02: [Action] Back on the Road Again

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[[ooc; Currently just for Dean, Santana, and 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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[He laces his fingers together, casually leaning on the table and watching them look over it. He wishes to Hell and back he knew what it was for, or what it did, but they'd never been able to find any information on it when they'd had time to waste on something so inane.]

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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Oh. ...I'm sorry to hear that. []

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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[Santana's just gonna give MAJOR SIDE-EYE to Kurt. That laugh makes him sound like a serial killer in training, and the way he speaks makes him sound like a Victorian princess. She's ashamed to be semi-kinda-sorta-in a way-just a little bit friends with him.

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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...you guys get straight to the point, don't you?

[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.]