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[venatoris]

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[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.

[venatoris]

What’s the catch

[thesalesman]

the mystery makes it fun for me.

[venatoris]

I’m not owing you dude

[thesalesman]

I didn't say that. You don't know.

[venatoris]

just throwing it out there

[thesalesman]

Throw whatever you like Dean. There's no stopping you.

[venatoris]

fine I WILL

[thesalesman]

[Oh, this is going to be good, he can already tell. Crowley doesn't answer that. He's tagging alon on a supposed case while Sam is out of town doing another one but he's starting to think that Dean just wants some space from his pet moose. Can't blame him. ]

[venatoris]

[ Maybe he does. Maybe they both do. They're around each other 24/7, breathing down each others necks - in the car together, eating together, working together, sleeping together--

Not like that.

Anyway. It's exhausting, anyone would get sick of the other person after years of that. Yeah, they're codependent, but even codependent people need a little breathing room.

Sam's off hunting a rugaru somewhere in New Mexico, Dean thinks he's found a Wendigo somewhere out in Appalachia. He's not entirely sure where he is right now; Appalachia is a big area, spanning West Virginia all the way down into Alabama. He thinks maybe they're somewhere in Eastern Tennessee, closer to the Kentucky border - or in Kentucky, hell if he knows. His head hurts too badly to think, though the coffee is slowly bringing him back to life.

Working with Crowley is almost always a bad idea - it usually gets Dean either beat up or in serious trouble. The demons 'help' attracts drama, but for the most part, when Crowley decides not to be a flappy douchebag, he's usually pretty helpful. ]

where are you, anyway? off betraying me?

[thesalesman]

So spicy.

But no, not in these woods. I have some standards in who I'll deal with.

Are we working today? I can put my plans on hold.

[Said like he isn't sitting in a coffee shop with fuck all else to do.]

[venatoris]

course we are. hangovers don't stop winchesters from working.

[ A little coffee, some aspirin, - he'll be fine. ]

meet me at that diner in twenty. rosie's.

[thesalesman]

Aye aye

[Crowley leans back and sips his coffee before making a face. God.. disgusting. Americans and their burnt tar, he'll never understand it.

Rosie's is, however, conveniently across the street and he'll watch from the window until he sees Dean before sauntering over with a thin smile and his hands in his pockets.]