Drake hovered behind the counter, hiding behind his borrowed sunglasses and trying to will away the throbbing in his temples. He was never listening to James ever again. Stupid whiskey
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Dean had been dreaming of that pie ever since he'd wolfed it down in five seconds flat, his first visit to the small cafe a resounding success. The pie, he discovered, was enough to draw him back, and Castiel being Castiel had done one of his disappearing acts. Nothing like a good piece of pie to keep a guy company, he thought and then realised he was turning into a total girl.
Looking slightly alarmed at the prospect of needing 'comfort food', he pushed the door open and instantly looked slightly disappointed. It looked a hell of a lot like no pie was happening here. At all. "Damn." He muttered, scoping out the place rapidly to double-check there was no pie. Turning to leave again, he jammed his hands in his jacket pockets, wondering what the hell he was going to do until Cas decided to turn up again.
From his lurking in the corner, Drake thought he recognised the young man in the door. Oh yes - it was the one who had ordered the entire pear and blackberry pie.
Slipping behind the seats, Drake approached him, smiling. "Hello again. I am afraid we have just started our Movie Night. But...I believe I have some pecan pie left over, if you would like it?"
Dean looked a little like a rabbit caught in the headlights for a second, unsure whether he was more embarrassed at the fact he couldn't just leave quietly now or the fact that he'd walked right into a cosy little movie night. Dean just didn't play with others well. But he was almost instantly placated by the mention of pie. If he hadn't been so wrapped up in Castiel, he may have married the man standing infront of him just for the pie.
"Uh..." He looked slightly uncomfortable, if not a little awkward, "Well, I did kinda drop by for some pie. I guess I could stay." He offered the man a smile now, eyes crinkling a little in the corners. "Thanks, man."
"I dunno ... I'm kind of a classicist. I grew up watching Excalibur, and this is clearly not my father's Arthurian legend. It's a little closer to the Mary Stewart version, but it's probably not that close to the truth. Just ... closer than it's been done on film."
Drake nodded, watching the screen with faint disgust. "Well, this is not how it is my time. This is...strange. Though your legends do not tell it quite the same way either. Lost in time, I fear."
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Looking slightly alarmed at the prospect of needing 'comfort food', he pushed the door open and instantly looked slightly disappointed. It looked a hell of a lot like no pie was happening here. At all. "Damn." He muttered, scoping out the place rapidly to double-check there was no pie. Turning to leave again, he jammed his hands in his jacket pockets, wondering what the hell he was going to do until Cas decided to turn up again.
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Slipping behind the seats, Drake approached him, smiling. "Hello again. I am afraid we have just started our Movie Night. But...I believe I have some pecan pie left over, if you would like it?"
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"Uh..." He looked slightly uncomfortable, if not a little awkward, "Well, I did kinda drop by for some pie. I guess I could stay." He offered the man a smile now, eyes crinkling a little in the corners. "Thanks, man."
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He indicated the fixed table by the counter with the red chairs. "Please, take a seat. Something to drink?"
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"What do you make of it?" he whispered.
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