sniff out his neighbor. When he found him brooding at the park he heaved a sigh and hopped over the bench to land beside him.]
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She looked out over the park. And saw Dean. She stopped. He didn't look good. So she walked over the wet grass towards him.]
Stealing my schtick are we? [She said softly and warmly, sitting near him on the bench. Not too close, but close enough to show him she was there to be there for him.]
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Hi, Willow. [and a hand runs through his hair. He sighs, before lifing the bottle and downing a good half of what's left in the bottle.]
Totally stealing it. [or not. after all, it wasn't exactly a dead girlfriend he was grieving over.
He'd hoped to just... sit alone for a few minutes, drinking beer until he passed out or felt happier.
Either was fine.]
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You should pay me royalties for that one. [She said turning to him with a warming smile. If you wanted to pretend nothing was wrong, you can pretend. For now.]
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He comes to stand behind -- and just to the side -- of Dean and... says nothing.
You look as bad as he felt a few days ago.]
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Of course.
Yet another thing he'd screwed the pooch on.
When he spoke, it might be a little harsher than he intended.]
If you're here to chew me out, Cas, just go.
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What had happened to sitting alone with a cold one, thinking and drinking until he passed out, felt happier... or couldn't feel at all? though, he'd brough the wrong drink for the last option.
He drinks a good half of what's in the bottle, before sighing and running an errant hand though his hair.]
...I'm sorry for the other day. It wasn't fair of me to drop that on you.
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[So says the ninja leaning nearby, looking -- if not overtly miserable - at least irritated in the extreme with SAMM and his various displays. Especially those dressed-up robots.]
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He holds up a beer to him] Drink?
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[He accepts the beer, not hesitating to tug down the mask to take a swig. It kind of makes one wonder what the purpose of the mask is.]
[After a moment to appreciate, he jerks his head in the direction of a Cupidbot.]
Did they have this holiday, where you came from?
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Oh... god... trauma.]
What about you?
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She was suprised to see Dean here though, and looking kinda...off...]
...Mr.Dean?
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He smiled at her, pushing those bad feelings into their box. With the help of beer, of course.] How can I help?
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[She seemed so unsure when she said that, but she then quickly explains herself.]
I-I mean you just look upset and all.
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Just came out for a quiet beer, that's all.
Pull up a seat if you want, there's plenty here. [He smiled at her.]
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Cheer up, Emo kid. What's got you moody now?
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Come on, man. You're a crappy liar so spill it.
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It is nothing. I just got to thinking. [He lifted the bottle and drained half of what was left.] it happens occasionally.
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