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[venatoris]

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[thesalesman]

Treat em mean, keep em keen

[venatoris]

unless you have something positive to contribute I’m going to stop responding

[thesalesman]

Well you're no fun.

Did our cuddle last night mean nothing?

[venatoris]

… you’re lying

[thesalesman]

Why lie when the truth is far more delicious

[venatoris]

there’s no way. no WAY

[thesalesman]

You have very soft lips for a man with such rough hands.

[venatoris]

DUDE

[thesalesman]

Take the compliment, kitten. I don't often give them.

[venatoris]

what really happened?

[ there’s no tone in text, but he’s feeling a little vulnerable ]

[thesalesman]

[A small pause]

You don't remember anything?

[venatoris]

Not much.

[ He doesn’t… usually get that trashed. He’s a managed alcoholic, he knows when to stop. But son of a bitch he got carried away. ]

[thesalesman]

[He doesn't remember. So it doesn't count. Doesn't mean anything. There's no point. Just his word against drunk nonsense.]

Nothing happened. Your honor is intact.

[venatoris]

You sure?

[ You’ve got him a bit panicky. ]

[thesalesman]

Sure

[venatoris]

fucking demon

[thesalesman]

??

I thought you said you didn't remember

[venatoris]

I don’t believe your unconvincing ‘sure’

[thesalesman]

I'm trying to give you a pass here, sweet pea. Nothing happened.

Besides, if I said yes, it is, we had a moment, you wouldn't believe me. you aren't ready to think about that part of yourself and out of my mouth? Not a chance.

So even if something did happen, hypothetically, I'm not prepared for the painful blowout of toxic masculinity to the throat.

Sure.

Take that as you will.

[venatoris]

[ God… what does that mean. Dean is staring at his phone, a little horrified, and Crowley isn’t wrong - that toxic masculinity is bubbling up, twisting in his stomach, bile in his throat. ]

okay

[thesalesman]

[Sigh]

There's coffee on your doorstep. Try to get some rest.

[venatoris]

you left me coffee?

[thesalesman]

You better hurry before some bum takes it.

[venatoris]

[ god let him…. Drag himself out of bed, splash water on his face before opening the door to get his snack.

Snack from a demon. God. ]

thank you

[thesalesman]

[He is, amazing, rather thoughtful by nature. There's donuts, too. The fancy kind.]

You're welcome. Don't say I never do anything for you.