A Striking Similarity To Spiderman, For Dean

[MINA GREY]

but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be

“You’re so full of shit. Spiderman could not beat Batman at anything.”

Ice clicked together as the cup in Mina’s hand landed quite forcefully on the bar table to emphasize her statement about the superiority of Gotham's vigilante. She didn’t really want to be there, but a poltergeist had hidden her bottle of vodka at home. However, Naomi, the owner of said home, wouldn’t let her do anything about the damn thing because apparently it had the right to be there. Mina had caught some bit of why but hadn’t really cared. For as long as she could remember, a severe case of apathy had kept her from giving a damn about most things that weren’t her problem. So what if the poltergeist had lived there during it’s ‘living years,’ the thing was dead and should grow a pair and move on. Sometimes, and ‘sometimes’ could be translated to most times, Mina thought Nao was too eager to please everything that had or at one point had a pulse. Granted, it didn’t ever seem to mess with Nao’s stuff, and the haunting was the reason for the considerably affordable price of the home since it had been on the market for so long. Still, Mina had no intention to ‘make nice’ with the ghost – especially not now.

Back when they were kids, Naomi had pretended not to be a medium but stuff like that wasn’t easy to hide. Luckily, The Sixth Sense hadn’t come out during their childhood so that was a bullet dodged for sure. Granted, Mina knew better than to poke fun at her friend’s so-called gift given all the trouble it had caused. Some things were best left alone.

There were two major things wrong with bars. One, they cost money, and two, people in sleeveless shirts and greasy hair tried to talk to her. However, tonight wasn’t so bad because Mina was buzzed enough to tolerate the failing attempts of her new ‘friend’ to get her to come home with him. Unfortunately for him, Mina had some standards, and they didn’t extend to men who probably crawled out of their mother’s basement to stalk the bars late at night. Truthfully, Mina would rather deal with vampires. Still, it was entertaining to see him try. She’d even a free drink out of the process. As far as Mina was concerned, it was a win-win situation. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to tuning out babbling.

“But I wouldn’t sleep with Peter Parker,” She interjected after swallowing a sip of her new vodka tonic. “Now Bruce Wayne, I’d tap that in a heartbeat. You think he and Wonder Woman ever bumped uglies in the Bat Mobile?”

Her luckless paramour made a confused face exaggerated by his not entirely sober state, “what the hell does that have to do with anything?

She shrugged casually, “seems kinda important to me.”

There was an awkward pause as it dawned on the man he’d just gotten into a thirty-minute argument about Spiderman and Batman at a bar with a stranger who clearly had no real interest in him. “You’re not going to…“ He struggled with how to ask if she was interested in sleeping with him without sounding like a total tool.

Mina gave him a pitying yet amused look, “sorry hun, you’re no Bruce Wayne, and it doesn't look like you could afford the amount of alcohol to make me think so, but thanks for the drink. I appreciate it”

He muttered a disgruntled ‘bitch’ and stalked off to sulk. Mina rolled her eyes and set to work finishing her drink. If men were willing to be played, why not play them? Life was just a game that couldn’t be won. In the end, everyone ended up dead, and who really knew what happened after kicking the proverbial bucket. Nao knew something about it because of the unfortunate ability to interact with the dead but was usually tightlipped about her conversations with the departed. From what Mina gathered, it didn’t seem like anything to look forward to even remotely. As such, Mina made a point to avoid death at all costs. So far, she’d done a pretty good job of it.

“Was that really necessary, Mina?” The bartender asked wearing an expression that was more amused than disproving. Somewhere along the past seven months in Lawrence, Mina and the bartender had struck up something of a friendship. At least, he enjoyed the show she put on with guys like the Marvel fan, and Mina liked the proportion of vodka to the tonic he used in his drinks. It was the best sort of friendship.

She grinned broadly at the question with the intensity of a Cheshire cat. “Seemed like a good idea at the time,” Mina stared into her now almost empty drink and pouted, “but now I’m kind of regretting it. Any chance of me getting a drink on the house tonight?” Her quirked grin was back in full force, and usually it was enough to get her what she wanted from most men in a bar.

However, it wasn’t getting her a free drink this time, just a chortle and another shake of the bartender’s balding head as he went to serve someone else. Reluctantly and with a heavy sigh of disappointment, Mina finished her drink. That damn poltergeist better have put her bottle back by the time she got home or there’d be hell to pay and no bleeding heart ghost sympathizing roommate would be able to save it.

TAGGED: Dean WORDS: Lots

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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Oh, man, that poor guy was losing it and didn’t even seem to realise. Dean hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on the Batman debate, but he hadn’t been sitting far down the bar from the pair and it caught his attention, not to mention amusement as it continued. He was a couple of seats away and couldn’t help but muffle a chuckle into his beer as he took a long swig from the bottle. He’d been at the bar for a while; avoiding being trapped in the motel room with piles of research that amounted to nothing and a not so endless supply of alcohol. If he wasn’t going to get anywhere, he might as well have a little fun. And liquor and women sounded a hell of a lot better than reading right now—Always, actually. It always sounded better. Dean spared a glance towards the man when he stalked off, another laugh to himself stifled. It wasn’t as though Dean had never been rejected at a bar before. It happened. Flirting came easy to him and he knew how to play the game well enough that nine times out of ten, he ended up with the woman he had his eyes set on, but it didn’t work every time. And in those cases, you just moved onto someone else. But that guys failure was ringing obviously, even to him, for a while there. It was a losing battle and come on, who wouldn’t be amused with a debate over Spiderman VS Batman.

Which, Dean had to agree with Batman’s side. Sure, there was a personal bias given Batman was so much more kickass than Spiderman; not to mention Batman didn’t have all of those damn superpowers that other heroes did. He was a human, a human with one hell of an arsenal and a car to kill for. “Y’know it’s not really a question, right? Bruce Wayne could’ve gotten anyone he wanted hooking up in that car.” He commented, glancing over to the woman. “If the Bat Mobile could talk...” Dean whistled lowly, all the suggestion there. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t his conversation or that she had never addressed him first. Dean wasn’t shy, not in the least bit. And with that guy out of the way, he didn’t have to worry about some drunk thinking he was standing in the way of him getting laid. It was like a secret bar etiquette not to interfere, even if it was obvious that said person wasn’t about to have sex with said woman. If she had gone off with him, Dean would have been stunned to say the least. Not that it was his business either way. Normally, he didn’t sit and eavesdrop on that kind of thing. But, with it so close and the nature of the conversation, he didn’t feel bad about it.

“If you’re looking for a Bruce Wayne though, I’ve got a feeling you’re not gonna find him in this hole.” There was playful sympathy on his voice. Okay, so his ego said he could be a way better Batman than any of the other guys in that bar, but he wasn’t going to just say that outright. He had a little more tact than that. There hadn’t been a lot of interesting people since he arrived there and only on his second beer (which wasn’t even finished yet), he still had his sobriety intact. For the most part, he’d been kind of content sitting there, listening to the conversations around him, while letting himself glance around now and then to see if there was anyone worth approaching. It’s what he wanted to finish the night off with. But, he wasn’t in any rush. Dean wasn’t looking to focus on anything serious; he had enough of that. All day long he’d spent it wandering around Lawrence, looking for answers to the increased death rate and explanations for every unexplained thing they’d yet to figure out. Coming up empty handed was starting to get under his skin as much as being there was. They were trapped in a town that Dean hadn’t wanted to go back to from the beginning. It was home, sure, the closest thing he’d ever have to home and one place he simply didn’t want to be in. There were memories there and that’s where it all started. To say the least, Dean liked being elsewhere. He could go on for hours about every concern he had lately and that was precisely why he was in a bar and not in the motel dwelling on it. Dean wasn’t the type to dwell. He couldn’t sit in the dark and brood. He had to get out and find himself something to distracting and easy to focus on for a while. And to be honest, he thought he deserved a little fun. And for the first time that night, there was someone else in the bar that looked a little closer to his style of things.

thanks to nodding.acquaintance of caution 2.0

[MINA GREY]

but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be

Although her drink was finished, apparently her night wasn’t over quite yet. She glanced over at her fellow Batman supporter wearing a sly smile. Was it already time for round two? However, it took her only a matter of seconds to form an approving opinion of this contestant. Well, an approving opinion of his physical appearance anyway, he seemed clever but first impressions could be misleading. He’d definitely managed to pique her amusement in a good way right off the bat so maybe he was worth her time. Granted, she’d wasted her time on less appealing men anyway so why not have a little more fun banter with someone easy on the eyes? It was better than sitting at home doing nothing. One of these days she’d pick up a hobby that wasn’t smoking or drinking, but certainly not tonight and probably nothing much better for her health. Mina wasn’t exactly going to pick up knitting or scrap booking to pass the time.

It would be a lie to say she hadn’t noticed him before. In fact, quite a few times during her conversation with the other fellow, her eyes had wandered over to where he was sitting just a few barstools away. Mina was rather disappointed that the other man had gathered the nerve to talk to her before she could acquaint herself with the preferred stranger. Timing was everything, and she judged poorly, but at least some good came out of it. Amusing debates were sometimes better than bad sex and a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a good romp in the hay. For all she knew, the object of her initial interest could be a let down. Fortunately for her, she now had the opportunity to possibly continue her extremely scientific study of correlating good looks with good bedding skills.

Mina chuckled softly both at the thought of what the Bat Mobile would say if it could actually talk and just at his comment. “I’m sure it would have plenty of stories,” She finished his sentence after the low whistle. A man with a sense of humor was certainly a rare find and even more impressive, that wasn’t the only thing going for him. Shallow as Mina was, there had definitely been some pity-sex doled out to men who could make her laugh even if they didn’t quite live up to her physical standards. See, that was proof she could be sympathetic towards other people. It just didn’t happen that often. Mina would be the first person to admit she was selfish and apathetic when it came to most situations. It was probably the most honest revelation about herself she’d make to anyone. Still, no one at the bar needed anything from her except for a good time, and that was one thing Mina would give out freely if so inspired. Yet, calling her easy was a poor choice of words, because the truth of the matter was, even Bruce Wayne would have a hard time with Mina. She enjoyed being chased as much as men seemed to enjoy chasing her.

After a moment of consideration, Mina slid off her seat and strolled over to sit beside her newfound friend. She rested an arm against the bar so her body was angled towards him not for any particular reason. Her chest wasn’t exactly anything special so there was no point in trying to show off what wasn’t there, but she’d rather face the person she was talking to instead of staring at the collection of alcohol on the shelves unavailable to her on account of an empty wallet. Bruce Wayne would be able to buy her a drink. Hell, he’d be able to buy her a lifetime supply of booze. She sighed, surveying the bar to affirm the fact there would be no Bruce Waynes to be found here tonight. It was a pity really. She’d even have settled for a Flash. That would be fun albeit short lived. Her knowledge of DC comics originated from her father’s lack of creativity. Instead of the traditional bedtime stories most kids were read at bedtime, Mina was read comic books. However, now was not the time to reminisce about one of the few highlights of her childhood. Most of her memory lanes had roadblocks up, and she tried not to think about anything that wasn’t related to her present state of being. The past could never be changed, and memories were only good for learning how to avoid making the same mistakes twice. Just keep moving forward, regret nothing and enjoy life. Simply put, Mina lived a shamelessly hedonistic lifestyle and thoroughly enjoyed the decision.

“You think I’d give up, but I guess I’m just stubborn,” His playful sympathy was matched by an equally playful melancholy as she grinned at him broadly, even throwing in a wink for good measure. “Didn’t find one in New York either. I’m starting to think I never will,” She sighed woefully, shaking her head to emphasize the despair. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for the next best thing. What do you think about him over there?” She motioned with her head to a potbellied man playing pool with some buddies. “It looks like he’s got all his teeth from here. Could be a winner.” A slender finger tapped her lips to complete the illusion that she was actually considering the other man’s prospects as a late night companion. Her exaggerated expression of gravity faltered as her lips curled back into a quirked grin. There was as much pleasure to be had in the game as there was in the final score. Why rush things? Besides, it was still entirely possible that Mina would be going home alone tonight. Of course, she was looking for fun, but fun had no set definition.

TAGGED: Dean WORDS: Lots

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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The response was all that he needed to make some kind of judgement on whether or not he stood a chance in continuing a conversation with her. If she put up walls of disinterest right away, it would’ve been disappointing, because Dean wouldn’t deny that she was hot and that he wanted to find out how interested she was in hooking up. He didn’t think there was any shame in that. Finding someone hot wasn’t an insult. He didn’t think wanting to sleep with them was either, although some women seemed to take it offensively if you were too forward. And Dean learned how to play that game. He’d been playing his cards right with women for a long time. It wasn’t difficult to see when the game was over before it started and when there was a green light to keep talking. When she finished his sentence, he laughed under his breath, giving a nod in agreement. “Damn straight, it would.” While Dean had no qualms with an easy woman, he didn’t mind a challenge either. There was some fun in the chase; in working for it a little. If he could just wave at a woman, ask for sex and walk off then the pursuit would start to get a little bit boring, though sex was far from boring so he wouldn’t be complaining loudly. Generally, that didn’t happen. Right now, he was interested in the woman he’d thrown the comment at. He’d noticed her before, but it was really exchange with the other man that had gotten his full attention. He would have probably said something eventually, if the other man hadn’t decided to. But, obviously that hadn’t worked in the guy’s favour and so he had his chance to make the night even more interesting from his point of view. Hopefully hers too.

As she switched seats to get closer, he smiled, idly turning his bottle around against the bar by its neck. There were no complaints when she wanted to sit by him. Only silent victories, really. Even Dean, who didn’t think he had an obnoxious amount of pride knew that he probably held a better shot than the guy that tried previously. Hey, any guy could sympathise with rejection, but some just went on a downhill spiral too quickly. “And determined,” he nodded, “Could be a good trait in some areas.” He teased, though apparently not in finding that in a dive like this one. “Hey, if I ever come across him, I’ll send him in your direction.” He joked, as if it was an actual possibility that he was going to stumble across a comic book character. Besides, if there were someone that compared to Bruce Wayne in the bar, then that might lower his chances of getting laid if she thought the prospects with him were better. So, naturally, he wasn’t looking to point anyone in her direction right now. But, it was all in good fun. Dean had a sense of humour, one that he wasn’t out there trying to hide. He never understood keeping a serious persona all of the time. Even if he was working, it was better to let his humour slip through. Actually, especially in those moments, when it seemed that the darkness of a situation was going to take over. He would much rather cope with humour than bury himself in seriousness. It didn’t take away from how serious he knew a situation to be or how productive he was in his reaction. Right now though, there was nothing serious about a casual conversation and the prospect of sex.

Dean turned on his stool to look at the man she pointed out, a chuckle escaping under his breath. He pretended to consider it with her, as if he was there to help her find someone that could at least live up to those standards a little bit. As if there weren’t a million things wrong with that one. Again, he was sure someone that looked like her could do a hell of a lot better than some potbellied guy playing pool. “I don’t know, his shot’s pretty bad. If you’re into teeth minus coordination, he’s a winner. But, I think you could do better.” He teased and of course, he thought that he was the one that was better. But, that went without even saying outright. In a bar, the conversation wouldn’t be happening unless there was some interest from both sides and Dean wouldn’t initiate it if he wasn’t. So, he didn’t need to come right out and say it. It could all be taken with subtle joking around. And of course, he was looking not to leave alone, but there was fun in leading up to it too. Talking to her hadn’t been a bad idea in the least.

thanks to nodding.acquaintance of caution 2.0

[MINA GREY]

but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be

Humor was always appreciated. Life was just too short to be serious all the time. Even Mina who’d had her fair share of unpleasant experiences in life still had a sense of humor, albeit a dryly-sarcastic one. Still, a sense of humor was a sense of humor, and laughing in the face of misfortune was better than whining. Shit happened, and no matter how bad it got, someone somewhere out in the wide world probably had it worse. At least, that’s what Mina liked to think, and really, all it took was turning on a news station to confirm her belief. Perspective was key to being content with life. The bottom of the barrel was pretty far deep, and Mina was proud to say, she hadn’t quite hit it yet. There had been a few things she’d done and that had been done to her, which made her question if there were any lower levels of life to sink to, but she’d quickly cut the drama and got her shit together. A lot of unflattering things could be said about Mina Grey, but no one could say she wasn’t resilient. Granted, some might liken that quality about her with the quality of a cockroach, but she was much prettier than one for sure. She appreciated him playing along with the game. Mina could really use some fun this fine evening. Some bad news had come her way recently, and it wasn’t the sort of news that a pint of ice cream could cure. Sex with a stranger could possibly be a fix, however. Even just heavy flirting and maybe some fooling around would be better than nothing. “Yea, I guess I can’t take a man with poor aim too seriously. It could mean bad things in bed,” She mused aloud, grinning with amusement and chuckling softly at the other man’s expense. Mina wasn’t an idiot and knew that her conversation partner was the best bet for a good time in the bar. She also knew there were other women in the bar as well, but there was something to be said for presenting a challenge. Men that were confident and able in bed were usually confident enough in themselves to find a woman that would require more than just a look to drop their panties. “Well, I’m flattered you think I could do better,” She offered him a flirtatious wink to accompany an almost sincere tone of voice. There were a few people who would probably disagree with him, but they weren’t present thankfully. Mina tended to rub people the wrong way, mostly other women, but it usually wasn’t on purpose. Usually. “Hmmmm…” Mina surveyed the bar for another candidate but came up short. It would just be too easy to pick on the men for their faults, which didn’t seem like all that nice a thing to do even if it was amusing. “I knew that the homicide rate was up in Lawrence, but I didn’t realize the target population was good looking men. What I’d give for a pair of nice arms and a toned chest…” She lamented with a heavy sigh. Maybe it was uncouth of her to mock the increase of the death in the area, but she death happened whether or not it was mocked. Nothing was sacred or taboo to her really. Some people found it unnerving while others found it refreshing, just depended on the person. Although she wasn’t known to be forthcoming with personal matters, at least Mina spoke what was on her mind for the most part. Mina ran a hand through her thick hair, wishing for something to pull it back. “So, friend, what are you into? Wait, no, let me guess,” A slender finger tapped her purse lips as her brow knitted into furrowed concentration. For all the world, it truly looked as if she was giving it a great mount of thought as to what he liked in a sexual partner. “Ah, I got it. You’re an ass man. Now, if you can overlook the fact she’s a butterface, the brunette in the corner looks pretty good in those daisy dukes,” Mina blatantly pointed at said butterface without any hint of shame. She wasn’t worried about losing his interest; although, if he did go for the other woman, it would be more his loss than hers.

TAGGED: Dean Notes: Sorry this took so long to get to you.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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They weren’t the only two in the bar and while there were more women around, Mina caught his eye. She was hot, first and foremost. The sense of humour added to it, because while not a prerequisite necessarily for a hook-up, it was a good thing to have. It made conversation beforehand better. He was less likely to offend or to have his humour fall flat. Dean didn’t think about his sense of humour before he spoke. He wasn’t the kind of guy that tried too hard. It was just the natural way he spoke, behaved and sometimes that didn’t go over with everyone he met. Not uncommon. He couldn’t get along with everyone. There were plenty of women that would drop their clothes without a word. Dean knew that and had taken advantage of that in the past. Anyone who scoped the bars as much as he did would come across the easy ones and the challenges. A challenge was a little more fun. He didn’t mind working for it a little bit. Especially if it was worth it in the end. That wasn’t to say someone who didn’t have to be asked twice wouldn’t be good in bed. There wasn’t a real determinate there. But, if she didn’t make it easy, there was no way in hell he was going to just turn around and find someone else. Instead, he rose to it. “God no,” Dean cringed, “That’d be a disaster.” He jested, all for a laugh at the man’s expense. It wasn’t as if he could hear them and if he could, Dean probably still wouldn’t care. Except, of course, he wasn’t looking to fight anyone in the bar. He was wanted liquor and sex. What else did people come to the bar for?

He supposed the death rate in Lawrence hadn’t surpassed anyone’s notice. Even people who seemed genuinely normal and while it was attributed to homicide, Dean knew better about the town. He didn’t say anything, of course. And instead of stressing over the death in the town (which he wasn’t going to bother kidding too much about, not when he dealt with it and tended to keep his jokes to the scene), he laughed. “Huh,” he commented, thoughtfully looking around as if to help her find the man she was searching for. But when he came up short, he gave a shrug of his shoulders. Oh, Dean knew what was better and he was sure he would be far better off with her than any of those. But, he wasn’t playing the cocky card with her. He didn’t think that he had to. He doubted that they would have continued the conversation if either one of them wasn’t interested. He wouldn’t have said anything initially and she wouldn’t have given him the time of day. Or at the very least, this conversation wouldn’t have been so mutual. “I’ll keep looking, wouldn’t want you to go home disappointed.” There was a flirtatious smirk to that, because there was absolutely no hiding that he was the one that wanted to keep her from being disappointed.

Dean quieted as she pretended to concentrate on what he wanted in a woman. When she came up with it, he gave a smirk. “What do you know? You might’ve nailed me there.” There was no shame in his response, even if there was always that joking, flirtatious tone there. He wasn’t going to deny that he liked a good ass on a woman either. He looked over at the woman she pointed out, letting his eyes linger, in an obvious way. “She pulls ‘em off all right,” he said, sounding impressed, but then wrinkled his nose a little. “But I’ve gotta look at that face too, could be a downer.” He shrugged his shoulders, eyes going back to Mina yet again. “And here I was hoping the problem wasn’t contagious.” As if there was a lack of both males and females in the bar. He was sure if this didn’t work out, he could find someone that he was interested in. He was never worried about leaving alone if he had his mind set on it. Usually someone came along and he wasn’t bad at convincing a woman to fall into bed with him. But, as of now, he thought the woman he was talking to was a lot more promising.

thanks to nodding.acquaintance of caution 2.0

[MINA GREY]

but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be

It worked in his favor that he hadn’t pulled out the cocky card. Mina didn’t really have a taste for men who were full of themselves. Sometimes, she wondered if there was some Cocky Male Conference women weren’t allowed to know about where they practiced being self-absorbed assholes. Climbing up a pedestal only to be let down by the actual product was never very any fun and certainly not worth her time. Someone ought to tell the cocky men of the world that toning themselves down to a subtle confidence would end better in the long run. That someone on occasion was Mina herself, and pointing that fact out could be quite a lot of fun, but this playful banter was much more enjoyable. Actually enjoying someone’s company as generally preferred over faking it.

Despite the anonymity, Mina felt entirely comfortable playing the “Can You Convince Me To Come Home With You” game with him. In all honesty, she didn’t care what his name was or where he was from. People lied, especially at a bar, so the truth didn’t really matter. What mattered was what people believed, and if they didn’t believe (or ignored) the truth, than what was the purpose of the truth? The answer was that there wasn’t a purpose. That was what Mina concluded anyway after almost thirty years of personal research. The truth meant nothing if no one believed it. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing in some cases. She was better off in life because a good man decided to ignore the truth. People who believed what they wanted to believe seemed happier anyway. So really, maybe liars were on to something the honest people of the world hadn’t caught on to quite yet.

In any case, the evening was turning out to be better than anticipated. “Well, technically, I haven’t nailed you yet, but I’ll think about it,” She commented casually, openly acknowledging the fact there very well could be even more fun-times in store for them in the near future. “Ah, but see, such is the glory of a dark room or a paper bag,” Mina teased, quirking the corner of her lips into half a grin. She wasn’t really worried about going home alone either. Very rarely did Mina Grey ever go home without a companion if it wasn’t by her own doings. Although, life experiences had taught her that going home with strangers could lead to extremely unexpected turn of events. If Mina was more eloquent or patient, she’d consider writing a book about the things she’d seen or been asked to do. Both men’s creativity and, in polar contrast, their lack of creativity never ceased to amaze her. She’d had her fair share of both and in all honesty the jury was still out on what she preferred. Although boring was bad, there was such a thing as too creative. Mina had been a lot of things, but dominatrix was never one of them, although, she did know a few.

“So what brings you here? This is more of a local spot, and I haven’t seen you around before,” Mina felt herself sobering up, but fortunately for him, that didn’t lessen her interest. “Not to flatter your ego, but I probably would have noticed.” This wasn’t entirely true. Mina usually grabbed a beer with her buddy Maddox, and in that case, her attention was just on him. Still, he didn’t need to know that he very well could be a regular, and she just never noticed.

ooc:Sorry this took forever, I've been riding front seat on the struggle bus recently.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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Cocky couldn’t be a hard trait to pick up if you wanted to act that way. Anyone could tackle it. Dean chose not to. Not in bars, while picking up women, anyway. His sense of humour was sometimes on the smug, arrogant side. But, anyone with half of a sense of humour could realise that was what it was. Now, it wasn’t to say that he never acted too arrogant. Because any monster that had ever fought against him would have a different story to tell. He was good at bumping up the arrogance and coming forward with a heavy bravado when he was in a fight. But, as far as picking up a woman and having the possibility of getting laid, he wasn’t an idiot. And if he thought he could just waltz up with an ego bigger than Texas and get laid, then he was wrong. Not that that was his personality as it was. Confidence, however, was never a bad thing. He never understood the need to be over modest. He had plenty of self-esteem and didn’t need to act shy or as if there was nothing good about him. He was sure that there was, but he wasn’t perfect. Everyone had their issues with themselves and faults they didn’t necessarily like. Dean had insecurities; plenty of them. He knew he wasn’t without his issues, but there was a difference between having them and being open about it. Dean was more than happy when people weren’t analysing him that deeply. Tonight, he definitely had confidence and he was attracted to women that had a little bit of it too. It was usually harder to go home with someone that little self-confidence, although he supposed there was that stereotype with none that went home quickly. But they were easily deciphered from actual confident women that knew what they wanted and could have a good time.

Although he was fine with the small talk, Dean knew he was never going to get to know any of the women he met at a bar and they’d never really know him all that well. They might have his name, but that was it. He’d never call and he wouldn’t stick around come morning. Though, most of the women he found didn’t want that anyway. When they did, he found himself with a bit of a problem that was easily solved by never coming back. There were some women that he’d met, that he kept contact with and that he’d even sleep with again if the chance came up. For the most part though, there was a string of girls he’d never see again and didn’t want to. Since he was staying in Lawrence for as long as this case went on, he knew he had to be careful about how many people he ended up knowing. The last thing he wanted was one of those awkward run-ins with a girl that wanted to call him on every little lie that was whispered in a bar setting. Who didn’t lie? They all did. Because, in the end, people usually went to the bar for certain things and he didn’t understand why anyone would be going looking for anything in the long-term. It was just casual sex. Casual sex that didn’t need a lot of outside information. He chuckled, “Well, if you wanna make it a have, I think you’ll get the chance.” Although he said it with that playful thoughtfulness, there was no question that sex was something he wanted in the future. This conversation was leading up to it and he wasn’t ashamed of that, even if they were playing a more subtle game. He knew neither of them could actually have any question as to where it was going.

“A dark room’s boring. You miss out on other fun stuff. And paper bags make that crinkling sound, I figure it’d get annoying.” He replied, as if he had honestly thought that out. “Good to know,” he smirked, when she said that she would have noticed. Whether she would have or not, he didn’t know, but he was going to take the flattery where he could get it. There was nothing wrong with knowing that someone liked what they saw. “But I’m here on work, actually.” He said, and he meant for it to sound mundane and normal. Even though what he did was far from that, he wasn’t going to talk about what he really did and it was better if it was as boring as anyone else’s.

thanks to nodding.acquaintance of caution 2.0

[MINA GREY]

but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be

Casual sex was good sex. However, Mina had nothing against consistency. Things just got complicated when commitment came into the picture. Emotional commitment and expectations always led to a broken heart, which wouldn’t be so bad if it then lead to angry make-up or break-up sex. Sadly, that wasn’t always the case. In this instance of a broken heart and guilty conscious, there was no angry make-up or break-up sex involved. Well, there was, but she just hadn’t gotten to experience any of it. To say she was upset was an understatement, but that’s why she was at a bar talking to a stranger. If Julian got to have angry break-up sex, then so would Mina. So what if he was banging a gorgeous blonde Mina always suspected him of having been in love with…it only bothered her more than she could express in words. That’s what casual sex was for though – sexual healing and stuff. She couldn’t think of a better form of therapy. A stress ball wouldn’t cut it this time, and Mina would be damned if she had to decipher ink blobs or talk about her ‘feelings.’ Discussing her levels of anger, horniness and mild homicidal feelings towards a certain blonde bitch would make for an awkward hour with a therapist. Coincidentally, she didn’t have the money and even if she did, Mina had no interest in paying for someone to listen to her. Therapy was bullshit anyway. Couches were for napping, not for blabbing on about sob stories. So really, it was Dean’s lucky night. To his credit, it was a fortunate stroke of luck for her as well because she couldn’t have revenge sex with someone unattractive. What would be the point of that?

Mina grinned teasingly at him, “I didn’t doubt that.” Sure, she’d assumed as much, but it was always nice to know the object of her conquest was DTF. Mina couldn’t help but laugh in genuine amusement at his assessment of the paper bag idea. “Fair enough, fair enough…” She managed to get out the agreement between soft chuckles and gently shook her head to accent the laughter. “So you’re a lights on kind of guy?” Mina gave him an approving look before continuing, “I guess it’s nice to know you don’t have anything to hide.” The best advice Mina was ever given concerning sexual behavior was do it the first time with the lights on to see what you were getting. The rule could be applied for quite a few reasons, but none she needed to think about at the moment. Such things could be worried about at a later date that wouldn’t be too much later in all truthfulness.

“Work? Well that sounds dull, but I guess there are worse places you could have to go. Although, there are definitely better ones,” She mused aloud, tilting her head as if to ponder about all the places a person could travel for work. “So tell me, what is it you do?” Mina paused, giving him a look as if she actually cared what he did for a moment. However, that moment passed and the serious look broke into a mischievous one. “Feel free to get creative. My personal favorites have been an astronaut and a racecar driver,” She laughed again, recounting some of her more imaginative clients. It was funny how men reverted back to their childhood dreams when allowed to lie about their professions. “Although, you seem more like a James Dean or Marlon Brando type than a Nascar or NASA guy, so maybe you’re an actor researching a role. Sound good, James?” She paused again, taking a moment to turn her body on the stool so she faced him directly and leaned in a little precariously as if to tell him an important secret. An extremely exaggerated look of concern replaced her previously amused look and without asking permission, a hand slipped onto his thigh because clearly that was what worried people did when they wanted to make reassuring physical contact. “Is it alright if I call you James? No disrespect to Mr. Brando, but Marlon just doesn’t roll off the tongue as well. I don’t want to offend you though. I could call you something else or even nothing at all.” As if she was actually concerned he might be offended at being called James. If anything, he should be flattered she’d compare him to the actor. If it wasn’t obvious already, Mina was all for creativity and living the occasionally fantasy for a night or even only a couple hours. It made life better in general. Growing up, Mina had wanted to be an actress and idolized the likes of Elizabeth Taylor and Audrey Hepburn. She’d let herself dream big, and it kept her hopeful for a while. The sad thing about dreams is that they never really worked out when the dreamer wakes or grows up. Go figure.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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There was nothing better than casual sex, not where Dean was concerned. He didn’t want to know anyone on some profound level. He didn’t need to know their name in the morning and if they didn’t know his, he wasn’t going to complain. Sure, there had been a few that he remembered. Because, the sex had been exceptional enough for him to decide that if he ever passed through again, he knew who he’d want to hook up with again. It wasn’t that he forgot every woman that he slept with. But, he didn’t want to get attached or close and he didn’t think sex had anything to do with romantic feelings. It could, if you were into that kind of thing. Dean didn’t lack understanding in why some people liked having that one person and that romance. It wasn’t his cup of tea, but whatever other people wanted, he wasn’t going to frown on it. But, for Dean, it was straight physical contact. He wasn’t becoming emotionally invested in the person he slept with and he definitely wasn’t in love with them. He knew how to separate sex and romance. Love wasn’t something he ever had much experience in as it was. He’d had one experience; one woman that he fell for in a couple of weeks, who’d thought he was crazy and he knew he wasn’t ever going to make anything happen with. And he was fine with that now. And that hadn’t been damaging in the least bit; he never had a breakup that caused him to view casual sex as the way to go. It’d been like that before and after. He hadn’t been the type to make attachments since he was a kid. Even as a teenager when he had girlfriends (because otherwise, he wouldn’t get laid as easy), he wasn’t in it for love or romance. It was sex.

“Nothing at all,” he grinned, because there was nothing that he had to hide. He wasn’t going to go as far as to puff up his ego and say that he was perfect in every shape and form. Because, no one was, and that would’ve been obnoxious. But, he saw nothing wrong with himself and no reason why there would need to be lights. He never understood women that were so caught up in modesty either, not when it came to sex. Sex and modesty shouldn’t have gone together. People had their hang-ups, but it wasn’t worth turning the lights out to keep from getting a clear look. “Better when no one else does too.” Of course he wanted to see the person he was sleeping with. He didn’t need the lights out. And really, he’d like to see the first time through. He’d never get the lights off approach. Sex wasn’t embarrassing. And you were going to end up a hell of a lot closer and more acquainted with each other by the end of the night, so why the hell be modest? Lights being off wasn’t really a requirement. Hell, he wasn’t going to think about it when the clothes started coming off. And a dark silhouette was hardly as hot as seeing someone clearly. Dean had a list of occupations that he could read off when someone asked him that question. He usually had a general answer in casual conversation; scrap metal or pest control, something that he could say he travelled for and wasn’t interesting enough for anyone to ask questions about. At a bar, there was room to say whatever he liked. No one was honest when hooking up was involved, not unless you planned to know the person later.

As she continued on, he couldn’t help but laugh. At least she knew how the game worked and wasn’t expecting some honest answer. Not that he would have guessed her to be that type when he first saw her or when they finally started talking. She hardly looked the naive type that wanted to trust the guy at the bar. Which was great, because, frankly, that type was never as fun. “Offended by James Dean? I wasn’t gonna be picky about what you called me; but you’re giving top choice, so I’m feeling lucky.” He grinned, because who could be offended by that? Being compared to James Dean was kick ass enough that he could get behind that. “Plus, I gotta give you props for going classic and not some tabloid douchebag.” He complimented. She was creative. It wasn’t every night that he had an entertaining conversation with a woman that he wanted to hook up with. Usually, it wasn’t all that entertaining, but as long as the sex was good, he didn’t care about the talk beforehand. A one track mind wasn’t so bad, if it was mutual. “What about you? You got something I can call you?” He had no problem with a lack of honesty. In fact, he thought that was one hundred times better than being honest.

thanks to nodding.acquaintance of caution 2.0

[MINA GREY]

but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be

Creativity had always been one of Mina’s stronger points, for better or for worse. It certainly made lying easier, and without a doubt, it made sex more fun. In Mina’s opinion, creativity was a much more useful trait than intelligence. She’d managed to survive this long in life without much use of intelligence, instead relying on her creativity and street smarts. So if a person didn’t need intelligence or traditional education to survive, what was the point? There was none, at least, not in Mina’s opinion anyway. Even more support for her argument, people tended to appreciate creativity a hell of a lot more than they did some smart ass who could spew out random facts or come off as intellectual. Who wanted to tap a nerd? No one. That’s who. There was nothing that could kill her libido more than an idiot who wouldn’t shut up about the shit he knew from all his extensive education and natural worldliness. It all just boiled down to pretentiousness, and if there was one thing Mina hated it was a pretentious bitch -- the term applying to both men and women.

She quirked a grin at his laughter, pleased with herself for earning it so to speak. Mina did enjoy being entertaining in a good way. It wasn’t her only talent, but it was possibly her favorite, next to making the best-grilled cheese sandwich ever tasted by mankind. However, her grilled cheese making skills wouldn’t really come in handy now unless Dean had an extreme desire for one, and she was going to go out on a limb and guess he wanted something else from her. Lucky for him, his playing along with her games was making her all the more willing to give him that ‘something else’ later in the evening. She was starting to look forward to it as more than just a quick roll in the hay and by hay she meant motel bed sheets or a backseat of a car. That didn’t mean she wanted anything more than a one-night-stand. The fact she was looking forward to it as more than a quickie meant very good and still noncommittal things for the both of them. Getting excited for a hookup usually meant turning that one-night-stand into an all-night-stand that sometimes extended into the morning if they could still feel their legs. Her second best quality after creativity was stamina. Mina couldn’t run an actual marathon, but she would win a gold metal in an Olympic level sex marathon.

“Well, I’m glad that makes you feel lucky. I’d have to question my interest in you if it didn’t to be honest,” She winked at him, only half kidding. Really now, what kind of man wouldn’t want to be compared to James Dean? “Props accepted with thanks. I’m not really a fan of tabloid douchebags. Classics are always the way to go.” Mina agreed with him fully. Sure, the tabloids were good for a laugh, but they weren’t the gospel like some people seemed to treat them. In all honesty, Mina didn’t give a shit about which celebrity was cheating on their significant others or who had gotten knocked up. Most celebrities fell under her categorization of pretentious anyway so they weren’t even worthy of her sexual fantasies. James Dean, however, if Mina ever had access to a time machine, rest assured she’d make her appreciation for his talents thoroughly known. For now, sadly, calling a stranger in a bar James Dean was the closest she’d get to actually nailing him. Truth be told, it was close enough.

And now it was her turn. Who did she want to be tonight? Mina tapped her lip in thought before looking thoroughly amused with herself. “Hmmm…I imagine you’ve had good times with your fair share of Jasmines and Bambis…” She paused, looking genuinely inquisitive for a moment. “What is it with the Disney stripper names, by the way? I never understood that and no one could ever give me a good answer. Oh well. One of life’s mysteries I suppose. Right up there with how magnets work,” Mina sighed, filing away her many questions to be pondered over for a later date. “But what can you call me…” She lightly bit her lower lip in deep concentration before finally deciding. “Aha. I got it. Marilyn. Better yet, call me Lyn for short. I always liked Ms. Monroe. Fun fact, did you know she was a natural brunette?” Mina mused aloud, enjoying the conversation quite thoroughly. Just because they both knew what the end goal was, didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy the process of getting there. “It’s a real bummer blondes have the reputation of being more fun. It’s completely false, anyone who believes it is really missing out.” She’d agree that a one-track mind wasn’t so bad, but so much was lost if things were rushed. Building up anticipation for something that was bound to be good always made the night more enjoyable. Having a few good laughs along the way also made for a better evening. A good time didn’t mean honesty or trust either. She trusted in the fact that neither of them were being honest and that once the night was over, whatever happened between them was also over. Mina knew well enough that relationships didn’t begin at bars, especially not if drinks at the bar led to intimacy in the bed. Any woman who thought that was just plain dumb in her books, and Mina might not be the brightest bulb in the circuit, but she wasn’t dumb when it came to flings.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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Dean wasn’t exactly book smart; never had been. It wasn’t that he was unintelligent, as much as he didn’t care to indulge in books and had never taken school seriously. He was street smart and he was a good hunter, which was what counted. He was sharp and quick on his feet—no one could really doubt that he had his own smarts; it just wasn’t in a nerdy, encyclopaedia kind of way. There were times he was sure he surprised people with what he knew and he honestly didn’t think there was any reason to find him stupid. He wasn’t. He just didn’t spend all his time buried in various books unless it adhered to the hunt he was on. When it came to school, as a kid, it didn’t matter as much as what he was learning at home. It wasn’t as important as learning about monsters or how to fight them. He knew more about guns, cars and the supernatural than most, at least. So what if he didn’t know all about literature or history. He knew enough. Dean didn’t know what the big deal about book smarts was. It was handy when it came to Sam; sometimes his random information helped, but that’s what made him a good team with his brother. They had skills and knowledge that varied from one another. That was enough for him. Teamwork didn’t really rely on two people being identical.

“Good to know neither of us have to start with those questions,” he said, in reference to her proclivity towards the classics. Tabloids didn’t interest him in the least bit. He hardly paid attention to celebrity news, unless it was right in his face. And like anyone, he’d seen covers of tabloids at register counters and flipped through the news, catching onto the latest gossip without meaning to. But, he honestly didn’t care. And sure, he had his share of actors he liked currently, but not as far as personal lives went. He liked movies, and some actors just sucked where others didn’t. He loved old movies though and the classic actors were a hell of a lot better to be compared to. And James Dean was a badass. Why wouldn’t he want that name used in reference to him? He didn’t care if they ever used their actual names. He didn’t know the odds of seeing her again after tonight. The sex, he imagined would probably be good. He couldn’t tell from meeting someone. There’d been disappointments and surprises when it came to sex with strangers. But, he had a good feeling about her and that was saying something. She didn’t seem like the type that was going to bore or disappoint once they got in between the sheets. He was looking forward to that and by now, it was good odds and he didn’t feel like he was taking a leap of judgement by saying that they were probably going to sleep together. Whatever she wanted to be called, he’d call her. He wasn’t looking to get too personal, because Dean wasn’t like that with anyone. Most flings lasted one night and he never saw the person again. Of course, being stuck in Lawrence meant that he ran the risk of running into the same people more than once. He worried about it a little, but it wasn’t too bad. Lawrence might be pretty small, but it wasn’t so tiny that he was going to for sure run into women he’d already slept with. And for some it wouldn’t matter if he did, but for others, he’d just rather not.

Frankly, Dean didn’t know or analyse the use of Disney names. “God, I don’t know, maybe it’s a little girl dream or somethin’. They didn’t quite become what they wanted, so they settle for a stripper princess or something.” He shrugged, because he wasn’t sure why it was Disney. “And Bambi wasn’t even a girl.” As if it really mattered much, although he had no idea why Bambi became so popular amongst strippers. He didn’t care either, because the last thing he was concerned about was what they were called. It wasn’t like most of the women he slept with were that concerned over his name either. Dean knew they weren’t and they didn’t need to be. “You learn something new, I guess,” he chuckled when she informed him on Marilyn Monroe’s natural hair colour. “Good choice,” he added, because she Marilyn Monroe had definitely been hot and he had no problem calling someone that, especially where sex was involved. “I wasn’t buying it. But, if you wanna prove ‘em wrong, I’m here to see.” Of course, he was already sure that she was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. If their conversation was any foreshadowing of what the rest of the evening was going to be like, then he figured there were good times ahead. They were clicking well with their sense of humour and it wasn’t all the time that Dean got along as much with someone just talking at the bar. Usually, he threw out the pickup lines when talking failed and hit the bed quick. But, in this case, he didn’t mind the back and forth before they actually got down to it. It didn’t mean he was going to see much of her again, but for now, he wasn’t in any rush.

thanks to nodding.acquaintance of caution 2.0

[MINA GREY]

but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be

For what it was worth, Mina had absolutely no intention of ever seeing him again after tonight. Even if the sex was good, she wouldn’t want to meet up for a round two. That being said she suspected it would be good. Hence the fact Mina’d stayed this long chatting him up. If she thought it would be bad she’d already be long gone by now. Bad sex was never worth losing a good night’s sleep. Some might argue that any sex was good sex, but Mina begged to differ. There were few things worse than expecting an exciting romp between the sheets and receiving an uninspiring shag. Just because she was good at faking didn’t mean she enjoyed it. It was always unfortunate when someone didn’t live up to expectations. Some people could be coached into having better sex, but for some, there was just no hope. Mina felt bad for them, but she felt worse for herself when she had to sleep with them and pretend it was good. She really should have become an actress. In a way, she already was, but just not the kind that ever got to walk the red carpet. As for the events of this evening, it was very safe to say they’d be sleeping together. The details were still blurry, but Mina wouldn’t be taking him back to her place. Her bed was a sacred area in which no sex with strangers was to take place. Also, it was easier to leave someone else’ bed and go back to her unoccupied one than to kick some sleeping asshole out of her house if they didn’t feel like leaving at her convenience.

Lucky for him, if they did end up running into each other again, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. Mina wasn’t one for drama. She’d have no interest in making a scene if they saw each other after a fling. Why waste the energy on something that didn’t matter? In all honesty, she didn’t understand women who thought going home with a stranger they met that night indicated some sort of commitment between them. However, since she was not one of those women, Dean was safe from having to deal with a jilted psycho later. At least, if he did have to deal with a jilted psycho, it wouldn’t be her. Mina couldn’t speak on the behalf of the other women he would sleep with during his time in Lawrence. As for herself, Mina hadn’t actually slept with anyone in Lawrence since arriving. All her jilted lovers were back in New York, and she prayed to any god that would listen to her that they stayed there. Well, she prayed that one in particular stayed there because it would be bad news bears for Mina Grey if he ventured down to Kansas. However, she wasn’t thinking about that or about anything other than her new friend James Dean at the moment.

“Maybe, I dunno. I always thought it was weird. They were never names I would ever pick. Although I did know an redhead who went by Arielle once, and I thought that was kinda amusing,” She commented on his assessment of the Disney names before moving on to the next topic of interest. That said topic of interest being the talents of brunettes. Mina couldn’t help but grin a little mischievously at his willingness to prove the rumors wrong. Challenge fully accepted. If there was a brunette who could represent their hair color well in a dual of sexual talent, it would be Mina. “It’s real nice of you to give me the chance to prove them wrong. Such a gentleman,” She purred happily, eyes alight with an impish glint. It had been a while since Mina got to make someone moan her name, and she was looking forward to it. However, the conversation was fun. It would be a shame to end it too soon, and a little more anticipation building wouldn’t kill them. Mina was enjoying being able to chat freely and about topics she knew pretty well. It was tiring to have to fake knowledge or interest in a topic. This sort of conversation was easy and enjoyable. Refreshing was a good way to describe their banter. Mina was actually having a good time – a really good time. This was the first time in a long time Mina felt like she was being herself with someone. Of course, Mina wasn’t being honest, but she certainly wasn’t acting. Coincidentally, just because she wanted to keep talking didn’t mean she wanted to keep talking in the bar or with all their clothes on. “So…” With a careful pause, Mina decided to venture into more straightforward territory. “…if you’re just in town for work…I take it you’re staying in a hotel?” Because they sure as hell wouldn’t be going back to her place. She also wasn’t going to bang in the backseat of his car. Mina had to keep some class, and she wouldn’t be giving anyone else a show. The last time Mina had slept with someone in a car had been back in high school. She had no intentions of doing such things again. Backseats were cramped anyway and left little room for more expressive fun. Now, the hoods of cars were different. However, going back to the not wanting to provide a show, she doubted there was anywhere private enough they could go for such things.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

long way from home,

I was inside looking outside. the millions of faces. But still I'm alone. Waiting, hours of waiting. Paying a penance

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The idea situation was to meet a woman, hook up and never see her again. There were exceptions to the rule, but they were rare and far and few between. It was how he liked it. He didn’t want to connect, attach or otherwise get to know the person. He was in it for the sex, not for some deep commitment to someone else. It was probably one of the very last things he needed or wanted. He wasn’t lonely or craving a real relationship. He wanted to avoid them like the plague. It wasn’t his thing. He was a hunter. It was easier to roam, to drift into people’s lives for less time than it took them to blink and disappear again. Most of the women he slept with wanted the same thing and if they ever thought differently, he was never around long enough to find out. Generally, in a bar, he met with women a lot like him. They weren’t looking for a commitment either. He had nothing against those people that sought out commitment. If it was their cup of tea, then who was he to stomp all over that? It could be theirs as much as flings that meant nothing could be his. Dean didn’t stay in one place too long anyway, so he rarely ran the risk of running into the same woman twice. Since his job in Lawrence wasn’t expiring anytime soon, however, the risk was increased, but he wasn’t too worried about it. Tonight, he wasn’t letting himself worry. He was going to have fun and forget the alarming death rates and lack of answers. There was time enough for that later. It wasn’t as if his cases were going anywhere. They would be right there in the morning, ready for him to pick up where he left off.

“Well, you got me, I don’t know.” Dean chuckled. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to find sexy about Disney characters. But, y’know, not usually paying attention to their name.” He wasn’t going to lie about it. Both of them already expressed that real names didn’t matter and he assumed, from their conversation thus far, that she was the type of woman that understood no attachments and how meaningless a name was if you had other things in mind. Dean was judging on looks and sex. In the morning, neither would care about the other and most likely, he would be gone by then. Dean didn’t expect to see her again after tonight. He assumed that when they were done, even if it was excellent sex that he would go back to his motel and never run across her again. There was a chance, since he was going to be in town for a while and Lawrence wasn’t exactly huge, but it was still big enough that he didn’t have to run into the same people day after day. Not unless they happened to work where he was frequenting. But someone in a bar? It was easy not to cross paths twice. “It’s your lucky night, not many gentlemen like me out there.” He teased, and the thought of him actually being a gentleman caused him to laugh quietly. Sometimes conversation was meaningless and kind of boring. It was just a bridge to get to the sex. Sometimes, there was very little chatter beforehand. It all depended on how forward the woman was or how forward he was feeling. And usually, he could assess the type of person he was dealing with quickly. This time, he liked her sense of humour, so he wasn’t in a rush to end the conversation as eager as he was (naturally) for sex.

“You’re not wrong,” Dean began, because it wasn’t that easy to just invite her back to the motel. In fact, he couldn’t quite do that. He wouldn’t offer her place, however. There were enough cheap motels around and he could hit one up for a few hours if he wanted. It wasn’t that he couldn’t go back to his own, because he could. But, it might not be his wisest choice. Sam was likely to be there reading (brooding) and he couldn’t remember if the weapons and books were scattered around or put up. That was the last thing he wanted to bring a woman into, especially not someone who was presumably normal. There was something alarming about weapons in a motel. Not to mention, Sam wouldn’t take too lightly to him kicking him out so he could have sex. Not that he hadn’t utilised a shared motel room for that before and wound up with an awkward moment or two. “Let’s hit somewhere new. I’ll get the room. My other one’s got a business partner hanging around.” He already had been vague on what he did and why not be on who he worked with. And he figured it was understandable, not that he thought he needed to excuse it either. Who would complain about him dishing out his hard earned fraudulent money on a room. He didn’t see any reason for Marilyn here to complain. They knew that this whole thing was founded around not telling the truth, so why should a room that wasn’t really his be any different? Sex was sex, wherever it happened. Though, having plenty of room and privacy was always better. Not that he minded sex in the car, because that was awesome too. The bedroom left more options.

thanks to nodding.acquaintance of caution 2.0

[MINA GREY]

but my dreams aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be

If Mina was anything, she was forward. Not much intimidated her, and not much could throw her off her game when she was actually putting forth effort. When in her element, such as a bar picking up strangers for casual sex, Mina could be smoother than any clichéd comparison. She could handle dishonesty and acting and casual affairs like a pro. It was only when emotions and commitments and expectations came into the picture that Mina got tripped up. In all truthfulness, Mina didn’t know how to deal with guys that wanted something other than sex from her besides family. That wasn’t to say that all the guys that wanted sex weren’t good guys. Some of them were quite pleasant and fun, and she didn’t mind spending time with them pre and post getting it on in between the sheets. However, that time was of course limited. There were very few gentlemen she wanted to spend time with after nailing them. Mina didn’t really do ‘friends with benefits.’

“I guess it is my lucky night,” She offered him a sly grin, “I don’t imagine there are many gents’ like yourself out there, especially not in this town.’ Mina chuckled to herself, mentally disagreeing with the statement because there were plenty of men like him out there in the world. Just the right amount of cocky confidence, devil-may-care-grin and a nice leather jacket…yea…Mina knew the type. Hell, she’d slept with a few and had rebuffed a few. Fortunately, he was the only one of his type at the bar, and Mina’d be lying if she said he wasn’t good looking. Not that looks accounted for If it meant anything, he was the only gentleman she was concerned with tonight. It was, however, a bummer about his hesitance about the motel room. That was a little bit of a buzz kill and more than just a little bit sketchy.

Mina offered him a funny look, “A business partner? That doesn’t translate into…like…” She decided against delivering the punch line about there being a dead hooker in his hotel room. That probably wasn’t a good way to make friends, joking about dead hookers and all. “…nevermind…not gonna go there. I guess I’m alright with that as long as you’re not the next Ted Bundy or anything. That would be pretty sucky for me. I personally think I’m way too pretty to get wasted by a serial killer. Granted with my luck…” She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh, even shaking her head a little. “I guess I’ll take a chance on you seeing as how it is my lucky night after all.” It was a good thing he hadn’t offered her place. Back in her prime, meaning her early twenties, she’d bring home the occasional coed for casual sex, and it was always incredibly awkward. Naomi had never mentioned being uncomfortable with having strangers in the apartment they shared during Nao’s college days, but it wasn’t that hard to tell she’d been unhappy about it. Mina felt that they were both a little too old for her to be that irresponsible and inconsiderate anymore. Besides, Mina was supposedly turning over a new leaf here in Lawrence. Tonight was just something of a slip-up due to emotional distress. In terms of dieting, ‘James’ was her figurative Twinkie, and no dieter wanted to risk their nutritionist walking in on them stuffing their face with Twinkies. Hence, for all those reasons, they would be going to a cheap motel for a few hours. Best of all, he was paying. She really didn’t have a problem with that in the least.

“Now, seeing as how I’m not one to beat around the bush much, you want to go scout out a place to get to know each other a little better?” She commented while sliding off the bar stool, mildly curious to see how serious he was about having a one nightstand. Mina quirked her lips into an amused grin, “That is…unless you’re all talk. In that case, I’m heading out anyway because I’m not one to waste my time either. Even if you do have such a purdy mouth, I don’t plan on talking all night. Not really my style, you know?” She did have work in the morning and places to be, people to see. Mina didn’t wait around for anyone all that often. Some might call it giving up easily, but Mina preferred to view it was moving on. She saw no reason to hold onto something that didn’t want to be held. Mina took a few steps away from the bar to give him room to slid off his stool and watched him with an expectant expression. Either way, she planned on having a good night after leaving the bar - whether that be due to a good night's sleep or a good night's lay was up to him.

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