[For Dean Winchester] "Approach My trusty jackal's nose"

[death_dawg]

Arriving here is the closest thing to arriving in what would become Cairo, Illinois that Jacquel has experienced in the millenia he's seen: it is an odd experience, to say the least, but he's adapting. It's how he's lasted all these years and he's ready to adapt to this place as well: death might not hold any grip here, but one never knows when his

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[surfaceshine]

Peace isn't something Dean is really aware of how to obtain; or more accurately, not something he's aware of how to maintain. Everyone and their brother (no, literally) seems to have it out for him and his, so nothing lasts long. That's why he's working so hard, at this moment, to ignore the familiar but as of yet distant, internal feel of nerves splintering, trying to get back to the calm balance he'd found during the afternoon napping in their room. Restlessness is how it starts. He knows how it ends.

So that's why he's coming around to the door Jacquel is lounging beside from the outside, having decided that outside isn't doing him much good on the wandering front. It's the feel of the stranger - familiar, not necessarily good but contrasting with not necessarily bad - that stops him, though Dean completely misses it on the conscious level in amongst everything else. He only knows that it stopped him long enough to tilt a nod.

"Hey. I think your tan's done." Humor is always his first stop. Well. Mostly.

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[death_dawg]

The dark gent looks up at him, grinning a bit, and there's something about it that suggests the easy friendliness of a dog. "Been done for quite a while: the sun doesn't really affect me much," he says, dryly. He glances at the bottles next to him. "Care for one? It's not as good as the way they made it where I come from, but it's fair enough."

[surfaceshine]

Dean used to like dogs a great deal more. However, friendliness is always appreciated (and regarded with wary, vague suspicion, but he can and will keep that to himself for now), and the beer will be at least as welcome if not moreso.

"Handy, that." He means the sun thing; the other is a foregone conclusion as Dean moves within range, already a bit too intent on the idea of accepting Jacquel's offer. "Sure, if you don't mind. I ain't one to come between a man and his beer."

[death_dawg]

"Not in the least: help yourself. Brought it out in case I had any company," he says. "I'm Jacquel."