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[location: John Everton's House] [OPEN TO ALL!] BLOCK PARTY!!!

The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people resist, though. Food, drink, Dean's music, kittens? Okay, and an ex-vampire, but that wasn't his fault.

Pushing that thought away, she continued laying out the food and the carefully crafted warding spells that would protect it from the kittens. They had been given run of most of the patio, but not the yard, and not the food area. That meant they'd still be popping in and out of people's laps, but at least they wouldn't do it to plates.

When everything was ready, Charlotte ran up to change into skinny jeans, a crisp white button down and a ridiculously shiny pair of cowboy boots. Not unlike Dawn, not that she knew it, Charlotte was having too much fun with the fashion options the replicators afforded. Properly armored for the event, she headed back to the patio to wait for their first guests.

OOC: This is an open event, folks, anyone should feel free to tag in, even if they just discover the party. Start a new thread with a label if you want or just tag in on another thread. Feel free to hop around, too. IT'S A PARTY, PEOPLE! Also, this will go on as long as people are interested, so backtag all ya like. We know people will be in and out all weekend. Have fun, drink all the booze.

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"Would you believe I found it this way when I moved in? And he picks up his socks, too. Very nearly the perfect man, I swear." She put her hand out to John who, she thought, looked a little trapped with two women in his space. "I'm Charlotte and this is John. Welcome to the party."

"No kidding. You sure he's on the up and up?" Cassie asked, glancing over at John with a small smirk.

She nodded politely. "It's nice to meet you."

They seemed friendly enough and it's not like they were bombarding her with doozens of questions that would lead to her sob story. Really wouldn't want to bring the party down like that. At least wait till they were drunk. As if on cue, her stomach rumbled a little and her cheeks flushed.

"Shit, I'm sorry," She muttered.

"Not a problem, just means you're hungry like the rest of us," Dean's voice comes from behind John and Charlotte. He's investigating, like the nosy dude he is, and it's obvious he has no problems with just barging into the house or the conversation.

"You looking to starve us, Mr. and Mrs. Host?" Dean jokes easily, sipping his beer.

Dean's comment has earned an eyeroll from John, then he nodded. "Right. Food. Time to see if I made that grill functional. Pleasure to meet you, Cassie. Don't let these two scare you too much. They're harmless."

With that, John makes his escape, a plan now firmly set in his mind. Make food.

Charlotte watched John flee with a mock scowl. He was really doing so well, she wouldn't scold him. For now. Instead she turned to the others and shook her head. Only then did she realize what Dean had said. "Not Mrs. Really. That's Ms." She bit her lip. "We aren't married."

She was very glad John was gone and couldn't hear her babbling about it.

At that familiar voice, Cassie smiled, looking to the hunter. "Thought I saw your ride out front," Cassie said, jutting her thumb back towards the door she just entered through. She nodded then watched as John skedaddled from the small group.

"But you are together, right? If you don't mind my asking. Fuck, that's rude of me. Hasn't even been five minutes yet," Cassie sighed, giving Charlotte an apologetic look.

Oh, hooray, food! Dean hadn't been expecting John to go so quickly. But it gets him food, so he's not complaining.

"You thought right," Dean replies, grinning at Cassie. Charlotte, though? Her reaction's a bit weird, and Dean raises an eyebrow at her. So they aren't married, but they've got to be together, considering the whole kissing thing he'd walked into earlier.

"Yeah, they're together. I think. Unless I'm completely wrong, but that's only on rare occasions," Dean remarks, still watching Charlotte. "How about we get the answer from Ms. Host, herself?"

"Yes, we're together." Charlotte didn't normally blush in social situations. Too much training as a child and too much professionalism as an adult, but this turned her an attractive shade of pink. "Just not married. We've only known each other a few months." A remarkably few months, counting New York and Taxon, to be living together and being mistaken for Mr. and Mrs.

"Oh. Heh. Sorry about the nosing. I wasn't thinking," Cassie said, her own cheeks flushing and she bites her bottom lip. Wetting her lips, she looked from Charlotte to Dean and back again.

"I keep being a pain in the ass. Anyone mind showing me where the drinks are? I was a fucking idiot and forgot to hatch myself a water bottle as I was driving around," Cassie asked.

"No need to apologize. I'm still getting used to it is all." And John would go saying serious things about love and confusing her completely. "Combine that with getting used to this place and it's a bit of an overload."

She turned to Dean. "Would you take Cassie out and show her around, maybe introduce her to some of the less intimidating guests? And then maybe give John a hand with the grill?" She smirked. "I know that's a man thing."

"It'd be my pleasure." Dean replies to Charlotte. He offers his arm to Cassie, grinning at her. "And it's definitely a man thing. One of the manliest things. Try not to get into any trouble, Charlie."

And he'll be escorting Cassie to the drinks, if she'll be letting him. C'mon, Cassie, let Dean treat you like a lady.

"Nice to meet you, Charlotte," Cassie nodded to the older woman then rolled her eyes, looping her arm with Dean's.

What's this 'lady' Dean speaks of? Surely, Cassie is not one of these. They have big, fluffy dresses and hair that was not fixed by natural means.

"You keepin' outta trouble?" Cassie asked Dean, having not seen him in several days.

Humor him, Cassie.

"Yeah, mostly. Had an epidemic of angels-turned-human, but other than that." Dean replies. He doesn't even mention his hand, which is still in a cast. It's on the arm that's currently holding his beer and not looped in Cassie's, so she'll probably notice it.

"Angels turning human? That's fucked up," Cassie replied, arching an eyebrow comically.

She notices the cast when he lifts the beer to his mouth, taking a drink. "Get in a bar fight?" Cassie questioned with a small smirk, eyebrow still arched.

"No kidding. Imagine having to deal with them. They usually don't eat or drink." Facepalm.

The mention of the cast on his arm makes him grimace, but only for a second. He glances at her and flashes her his best, charming smile. "Something like that."

"You have some weird friends, man," Cassie sighs, shaking her head.

She notices the grimace and bites the inside of her cheek. "Bet the other guy got worse than your hand, huh?" She asked with a smirk, glancing to find where the drinks were, not exactly close enough to Dean to be snagging sips of his beer. Besides, Cassie isn't really much of a drinker.

"Story of my life."

Oh, Cassie, if you only knew. ~~Dean actually got beat up by a wall.~~ He gives a chuckle and nudges her. "Damn straight. Guy got the beating of his life."

He'd share if she reached for his beer. She doesn't, though, so Dean leads her to the table that's got the drinks laid out on it. "Take your pick."

Cassie chuckled softly, letting him have his 'I totally beat this guy up' story. Better than the alternative. "Weird story," She smirked.

At the drinks, she reaches forward, releasing his arm to pick up a bottle of orange soda, twisting the cap off, taking several long swigs. By the time she's finished, a good fourth of the bottle is gone and what's funny is that she doesn't care that Dean just saw her chug like she'd just come in from the desert. "Ah," Cassie says with a small grin, glancing over at Dean.

"Hey, uh, my engine's sputtering a little when I speed up, you mind taking a look one of these days?" Cassie asked. It's not like they had a mechanic they could take their vehicles to. And Cassie knew next to nothing about how the engine ran.

Definitely better than the alternative. Also, Dean gets to look cool in front of a girl. Win-win.

Dean will be watching as she downs the soda, and even if she did care, she wouldn't have to worry. That was impressive. Dean is totally amused and impressed all in one neat little package, and he snorts when she says that. "Part camel, huh?" He teases, grinning.

Also, Cassie? You just made his day.

"Yeah, sure. Lemme know when a good time is and I'll give it a look over." Dean replies, grinning widely. Awesome, a chance to get to mess with a car that's not his. He loves his baby, but he knows her inside and out. A new car actually presents a challenge.

She chuckled, ducking her head a little. "Sue me. I forgot to get myself something to drink while I was driving around." Cassie took another sip, then looked around slowly. There were a few people. That Gwen lady that she talked to on the tablets. The one with the space ship. Apart from that...she didn't know anyone.

"Daytime, clearly. Within the next few days, if it gets worse, I'll scream at you on the tablets," Cassie replied with her own grin.

"Hey, no. Color me impressed, that was amazing," Dean says in response to her defense. "I haven't been able to do that since I was a teenager. Which, ouch, that makes me sound old. Forget I said it."

He's glancing around the party too; he knows quite a few people here, the result of nosiness, mostly. And he's thinking Cassie needs to get out in the open.

"Yeah, alright. I'll hunt you down soon. Might not be tomorrow, since I don't do hangovers well." He links his arm in hers again, and tugs her gently in the direction of the people.

"C'mon. Ms. Host told me I'm supposed to be introducing you, so that's what I'm gonna do."

Her cheeks flush at his being impressed and she bites her bottom lip a little. "I'm sure you could do it again. Just...not with beer. Soda, maybe. Waa-ater," on the last word, her chugging came back to haunt her in the form of a belch. Face the color of a tomato, Cassie's hand lifted to her mouth and she chuckled. "Fuck, excuse me."

"Nah, definitely not tomorrow," Cassie said, breathing a small laugh at his linking arms again. "I wouldn't torture you like that."

When he tugs her in the direction of the strangers, she's a little hesitant, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from protesting. "Oh boy. New people," She mutters, looking a little less than anxious.

Oh, man. Not only can she chug like a champion and cuss like a sailor, but she can also belch like that? That's officially amazing. He's not laughing at her to be mean, but hell, that was great, and Dean has to cover his mouth to stop from ~~giggling like a little girl~~ chuckling.

"Soda's the best for that. I'll work on it," Dean remarks. He's still grinning when she lets him link arms again. She doesn't look too thrilled at the prospect of meeting new people, so Dean nudges her. "Loosen up, sweetheart, or the other kids are gonna be just as stiff."

He's completely at ease, and he's hoping she'll follow his example. Now, who to talk to...

When he started to chuckle, Cassie couldn't help doing the same. "Anything you can drink while swallowing a lot of air, really," Cassie nodded with a chuckle. "Milk burps? Not so good," She added, scrunching up her nose.

He noticed her nervousness. She was hoping he wouldn't. Buuuuut, he did. Glancing over at him, a glimmer of vulnerability. "Kinda hard to, given how I'm not really the social butterfly you are," Cassie muttered, trying to take a deep breathe and exhale slowly. She took another long sip of her orange soda.

Look. Up ahead.

It's a Kaylee, completely with beer bottle accessory.

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