013: [Location: Central, Kaylee's Ranch // Visual] Come Sail Away

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

In the middle of the Central district, on the edge of Kaylee Frye's Ranch, is a familiar '67 Chevy Impala. And sitting on the hood of that familiar '67 Chevy Impala is a familiar face, relaxing and basking in the sun. The admittedly fake sun, but hell, Dean's not complaining. He's got a cooler full of various alcoholic beverages sitting on the ground next to his car, a basket of fruit sitting next to him on the hood, and the casette he's got playing in his car's set to various classic rock songs.

All in all, a perfect setting for hanging out.

His tablet's switched on to visual without his realizing, so people watching will be able to see part of his face, the beer bottle in his hand, and the open sky above him. Occasionally he sings along with the song in the background, though it's usually low and under his breath. He's not exactly craving company, but hell, he wouldn't mind it.

[any and all are welcome. C'mon. Even if you don't know him!]

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

It probably would've been doomed from some dime-a-dozen apocalypse, anyway.

Those are always fun. Dean misses banter, and Buffy is giving him his fix. "... Tentacle slime? Nasty." He makes a bit of a face, because Dean's mind automatically goes straight to the dirty things.

Worth a try. She might get it out of him someday, but he's already had a heart-to-heart today, and isn't looking for another one.

"Bigfoot stole it, actually."

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

True. Also, Buffy is always happy to provide banter, it's one of her primary functions in life.

"Tentacle slime was really only on exceptionally bad occasions. Most of the time it was just your good old fashioned horn--" She was just about to say horny, when she realised that there are some words you cannot put 'y' on the end of. "--ed. Horned and tailed kind." She too makes a face, and tries to wash away horn and/or tentacle related thoughts with beer.

"Darn that pesky Bigfoot-related crime-wave that's been going around lately." She smirks, well acquainted with flimsy excuses and not wanting to talk about things. "Okay, I'm dropping it."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean's too. Fighting monsters really has no charm unless the banter is good.

Oh, Buffy, you're only fueling the fire. Dean almost inhales some of his beer when she cuts herself off, because that was way too hilarious to pass up. Horny tentacle monsters. Fun. "Must've been a barrel of monkeys."

Oh, good, Dean's glad. He wasn't running out of excuses, not by a long shot, but they were getting more and more unbelievable. "What, you don't believe me? Bigfoot's totally a klepto." Dean chuckles.