In the light of day.

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Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.

Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...

Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.

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[rockandscotch]

"Sounds like you fed him well then. Where is he now anyway?" He gave a short laugh and turned his attention back to their breakfast. "I'll remember to not ask you to cook anything too hard while you're here."

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"School. Stanford." Dean frowned a little. Dangerous territory for the conversation. Of all the things he didn't want to talk about, Sam taking off was right at the top. "I could learn to cook. I just never really have to time or opportunity."

[rockandscotch]

"Impressive." Judging from the frown though, Dean might not think so. He decided to follow the subject change and nodded when Dean went on. "Well, feel free to use my kitchen anytime you want. I can give you a pointer here and there, maybe."

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It was impressive. Hell, Dean was proud of the kid. Heartbroken, but proud. Still, not what he wanted to talk about right now, so he was glad when the conversation moved on. "Yeah? I might take you up on that. A guy can never have too many skills."

"Then maybe I can impress you with my cooking someday. Fair's fair."

[rockandscotch]

"I'm not gonna argue there. I haven't had someone else cook for me in awhile." He flashed a grin over at Dean and, once he thought everything looked down, went to plate their breakfast.

He moved over to the table and placed the plates down, taking a seat across from Dean. "What other skills do you have anyway?"

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When it looked like things were getting close to done, Dean got up to pour them both some coffee. He set one mug down at Nathaniel's place and took his seat across from him. The plates Nathaniel set down for them were fantastic. The food looked great and smelled better. "Thanks."

"Me? Well, I'm a pretty good mechanic. My uncle taught me to track and hunt things in the woods. My dad was a Marine, so I'm pretty good in a brawl..." He trailed off and shrugged. Most of his talents weren't exactly impressive to normal people. "I'm an awesome poker and pool player."

"And pretty good in the sack." He grinned.

[rockandscotch]

"My dad used to take me hunting when I was younger... haven't gone with him in ages though. You like it?" He took a bite of his food and flashed a playful look across the table. "I'll keep the brawling in mind in case I ever need some help."

He gave a teasing grin before bringing his coffee mug to his lips, taking a sip. "I'm not gonna lie about the other."

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"You know... I like the tracking part. I'm not so keep on the actual shooting. I'm good at it, but not real fond of the idea of shooting things I don't actually need to kill." Dean didn't mind shooting things that were trying to kill him or someone else, but deer just didn't fit that bill. It was Bambi, man!

[rockandscotch]

Nathaniel let out out a soft snort at that, nodding. "Yeah, guess it's not for everyone. When's the last time you tried to go hunting anyway?"

It's not actually Bambi!

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"I dunno... I guess if I had any use for a dead deer it would be different, but there's that whole lack of cooking thing going on. Never mind figuring out how to clean it." Considering all the weird shit he'd seen in his life, one might think he'd be used to blood and guts all over the place. To a degree, he was, too. Animals were harder, though. They so rarely pissed him off like monsters and people did.

"Hmmm... last time was two years ago, maybe? My uncle took me and Sam out."

[rockandscotch]

"Guess you're right... if you're not doing it for the meat or the sport, then there's probably not a lot of fun in it." Though he'd enjoyed it, the times he'd gone with his dad, he hadn't really had much desire to go recently.

"How about your brother... how's he feel about it?"

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"Sam's... pretty firmly against it, actually. Last I talked to him he was on some kind of California hippie vegetable kick." Dean shrugged.

"What do you hunt for? The meat or the sport?" Nathaniel didn't seem like the hunting type to him. Then again, Dean's idea of hunting was skewed by the hunting he regularly did.

[rockandscotch]

"Hippie vegetable kick. Take it you're not a fan?" He flashed a brief, amused look and shrugged at the question.

"The sport, mostly. Haven't been in awhile though." And it wasn't like he was exactly expecting any hunting trips to be happening anytime soon. He'd been a little too focused on his business recently. "So, from what I've gathered and what you've told me... you like drinking, brawling, sex, and old rock." He paused. "And your car. Anything else I should know about you?"

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"I'm more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy."

He nodded at the answer. Dean could understand enjoying the sport of the hunt. God knows he did. He smirked a little and shrugged. "Not much else to tell. I'm an easy read kind of guy, I guess."

[rockandscotch]

"I'll keep that in mind." He brought his mug up to his lips, finishing up the last of his coffee.

"Nothing wrong with that." Though he was looking forward to talking with Dean more, getting to know him besides what he'd been told... "Now let me handle the dishes and we can go out for a bit... or whatever you want to do. If you want to go through that music I told you about while I do that, it's all down the hall, to the right."

Along with a couple guitars and a few photos of his old band he still had left laying around, but he was trusting Dean not to mess with the rest of the stuff without asking.