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[iwatchtjhooker]

When; Tonight, 24 January
Rating; PG-13 so far (for drinking?)
Characters; Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and OPEN (if you know Dean or Sam, you're welcome! or you could just be in the bar)
Summary; Dean's having a birthday. Sam doesn't care what he thinks.
Notes; Multiple threads, thread-jumping, whatever you want! It's a party, anything goes.
Log;

After the prank he'd pulled earlier, Sam thought Dean might need a break. He also thought it might be prudent not to be home when Dean got there. So Sam staked out a favorite bar of Dean's, called some of his friends, and left a note.

Dean--

Hey, didn't feel like cooking so I went out. Meet me at [some bar, come on Dean, it's your favorite! they have tater tots], okay? I have something to tell you. Sam

There was a chance Dean wouldn't come, but it was a bar, and the house would be quiet and lonely, and Sam was pretty sure he'd come. In the meantime, he savored the thought of the day Dean must have had...

Comments

[charring]

He gets a mock-long-suffering sigh and a guilty smirk, Charlie hunching her shoulders and ducking her head in a completely false display. "You caught me. I have. It's kept me up at night a few times. How on earth am I going to have a happy life if I can't smack Dean on the backside at least once?"

She grins, nudging his shoulder in return. "Having fun, Dean?"

[dudeimbatman]

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

He chuckles and glances around the bar before he nods. "Yeah...starting to." He looks back to Charlie. "What about you?"

[charring]

She shrugs slightly, waving her hand back and forth. "Kinda. Yeah. Happy to be here."

[dudeimbatman]

Dean nods and grins a bit. "Yeah. I'm glad you're here too. Thanks for coming."

[charring]

Despite the smack on the ass earlier, Charlie considers Dean family. When he grins, she grins in return. It's nice seeing the people she cares about happy. "So is it rude to ask how old you are?"

[dudeimbatman]

"Nah. It's a damn miracle I made it this far." He takes a sip of his beer. It really is hard to believe how old he is, even for him. He feels so much damn older most of the time, like an old man rattling around in a body that hasn't quite caught up yet. Forty years in Hell would do that to a person, he supposed.

"Thirty-three."

[charring]

Charlie shakes her head, one eyebrow raising slightly. "You hardly look it. Hell, you don't even look like you're much past twenty-five."

[dudeimbatman]

"Good genes and clean living." He winks at her because the last part is definitely not true.