Luke's, Friday

[lovemykilt]

Luke's had totally been open all day. Shut up. Priestly was even here the whole time, ready to man the stove if inspiration struck to try out some new dish

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly looked up with a grin. He pulled out a napkin to use as a bookmark and set his book aside. "Hey! You're back from the homefront! Or . . . something!" He tilted his head and looked around the diner. "And, uh. I dunno. Cookie's got something going, probably."

[lovemykilt]

"Between trying to make sure I won't die on your surprise running days or whatever the hell Dean talks me into, I damn well better have."

GRAVE DIGGING WAS HARD WORK, OKAY?

[blondecanary]

She'd still be processing Glacia stuff... probably all summer. But first steps: taken.

Another squeeze, and a laugh. "I like it. Even tighter hugs." She tilted her head to get a better look at his face. "So you were gonna tell me about that, and who was it you guys dug up, and what was with Dean leaving you somewhere O-M-G?"

[lovemykilt]

She'd probably be processing it a lot longer than that, really.

"So it turns out one way to get rid of ghosts is to dig their remains and burn them. Which is pretty much exactly as gross as it sounds." Priestly shook his head. "And he didn't actually ditch me. He went to buy bandaids. I got a little, uh. Scratched up."

My Tiny Equine bandaids, even. Priestly wore them with pride.

[blondecanary]

"Eeeew. Was it like a zombie movie? Or a mummy movie? Waaait a minute, you got banged up?"

Scratched up, Dinah. Keep up. She growled. "There are gonna be words if you guys get hurt doing this stuff..."

Hey, congrats, Dean. You're a friend now too.

"Especially you."

[lovemykilt]

"Uh huh. I'm helping a professional get rid of some creepy crawlies that like to nom on people." That wasn't the ghost's MO at all. "You're fighting a war. Guess who gets way more 'If you get hurt I'm going to be pissed' points, here?"

[blondecanary]

Dinah ducked her head with a wince. "Okaaay, point. Fair point... Although, just remember, Momoko has my back, and she's indestructible." That had to help, right?

"So how'd you get scratched? Did it throw you into something, or what?" Now she was trying to figure out ghost-tactics. "...our lives are weird."

[lovemykilt]

"Nah, it just, you know, scratched me."

Or tried to put its hand through his chest. Potato, potato.

[blondecanary]

Dinah gave him a weirded-out look. "They have fingernails?... hmmkay. So you guys got plans to do another one of these?"

[lovemykilt]

"I dunno, maybe. The gravedigging wasn't much fun, but you should have seen the look on Dean's face when he realized I was tweeting the whole thing."

Priestly liked having guy friends. Even ones who had older, way grouchier alternate world versions of his face.

[blondecanary]

"Was that even safe?" Dinah demanded, laughing and thwapping him at the same time. "I mean, I'm guessing it was during the grave-digging-- and hey, how did you guys not get caught, don't those places have watchmen?"

[lovemykilt]

"Proooobably not," Priestly admitted. "At least I didn't tweet and drive?"

Yeah, 'cause Dean would have let Priestly drive at all.

[blondecanary]

"Priestly!" Argh, boys. "You so better be more careful next time. Well, you learn from mistakes, so I know you will, but still... Hey, do you think, if I'm home one of the times you guys are doing this, that I could go along? Just to see?" Or help! She was okay with that!

[lovemykilt]

"You'd have to ask Dean. Or possibly Sam, but he was all scowly faced on Twitter about me going, so I don't know how into the idea he'd be."

[blondecanary]

"Oh, I can talk Sam around. He's my sorta-ex-husband, after all."

Yeah, right. Sam's Concerned Face was being aimed at you from New York City, Dinah.

"Anywho. We'll see how that goes... we're coming up on the end of the politics stuff. Karla almost has all the votes she needs. Then the hard part begins, so. No idea when the next time I get a break will be after this." Woe.

[lovemykilt]

"Hey, I helped him dye his hair once. That's a sacred bond." Doofus. "Wait, you mean the hard part hasn't happened yet?"