Alec breezed into the diner like he didn't have a care in the world. For once it was almost true.
At least until he was three feet past the door and then something cold crawled up the inside of his spine. There was only a slight hesitation in his steps that would only be noticed by someone who knew him pretty well. It wasn't the same sort of aweful bone freezing feeling that came with ghosts, but it deffinatly wasn't normal. He sniffed the air carefully and subtly as his eyes skimmed the place casually. It was faint under the smell of coffee and bacon but it was there. A scent that was just off. Sulfur. Matches with out wood. And male.
Breakfast was going to be full of mystery and curiosity.
Dean thought that one over for a minute, before shaking his head. "No dictionary, but I've got a bunch of exorcisms written down somewhere. I'll find 'em."
"Yeah, well -- my Latin isn't the greatest. Sammy was the Latin guy," Dean hesitated slightly after that, before looking down at his food. "It might be easier if you read it."
"No problem." Easiest would be if he read it and heard it. But clearly that wasn't something Dean wanted to offer up, so he'd either make do or try to coax Dean into it later. Then he turned serious attention to his food. He'd meant it when he wanted food before exercize and possable violence.
Dean nodded and leaned in to his food, shoveling it in and hoping that all this waiting would prompt the demon to get lost, but he had a feeling that he really wasn't that lucky.
Alec didn't know it the demon waiting for them would be totally a bad thing. He thought it wouldn't hurt him to learn some thing new and to work of energy at the same time.
"No. He's hunting. This is the part where he watches to see what we do so he can decide either if we're worth it or how to come at us." Strangely he really doesn't seem that concerned. Attentive and serious, but not alarmed.
"It's a built in skill with me. Persian Leopards don't like to have to run prey down. It's all stalk and kill. Then I was trained tom turn it on things that are a helll of a lot smarter than your average gazelle." He spurped up the rest of his milk through the bendy straw.
"Good to know," Dean said with a nod, watching the kid curiously. Dean already knew he was a built in spirit detector, but if he could figure something out with demons too, it would make his life a helluva lot easier.
At least until he was three feet past the door and then something cold crawled up the inside of his spine. There was only a slight hesitation in his steps that would only be noticed by someone who knew him pretty well. It wasn't the same sort of aweful bone freezing feeling that came with ghosts, but it deffinatly wasn't normal. He sniffed the air carefully and subtly as his eyes skimmed the place casually. It was faint under the smell of coffee and bacon but it was there. A scent that was just off. Sulfur. Matches with out wood. And male.
Breakfast was going to be full of mystery and curiosity.
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