02: [Action] Back on the Road Again
Oct. 31st, 2010 12:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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S'not like I ain't gonna be right behind you all the way.
[He says this in an attempt to reassure Kurt, although it probably sounds wrong. So very, very wrong. Dean adjusts the bag on his shoulder, sending Santana a sidelong glance accompanied with another smile. Her smiles are getting fucking distracting. Pulling his eyes away and back to business, his fingers drum over the strap of the bag and he decides to 'lead the way' first, sliding past Kurt into the hallway and scoping it out, first. He wouldn't trust this place as far as he could throw it.]
...all clear.
[God, what he wouldn't give to just hold his gun steady right now, but Kurt seems like the type to flip a table if he pulled out a firearm. Turning back over his shoulder and jerking his head to one side, Dean smiles.]
We're good for now. You're up, Sparky.
[He nods at Kurt.]
S'not like I ain't gonna be right behind you all the way.
[He says this in an attempt to reassure Kurt, although it probably sounds wrong. So very, very wrong. Dean adjusts the bag on his shoulder, sending Santana a sidelong glance accompanied with another smile. Her smiles are getting fucking distracting. Pulling his eyes away and back to business, his fingers drum over the strap of the bag and he decides to 'lead the way' first, sliding past Kurt into the hallway and scoping it out, first. He wouldn't trust this place as far as he could throw it.]
...all clear.
[God, what he wouldn't give to just hold his gun steady right now, but Kurt seems like the type to flip a table if he pulled out a firearm. Turning back over his shoulder and jerking his head to one side, Dean smiles.]
We're good for now. You're up, Sparky.
[He nods at Kurt.]
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Date: 2010-11-04 05:51 am (UTC)'Danger', hm? It sounds like it suits you.
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What's that? Is it Tiffany & Co?
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Date: 2010-11-04 06:34 am (UTC)[She taps her remaining breadstick against the table, then reaches over and steals a cucumber from Kurt's salad.]
Ugh. What dressing did you use?
[That done, she'll peer at Dean's amulet as well!]
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Date: 2010-11-04 11:54 am (UTC)What, this (http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c332/trailweblaze/ialcr_fullxfull44323-1.jpg)?
[He snorts, shaking his head with a wry smile.]
Try Ancient Babylonian. That's all I know about it, really. My brother gave it to me...a while back. It was a Christmas present.
[Ducking his head, Dean lifts the leather loop around his neck and holds the amulet out to Kurt.]
There's somethin' special about it, I just haven't figured out what yet. And I don't have the time anymore, so there's no point in worrying.
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Date: 2010-11-05 12:41 am (UTC)[]
It's primitive, but very well crafted. The detail work is incredible, given its age. I would have assumed it would have been more worn down.
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It's an excellent piece. It must be worth a fortune, if it's really from Ancient Babylon.
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That was an amazing find on your brother's part.
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Date: 2010-11-05 12:58 am (UTC)Besides, she got girl cooties on him because she was leaning closer to look at it when he was holding it. So there.]
You could have your own show, Kurt. You know, one of those boring ones where people tell endless details about other people's stuff and how much it's all worth.
[Aaaand back to Dean.] Your life sounds pretty wild. [She somehow manages to make it NOT sound like the most obvious statement ever. Worship her talent.]
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Date: 2010-11-05 01:08 am (UTC)We deal in all sorts of ancient stuff.
[Dean shrugs, taking the amulet back and looping it over his neck.]
My brother got it from a friend of ours. It was meant for my dad, but he was kind MIA one Christmas, so Sammy gave it to me. [The older man rubs the back of his neck, pursing his lips and staring at the pie in front of him. He's not so hungry anymore.]
Yeah? [He manages to pull another smile back onto his face for Santana.] That's what they tell me. [Standing, Dean twists the chair back around to face the table, folding his arms over his chest and propping his feet up on the wooden top, leaning back with half-lidded eyes and his typical sexy smile. It doesn't do for him to brood.]
Any other questions, O Spanish Inquisitors?
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Date: 2010-11-06 06:25 am (UTC)Well, it's hardly a Spanish Inquisition if you're expecting it, right? []
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You sound like you lead a terribly busy life. Do you ever find the time for...romance?
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Date: 2010-11-06 06:38 am (UTC)However, she's curious in the answer, too.]
Or at least sex. [Oh yeah, she knows there's a difference there.]
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Date: 2010-11-06 07:00 am (UTC)[Should he have expected anything less with hormonal teenagers? Hell, he still remembers what high school was like, and while it had been a particularly shitty time in his life, he could definitely recall the multitude of girlfriends and flings...just...not necessarily by name...]
Uh.
[Dean reaches up to scratch the back of his head, pursing his lips and furrowing his brow at the table.]
Romance, right. Let's just say my life ain't exactly a chick flick.
[All right, so. He's got no good reason to tell these teenagers any of this, but, then again, he'll be leaving soon. He ought to be leaving soon. He'll find a way to leave soon. Might as well be honest, right? Dean points at Santana.]
Sex, yes. Not so often lately 'cause we've been busy, but yes. [The man quirks a grin.] And, uh, I move around a little too much to have any real Harlequin romance material. [Leaning back in his chair, Dean fumbles in a cabinet and withdraws a bottle of beer, snapping the lid off and taking a swig. This kitchen is awesome.]
As a matter of fact, [He appears pensive for a moment] I don't think I've had any real romance. Hunh. [Dean knocks back another mouthful of beer, thoughtful. Maybe that's a pity.]