Dean Winchester (pre-series) (
followstheorders) wrote2012-07-22 02:43 am
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In the light of day.
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.
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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"What about you? Anything you'd want to be doing if you weren't running your own bar?"
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He shifted a bit, tossing an arm along the back of the bench as he considered the question. "Well, maybe still on the road, myself. Used to play in a couple bands... gave it up awhile ago though."
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Nathaniel's answer makes him smile for real. Playing in a band. What guy doesn't dream of that? It was kind of cool to meet someone who'd actually done it. "No kidding? That sounds like a lot of fun. I always thought it would be cool to play in a band."
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He grinned a little wider at Dean's interest. "It was, yeah. I mean, I bet it would've been more fun if we'd landed a big record deal, but..." He didn't really regret it.
"You play anything, Dean?"
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He shook his head, a little embarrassed. "I can play a few guitar chords, but I never had the time or the resources to really learn. Seemed like fun, though."
"I'm sorry the band thing didn't work out for you." His smile softened a little. "Well, maybe not completely sorry since I probably wouldn't have met you if you were a big record star."
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"Besides, you're right. Got to meet you out of it and it's been fun so far. Hey, maybe if you keep playing all your cards right, I'll even let you play around with my guitar." He flashed a playful look.
"See how good you'd have been."
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The guitar comment made him blush a little. "Dude, I'd probably make your guitar cry."
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His grin lengthened a bit at the blush and he leaned in a little closer. "Guess it's good you got me for some tips, huh? Promise I won't laugh too much. Maybe a little though."