[After a few hours spent researching and getting nothing, Dean wasn't on his A game. He was frustrated, and itching for the release of something that he wouldn't try here. Not until he learned more. Not sex, since that probably wouldn't fly, but a good meal and some strong liquor.
He's in the middle of daydreaming about being home and at a local joint in some town they were working a gig in when he realizes there's someone looming over him. His eyes raise, away from the surface of the table and away from the screen. To a chick, if she could even be called that. Something about her demanded respect, even though he couldn't place it, and she looked like she'd walk right out of a magazine.
About to reply with something a little rude, his eyebrows lift when she starts talking and he realizes he might not be the only one uncomfortable and on edge.]
Sorry. I don't consider hostage situations calm. Guess you must've had your fair share.
[The last thing he means is to insult her but he's in a bad mood. Dean's been at this for a pretty long time and hasn't had any results. That, and an empty stomach weren't exactly a good mix. Not for him.]
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He's in the middle of daydreaming about being home and at a local joint in some town they were working a gig in when he realizes there's someone looming over him. His eyes raise, away from the surface of the table and away from the screen. To a chick, if she could even be called that. Something about her demanded respect, even though he couldn't place it, and she looked like she'd walk right out of a magazine.
About to reply with something a little rude, his eyebrows lift when she starts talking and he realizes he might not be the only one uncomfortable and on edge.]
Sorry. I don't consider hostage situations calm. Guess you must've had your fair share.
[The last thing he means is to insult her but he's in a bad mood. Dean's been at this for a pretty long time and hasn't had any results. That, and an empty stomach weren't exactly a good mix. Not for him.]