[Far be it for Dean to turn down a decent hunt, even if he isn't...Exactly invited. In fact, he's pretty sure he was the exact opposite (Would that be uninvited, if he was sure he was never invited to begin with...? Didn't matter.), but that doesn't stop him from tapping into a few resources of his own and pinpointing a ten mile area that has
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What was he doing here? Damn it, this was her hunt! When another hand found its way over the back of her shorts, she brought a beer bottle she'd been taking down on it, leaving the old man whining about how unfriendly she was.
Good. Because she wasn't.]
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Hey, sweetheart? Think I could get a beer?
[And the more Dean looks at her, the more she fits the attitude from the internet (Had he really come all this way for a possible demon that started rambling about a hunt on the internet? He's losing his touch, obviously.), but he has to admit. Not bad. He can at least see why the old and impotent in this place get their kicks trying to grab and handful of ass.]
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Bud, Bud Light, Miller, Miller Light, Abyss Porter, a local Irish Red, and some Hefeweizen that isn't worth ordering, trust me. Which can I getcha?
[It's an attempt at 'harmless midwestern barmaid', anyway.]
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Better make it a Bud Light. On the clock.
[Yeah, he's pretty sure this is Jo, and he's sure the meaning of such a simple and innocuous statement won't slip by her.]
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