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[dontforgetpie]

WHO: Dean Winchester and Gabriel "Sylar" Gray [closed]
WHERE: A local bar in Heropa
WHEN: The evening of November 23rd
WHAT: Gabriel asks Dean to meet him to drinks. Profit?
WARNINGS: Standard Dean warnings. Language, etc. Will update as needed.


It only takes Dean about ten minutes to get to the bar he'd mentioned to Gabriel. He'd been in the area and the 30 minute timeframe was more of an arbitrary thing than anything else. Dean takes a seat at the bar, angling himself towards the door so he'll know when the other man gets here.

He's suspicious of the invite, even if they had managed to run into each other a few times before now. And it's not like Dean doesn't have an ulterior motive in agreeing to meet up with Gabriel, but he's still not given to trusting strangers and he has no freaking clue if the man has any abilities other than the one he'd advertised. Dangerous abilities. Because it wasn't like Dean walked around advertising that he could talk to animals, but that ability was harmless enough on it's own and he'd done his level best to not publicly advertise his flammability.

Dean presses his mouth into a line as he waits, checking the time once on his phone before waving the bartender over and ordering himself a beer and some loaded cheeseburger sliders that caught his eye. He glances over at the door a few times while he waits for the beer, gives a nod and a smirk to the cute waitress as she walks by him, making sure to keep his imPort tattoo hidden. There are certain kinds of attention that he's definitely not interested in being on the receiving end of. Especially when he's waiting for someone and can't exactly just get up and walk out.

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[gabriel_gray]

Gabriel takes his time; he has half an hour so he takes it, doesn't want to seem rushed, because that might convey some idea of ulterior motives, and when he arrives it's in a fresh new suit - the benefit of having spent a little while in the city - and none the less looking remarkably casual, hands in his pockets, shouldered rolled back, taking in the place almost idly as he steps through the door.

He doesn't scheme, or plan his way out, that's not really his thing. He thinks on his feet, and it's kept him alive so far, at home.

But planning ahead takes control, and it's difficult. Brushing up with Dean to make friends is just one of the ways he intends to get closer to people. Fire is a wonderful power, it would be aggressively offensive, and it's exactly the kind of thing he's going to need if he's going to evade capture around here. If he's going to be up to it the next time he has to protect himself from Peter.

He makes his way across to the bar, having spotted Dean, and slips into the chair beside him.

"Keep you waiting long?"