dontforgetpie: (Really now?)
Dean Winchester ([personal profile] dontforgetpie) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs 2014-11-26 09:36 pm (UTC)

Gabriel happens to catch Dean mid-drink and he glances over before swallowing and lowering the glass back to the bar as he hastily wipes traces of foam off his upper lip. "Just got here."

It's a lie, but it rolls off Dean's tongue as if it were the truth. No hint of deception. And it was a little lie, as things went - the sort people told each other every day so that nobody felt guilty over something trivial like somebody having to wait more than two minutes for them. He shrugs, offers a smile that doesn't quite cancel out the wariness in his eyes, and signals the bartender to bring another drink.

"Hope you like beer."

Dean waits a beat before sighing and ruffling his hair with a hand. "So what do you want?" It's not exactly the most tactful opening, but in Dean's line of work people didn't usually ask you to grab a drink with them unless they wanted something from you or they were good enough friends that they might as well be family. Gabriel didn't fit into the latter category, and it left Dean a little suspicious. Could the guy seriously have been in Heropa for more than a month and not have any better options for drinking partners than Dean?

"Just saying. We're not exactly friends and I kind of have a hard time believing there aren't other people here that you know better. I mean. Hey. If you're offering help or whatever, fine. But let's cut the bull."

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