( if you wanted her preferences. there's just something about it. also maybe he'll find a couple of drinks on his list later that he had not said but she'd certainly suggested them. be a dear, dean )
I prefer it aged, with taste, and not regretting my choices.
(that is pure. she gets a tilt of the head for her acknowledgment and her taste. taste recognizes taste. )
You and me both.
( even younger, he had good taste in bourbon. when he could. he could talk himself into anything. in the apocalypse, it's whatever he could get his hands on, and really more for the crew, than him.
beers were always easy and local though. so pre-apocalypse, he was a beer guy. )
( she recognised that look, smiling a little at it. whilst she did know that dean appreciated a good drink it's certainly nice to feel appreciated too )
Well, I know who to ask for a good drink.
( him, either at their apartments or at this bar. which would most likely become a bar she visited more than any other. when she chose it )
Even if the conversation isn't what you'd want from your bartender.
( her tone is still light, enough that he should recognise that she's teasing. baby steps on trying to friendly joke with him )
A therapist? Is that what you're supposed to be in this little job?
( a light chuckle. that certainly wasn't what she used her bartenders for, she didn't do that kind of opening up, but she probably wouldn't tap him for what she usually used them for either. minus information )
I never understood the "opening your soul to a stranger" that you hear from most drunks in these places.
( or, one person. maybe it was the opposite, maybe he tried for wisdom. isn't that the cliche though? )
Me neither. More people should play it close to the vest.
( well, unless it really counts. if you can tell a big difference between the dean's, it's probably this. the impersonalization. the get out of my face, i'm so tired and can't handle anyone else's shit. cause is shoulder it all.
but he remembers slipping into the worst of people's lives and getting them to open up. to help. that was hunting, too. )
Close, not-- ( she circles a slightly accusative finger in his direction, wiggling it at him before lowering her hand to drink more of her whiskey. you know what she means, dean )
Though many people also lack the nuance of pulling off intrigue.
( and she doesn't fault him. she doesn't pretend to know what he's seen but living through his apocalypse, through the virus that he'd mentioned to her, everything with sam and lucifer... how could all of you stay in tact after that? what rowena did know is that time changed a person )
Though Dean Winchester can as much be a blunt knife as he can skillfully pry information out of someone. ( from experience. circumstances made all the difference ) What gets us places... we adapt.
( sounds like an insult, but it's also a weird flex, so, they can be even in their uncertainty together. he lived his life. he remembers that dean. even if he feels like a distant memory.
...is she in his head?
We adapt.
( that earns her a clink against her glass with his. and a much less charged sip. )
( he'll learn one day that she spent centuries learning to read people. she absolutely is in his head.
so she'll tap the glass gently back, finishing that last bit of her drink, hesitating a second or two before nudging it forward for a refill. sure, she'll drink more with him. when its going well why change it )
Have you had to... remove much confusion of those who forget you're not the Dean they know?
he fills her back up, a generous one, before finishing his and pouring less for himself. he's still on the clock. )
Not more than, I'm not that guy, get over it. ( it sounds heartless, but there's never been anything so tense. he would say it was most emotional with ororo. but he was also swept up in the storm of it all. ) Most people just give me an 'I've seen you somewhere' look. Never mention it, either. You think most people here torture themselves here?
( can she help it if men like to be stepped on in her expensive heels? absolutely not. but also he's right: she does enjoy dolling out the punishment side. and reaping her own rewards at times )
I will say that some of the toys they provide there are tame. Though they've never seen Hell.
( or a witch who used her magic creatively. why hold the whip when you could do much more whilst lounging seductively? )
( she's been? she's been to hell. suddenly, it feels like they have everything in common. or, important things anyway. but, he did the torturing, didn't he. does that stack up to his apocalypse sins? he doesn't know. )
( it's easy to slip into the conversation, some of the comfort that drinking with him in this more pleasant feeling gives with the positive skew of their current conversation. and then he reminds her that he doesn't know her, and it's not that she thinks of the other dean but rather the one that will know her, that does know these things about her. she knows this really and yet a moment is everything )
Well... my son was its King. ( except she doesn't even know if he's met him yet. the best friends (eyeroll) that they became, that she disapproved of in terms of his rule of hell. and she doesn't know when that began )
( did he? he doesn't hide the shrug, he's not going to search his mind, or think about it, because crowley never surfaced, that he knows of, anwyay. his lips purse as he slows a shake of the head. )
( since he wasn't there during her tenure and fergus had been king for years at that point. wait until she's one day queen, dean, that'll really rock it )
I didn't spend long in Hell. Children are... ( a little wave of her hand. she can't actually bring herself to finish the dismissive statement, not anymore. it's a habit to dance around the topic but about her son? there are too many regrets for her to brush him off so quickly now.
and yes, she'd be delighted if he ever turned up here to try and have more time with him, even if she doesn't (consciously) hope that will happen )
( dead as a doornail. he did stiffen at the mention, but he thinks, if this is years later, who knows who's ruling when. so, he tries to push that instict of distrust and uneasiness. but, he does not, taking a sip.
he does make a face at that, though, an eyebrow angling for dominance. yeah, kids are. aren't they. but, again, this has been a good back and forth, so he's not rocking the boat, letting her finish her thought. )
All we knew, horsemen. Lilith. Witches. Demons. Yellow-eyes. ( He pauses. The obvious. ) Lucifer.
( the freeze in her so noticeable, and though they'd spoken about lucifer once before she'll never stop reacting just at his name: her heart stops for a moment, her hand fumbles with the glass that she'd just been about to pick up (luckily spilling nothing) and she has to make herself stop, pause, take a deep breath to get herself going again.
her fear could be being shouted across the room at how noticeable it is just from one name, except rowena tries to downplay it, tries to shrug it off. she looks away from him for a moment, trying to feel that grounding again and whilst rowena would love to tell dean that she hopes that bastard rots the words don't come. not those ones )
Well, you can make that list far longer. ( not him but-- )
Besides... my Hell-- ( this time her pause is for a different reason, if still difficult to her ) currently it has no ruler, just demons that tried scrabbling for it. And failed.
( nicely done, samuel. not that she knows the full details yet )
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Date: 2024-10-20 05:45 pm (UTC)Well, I suppose I can expect the outcome without needing to experience it.
( she picks the pen back up in case there's anything else he wants to add )
And stronger doesn't necessarily mean to taste.
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Date: 2024-10-20 05:53 pm (UTC)( all stronger, all awful. though, he can get down with some backwoods hooch if it's all he has. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 05:59 pm (UTC)( and that as poor as she grew up she certainly couldn't afford anything good then. she's seen moonshine. hooch. really bad scotch )
I've known some poor alcohol in my time.
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Date: 2024-10-20 06:03 pm (UTC)( what a thing to say, though? )
You like it pure?
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Date: 2024-10-20 06:21 pm (UTC)( if you wanted her preferences. there's just something about it. also maybe he'll find a couple of drinks on his list later that he had not said but she'd certainly suggested them. be a dear, dean )
I prefer it aged, with taste, and not regretting my choices.
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Date: 2024-10-20 07:48 pm (UTC)You and me both.
( even younger, he had good taste in bourbon. when he could. he could talk himself into anything. in the apocalypse, it's whatever he could get his hands on, and really more for the crew, than him.
beers were always easy and local though. so pre-apocalypse, he was a beer guy. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 07:57 pm (UTC)Well, I know who to ask for a good drink.
( him, either at their apartments or at this bar. which would most likely become a bar she visited more than any other. when she chose it )
Even if the conversation isn't what you'd want from your bartender.
( her tone is still light, enough that he should recognise that she's teasing. baby steps on trying to friendly joke with him )
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:00 pm (UTC)( and they can both afford it. his tone chides her back, but stays playful )
Hey, lady. We're not open yet. You want customer service, come back when I clock in as your therapist.
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:05 pm (UTC)( a light chuckle. that certainly wasn't what she used her bartenders for, she didn't do that kind of opening up, but she probably wouldn't tap him for what she usually used them for either. minus information )
I never understood the "opening your soul to a stranger" that you hear from most drunks in these places.
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:10 pm (UTC)( or, one person. maybe it was the opposite, maybe he tried for wisdom. isn't that the cliche though? )
Me neither. More people should play it close to the vest.
( well, unless it really counts. if you can tell a big difference between the dean's, it's probably this. the impersonalization. the get out of my face, i'm so tired and can't handle anyone else's shit. cause is shoulder it all.
but he remembers slipping into the worst of people's lives and getting them to open up. to help. that was hunting, too. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:17 pm (UTC)Though many people also lack the nuance of pulling off intrigue.
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Date: 2024-10-20 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-20 08:41 pm (UTC)( and she doesn't fault him. she doesn't pretend to know what he's seen but living through his apocalypse, through the virus that he'd mentioned to her, everything with sam and lucifer... how could all of you stay in tact after that? what rowena did know is that time changed a person )
Though Dean Winchester can as much be a blunt knife as he can skillfully pry information out of someone. ( from experience. circumstances made all the difference ) What gets us places... we adapt.
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:09 pm (UTC)...is she in his head?
We adapt.
( that earns her a clink against her glass with his. and a much less charged sip. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:16 pm (UTC)so she'll tap the glass gently back, finishing that last bit of her drink, hesitating a second or two before nudging it forward for a refill. sure, she'll drink more with him. when its going well why change it )
Have you had to... remove much confusion of those who forget you're not the Dean they know?
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:23 pm (UTC)he fills her back up, a generous one, before finishing his and pouring less for himself. he's still on the clock. )
Not more than, I'm not that guy, get over it. ( it sounds heartless, but there's never been anything so tense. he would say it was most emotional with ororo. but he was also swept up in the storm of it all. ) Most people just give me an 'I've seen you somewhere' look. Never mention it, either. You think most people here torture themselves here?
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:31 pm (UTC)( she knows he most likely didn't mean that but she's giving him that instead, a tiny smirk on her )
Have you been to the Crucible yet? A torturer's dream. Or just those with a healthy appreciation of reward and punishment.
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:45 pm (UTC)Which, you sound like you have.
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:48 pm (UTC)I will say that some of the toys they provide there are tame. Though they've never seen Hell.
( or a witch who used her magic creatively. why hold the whip when you could do much more whilst lounging seductively? )
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:53 pm (UTC)( she's been? she's been to hell. suddenly, it feels like they have everything in common. or, important things anyway. but, he did the torturing, didn't he. does that stack up to his apocalypse sins? he doesn't know. )
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Date: 2024-10-20 09:58 pm (UTC)Well... my son was its King. ( except she doesn't even know if he's met him yet. the best friends (eyeroll) that they became, that she disapproved of in terms of his rule of hell. and she doesn't know when that began )
You knew him as Crowley.
( clearly not the name his mother gave him )
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Date: 2024-10-20 10:03 pm (UTC)Never heard of him. King? Of hell? Above Azazel?
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Date: 2024-10-20 10:09 pm (UTC)( since he wasn't there during her tenure and fergus had been king for years at that point. wait until she's one day queen, dean, that'll really rock it )
I didn't spend long in Hell. Children are... ( a little wave of her hand. she can't actually bring herself to finish the dismissive statement, not anymore. it's a habit to dance around the topic but about her son? there are too many regrets for her to brush him off so quickly now.
and yes, she'd be delighted if he ever turned up here to try and have more time with him, even if she doesn't (consciously) hope that will happen )
Hell seems to often change hands.
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Date: 2024-10-20 10:17 pm (UTC)he does make a face at that, though, an eyebrow angling for dominance. yeah, kids are. aren't they. but, again, this has been a good back and forth, so he's not rocking the boat, letting her finish her thought. )
All we knew, horsemen. Lilith. Witches. Demons. Yellow-eyes. ( He pauses. The obvious. ) Lucifer.
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Date: 2024-10-20 10:30 pm (UTC)her fear could be being shouted across the room at how noticeable it is just from one name, except rowena tries to downplay it, tries to shrug it off. she looks away from him for a moment, trying to feel that grounding again and whilst rowena would love to tell dean that she hopes that bastard rots the words don't come. not those ones )
Well, you can make that list far longer. ( not him but-- )
Besides... my Hell-- ( this time her pause is for a different reason, if still difficult to her ) currently it has no ruler, just demons that tried scrabbling for it. And failed.
( nicely done, samuel. not that she knows the full details yet )
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