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[b][u]One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer[/u][/b]
Dean sits in the bar, drinking some whiskey. He finishes it, slamming the shot glass back down and ordering another.
"You know Dean, drinking won't solve your problem."
Cass, an Angle of God appears next to him, in a suit, covered by a trench coat. Dean looks over at him.
"And how can I help with my own problem?"
"Well, you could get your ass out there and help."
"Hey, Cass finally learning to cuss right!"
Dean smiles as he down another shot and orders yet another.
"Serouisly though, what do I need to get this thing off me?"
"The Book of the Damned. And it's codex along with a very powerful witch."
"Sounds fun. Where do I start?"
He downs the shot, not ordering another.
"If you can get all three, I'll handle the other things and help with the Hell raising into Heaven ordeal."
"Fair enough."
Cass disappears, without Dean knowing.
"Well, I think I could get-"
He sighes.
"Dammit Cass, tell me when you're leaving."
[spoiler]Open, beginning to a subplot that will affect the future main plot, all depends on how it plays out....[/spoiler]
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"That's alright..." He softly pulls her head up from her hands and kisses her. "Hey, I love you." Dean smiles.
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[b]She sighs[/b] [i]"I know that..."[/i]
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He kisses her again and pulls her into a hug. "One more drink together before I pull a team together and head off?"
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[b]She sighs[/b] [i]"Yeah, one more"[/i]
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He smiles and calls over a bottle of whiskey.
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[b]She waits for it to be brought over, and once it is, she pours to shot glasses of the drink[/b]
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Dean downs the shot quickly. "I swear, after a while, whiskey feels like water."
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[spoiler]finally, lol[/spoiler] [b]She downs hers, not really seeming effected She pours them each another[/b]
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[spoiler]Lol sorry, almost slipped my notifications [/spoiler] Dean downs another as well. He wasn't affected, just slow.
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[b]She downs hers faster than him, already puring them both another shot She downs the third shot glass, reaching for another[/b]
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He stops her. "Jupiter, getting drunk won't help." Dean smiles at her.
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[b]She downs one last shot, a drunk glaze had succumbed her[/b] [i]"Who's to say it won't?"[/i]
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"I am. I'll be fine....just want you to be when I get back."
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[b]She smiles, the alcohol getting to her[/b] [i]"I'll be fine, don't worry"[/i]
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He smiles back taking the bottle of whiskey and chugging it. Dean smiles, drunk. He burps loudly. "That's....how you get drunk. For when I'm gone."
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[b]She giggles, bubbling with excitement as she takes it from him, gulping down a few mouthfulls[/b]
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He chuckles and reaches for the bottle.
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[b]She gleefully hands it over[/b]
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Dean takes the bottle and chugs it, Jupiter counts roughly 45 seconds of pure drinking.
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[b]She watches in amazement[/b]
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He slams the bottle back down on the tabel. "Ugggghhhhh..." He hick ups a few times.
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[b]She giggles at his plight, as she takes it, and does the same he did[/b]
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[spoiler]Lol how big is this bottle?[/spoiler] He watches, eyes half closed.
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[spoiler]I have no idea[/spoiler] [b]She finishes after a bit, the bottle empty[/b]
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[spoiler]Kek[/spoiler] "Well....that's the bottle." He smiles and faceplants the table.
