030: [Location: Buffy's castle/ Accidental Visual] we're not in Hell anymore, Toto--

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Every morning, Dean Winchester awakes to the smell of fire and brimstone and rotting flesh, the sounds of screaming and pleading, the sight of things so gruesome the human mind couldn't even begin to imagine them. He takes his morning walk, and then goes to his office, where he starts his work. It's not pleasant work, not by any means, but he does get enjoyment out of coaxing whimpers out of those who are sent to him. He always gets the most stubborn souls, you see.

This morning, he wakes up in an entirely different place. Even as a demon, Dean Winchester hates to wake up in a place he doesn't know.

He doesn't think, just rolls out of the bed he's in and heads for the door (where the hell is he, a castle?), immediately getting lost. This is around the point that the tablet turns on, showing Dean wandering the castle with a rather lost look on his face-- lost, but irritated.

In fact, at one point, when he opens a door and it leads to a room that has nobody in it, people watching the tablet may see a flash of black in Dean's eyes. It's gone a second later, though. Must have been a trick of the light?

[ooc: Dean's glitch! Go go go~]

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[location: the castle]

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For a moment, Dean is confused. Buffy? He hadn't seen Buffy in years. And now she's here, and she looks like she hasn't aged a bit since the last time he saw her. Of course, this realization only takes seconds, and after those seconds, he figures that he'd better play along for the moment.

"Uh, yeah. Just, uh. Lost." Dean flashes her a grin. "Big castle."

[location: the castle]

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Chalking that little pause up to early morning slowness, she smiles back, that tiny hint of concern vanishing from her features with his explanation.

"I keep forgetting you've never lived here before-- where were you headed? I can give you incoherent directions."

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... Well, crap. Where would he be going?

"The kitchen," Dean replies, and there's definitely something off about this whole conversation. He's noticing it, too, so he's trying to adjust as quickly as possible. Interact with the human, it's not that hard. "You heading there too?"

Jeeze. Awkward.

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This is certainly a lot more stilted than usual, but maybe she's just tired? That's probably it. She nods in confirmation, starting to walk again, in the direction she'd been going previously, which is towards some stairs.

"Yeah, I was planning on making something resembling coffee, except with enough syrup to take down a... wild boar. You want some? Coffee, that is. Syrup is optional."

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She's not immediately suspicious, so Dean's relieved, somewhere. His brain's moving a million miles a second, planning out what's going to happen, trying to dig deep enough to remember how to be like he used to be. Buffy can't be suspicious, or this'll never work. Granted, he wasn't expecting to be tossed back into Taxon when he went to sleep (or whatever it was he did down there) but hell, why not work with it?

A malicious grin spreads across his face when Buffy walks off, and Dean follows, shoving his hands in his pockets. Banter. Right, that's what he and Buffy used to do. He still does it, just... not pleasantly.

"I'm thinking bacon, actually, but yeah, coffee's good," Dean lets a beat go by, then: "I'll never get the syrup-creamer-whatever thing. Sam puts a bunch of crap in his. Must be a chick thing."

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Alas, if Dean were a vampire, she would be able to sense it with her funky-supernatural-slayer-fu, but as far as demons go she's oblivious, so she continues to lead the way, glancing over her shoulder at him, at intervals.

"Bacon's also good. I think we have bacon." She chuckles a little at his observations on coffee-- credit to the demon, he's not doing a terrible job. "What's to get? It tastes better when you put a ton of sugar in it, which is the case with most things-- and Sam never seemed that girly to me. He's all tall and... manly."

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He makes sure his expression is natural, just in case. Can't have her looking back at him and spotting something suspicious.

"Damn straight we got bacon," Dean replies. If he was right, and he was living there, obviously there was bacon. Jeeze. Even as a demon, he's a huge fan of bacon. Not that... they get bacon often in Hell, but. "You didn't grow up with the kid. Sammy's a regular emo kid."

Oh, Sam is plenty manly. But he does have girly drinks.