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[hopeitsworthit]

There are days that it really ain't worth getting out of bed. Dean's kinda hoping tomorrow isn't gonna be one of those days, because today was pretty shitty.

Goddamn crazy-ass shapeshifters turning into movie monsters is no one's idea of a good time

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[thursdays_angel]

The good news is that Castiel is highly unlikely to register the mock-worthiness of Dean's outfit.

The bad news is....well, there's an angel in the bar.

Castiel had himself been relieved to duck into Milliways. Sometimes he worries that Zachariah will start to see the number of secrets he's been keeping.

For the moment, he only regards Dean from a distance. Their last conversation here hadn't gone that well.

[hopeitsworthit]

Great.

And he thought this day couldn't get any worse.

If he believed in God, he'd be cussing up a --

Strike that.

Though trying this hard not to look at the fucking angel in the trench coat is gonna start getting noticeable real soon.

[thursdays_angel]

There is little point in ignoring the man, however much Dean might wish it.

He has been chosen by God. He'll have to get used to Castiel's presence (in and out of Milliways) sooner or later.

"Good evening, Dean."

"You seem somewhat worse for wear."

[hopeitsworthit]

Invisibility would be a damn useful power right about now.

Tough shit.

Dean takes a deep breath. He can feel the tension headache already starting up.

"Keen eye there, Cas. Keen eye."

[jane_becomes]

Jane has finished dressing for the visit to Mrs. Radcliffe and is surprised to see Milliways in her London closet but walks through and then smiles at Dean,

"Are you voyaging through the Alps, Mister Winchester?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Shoot him now.

"Yeah, no."

Thank G --

Thank someone for that.

"No lonely goatherds for me."

And, you know. No non-lonely goatherds, either.

[jane_becomes]

"Then why are you wearing such a picturesque outfit? I admit that I know of few men who could manage that attire with such aplomb,"

She is quite pointedly not laughing at him and he must have a reason.

[hopeitsworthit]

"You're not gonna believe I tripped and fell into it, are you?"

A guy can dream!

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate herself has only just returned to the bar, and as a result isn't in her normal fare either. Her vestments err more on the side of elegant, however. A rich, blue dress that flatters her figure, gathering just slightly around her feet. She's dressed for the elven realm, and to say that the five-feet-one-inch cowgirl doesn't exactly fit in amongst the willowy elves... is an understatement.

She's at the Bar, sipping a whiskey. At least, that's what she was doing. Currently, she's eying Dean over the rim of her glass, and one might get the impression that it's doing a good job of hiding a remarkably amused smile.

[hopeitsworthit]

So, this is awkward.

Dean pulls on a crooked grin, shading in a little bit of self-deprecation just for effect.

Or something.

"You wouldn't be willing to do a guy a favor, would you?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She arches an eyebrow.

There are so, so many ways she could take that.

"What sort of favor?"

[hopeitsworthit]

There is really only one way he means it, at the moment.

"You got any of that booze to spare?"

[untiedtheknots]

"I'm not...gonna say anything.

I'm just gonna leave this here."

Artemis sets a flask down on the bartop.

(Outfits of this caliber require dipping into the secret stash.)

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean grabs the flask like a drowning man grabs a at a lifesaver.

Three swallows later --

"You gonna hold it against me if I call you my new best friend?"

[untiedtheknots]

"I'll find some way to forgive you."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Awesome."

He takes another long swallow.

"You will not even believe the day I've had."

Though, you know. All the talking with Jamie was pretty nice.

[forgottenmotley]

Over there is a guy dressed in tattered motley sniggering madly.

[hopeitsworthit]

Motley. Seriously?

And he's the one laughing?

Please.

Dean'll wait until he's loaded down with alcohol to roll his eyes.

[forgottenmotley]

Yes. Motley. A Victorian era jacket and top hat to be exact, a plain walking stick by his side.

"You look like you need more drink than you have," he calls out, laughter still in his voice and bells ringing as he speaks.

The funny thing is there aren't any bells about him and the bells aren't heard so much as heard where the mind thinks they should be heard.

[hopeitsworthit]

Yeah, Dean's still giving him the stink-eye.

Funny how the fake bells ringing in his head don't really help with that.

"Yeah? Guess that's somethin' I should fix pretty soon."

Maybe when Creepy McJingles is somewhere else.

Who knows?