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Who: Dean Winchester & Denzel Crocker
When: After their first conversation
Where: Bar
Style: Brackets
Status: Closed

[ Dean couldn't seem to put his finger on the reason, why. Maybe he just missed easy banter. It'd been so long since he and Sam had communicated in a way that wasn't strained or awkward. Maybe the guy reminded him of the science teacher who hadn't immediately labeled him as a 'complete screw up' or maybe, Dean just wanted company. An excuse to not sit in his room, staring at the wall, drink in hand.

Of course, here, he'd still be drinking. However, at least he wouldn't have the excuse of drinking himself into an oblivion. And as each day passed, numbing his feelings and trying to find some kind of relief at the bottom of a bottle seemed more and more tempting.

So who cared if this Crocker guy was off his rocker? Who cared if he believed in fairies. Weirder shit, existed out there. The point was, this guy would provide a welcome distraction.

Sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, Dean taps out a quick message. However, to be honest? The guy had seemed so out of it, it would be a surprise if he showed up at all. ]

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[Like a moth to a flame saying there where fairies at the bar was a guarantee way to draw Crocker anywhere. It was a compulsion the man would never get rid of - EVER. Besides fairies in a bar wasn't any stranger then fairies in a bathroom. Which back home he has heard them in the bathroom. That and there was that one fairy that had been flying around Vat... Opening the door to the bar Denzel pops in with his Fairy Incacertor strapped to his back and the gun like part between his boney fingers. He was dressed in white and black. White button up shirt with a black tie. Along with black dress pants and black dress shoes and to top it all off, black greasy looking hair. He also had a noticeable hunch, however one may assume that's from the device on his back.]

ALRIGHT FAIRIES I'VE GOT YOU NOW!

[Pointing the nozzle of the gun in directions.... as he himself turns about looking for signs of something. He really knows how to make an entrance?]

Edited 2013-01-07 02:49 (UTC)

[ Despite the whirlwind of utter craziness that has burst into the bar, Dean barely bats an eyelid. Picking up his beer bottle, he takes a nonchalant sip, glancing sideways at Crocker. ]

You might wanna tone it down, there. You'll scare them off.

[ What was he even saying? Dean quirks an eyebrow at the strange contraption strapped on to Crocker's back. ]

Though you were a scientist, not some wannabe ghost buster.

[Denzel was being rather quiet after his initial introduction like he was using a sixth sense to try and pick up a trail..... However, the scientist remark pushes a button.]

DON'T YOU EVER compare, I, MR. DENZEL CROCKER to one of them. [Tch]

[His understanding of a scientist hasn't evolved beyond a stereotype despite a few people saying magic was a science on their world. Considering, every other scientist he happens upon in this fishbowl are like the ones from home that don't believe in magic. That and he couldn't wrap his head past the stereotype without meeting one of those scientists besides himself that treats magic like a science. That and scientists where still the ones that destoryed Crocker all those years ago. Getting past a grudge is rather hard for him.]

[ Dean inwardly cringes at the volume, turning around on his barstool to observe the guy more closely. He sure was taking himself a little too seriously. And to be honest, Dean wasn't sure what Crocker was referring to. A scientist or a ghostbuster?

Frankly, Crocker looked as though he could be either. ]

You mean a ghostbuster?

[ Well, he did have that weird vacum sucky thing on his back, so. ]

[Denzel is very slowly inspecting each inch of the bar with his eyes and some kind of weird intuition. That comes after years of having been in such an odd universe not to mention Timmy Turner. Denzel speaks to himself as he pokes around the room. His finger on the trigger of gun mechanism.]

Ah now - NO! Darn it! [His attention now on Dean. His glasses reflect in a rather evil nerd kind of way.]

Huh? No, I meant the other one. [Speaking in distaste. Before a tone beat.]

I wouldn't call myself a ghostbuster either seeing as this device is for - FAIRY GODPARENTS! [As he does his impossible spazz of three.]

[ Well, damn. Someone's got issues. Dean follows Crocker's gaze all around the bar, vaguely wondering what the guy was searching for.

Oh, right. The fairies. ]

Alright, alright, I won't call you a—

[ Thinking better of it, Dean tries another tactic. ]

... So what are you supposed to be anyway? And could you quit yelling already? You're not gonna find no fairies if you carry on making that racket.

[There was something fishy about those fairies.. Something very indeed... Before stopping his concentration on the task at hand]

......I'm not exactly sure... [Scratching a finger on his head]

Truth seeker I suppose? Never thought of a title for myself and my hobby.

Alright, if you think you're the expert what do you think I should do? [Humor him Dean]

Truth seeker, I like that. [ Dean replies, after mulling it over for a few moments. ] Listen pal, you ain't gonna find truth anywhere besides the bottom of a bottle.

[ And with that said, he empties his own. ]

I think you should sit down, have a drink and really open your mind up. [ He means, get drunk, Crocker. ] You'd be surprised what you can see and hear when uh, drinking the good stuff.

Let 'em come to you. If they think you're not interested, they'll find you. Reverse psychology and all that bullshit.

[ Dean's not drunk yet, but even as he's saying these words that make no sense whatsoever to him — mainly due to the small fact that his conversations are littered with the term fairies — he can feel a pleasant buzz. ]

You do? THANK YOU! [Twitching his body momentary] Oh, no. Don't call me your pal.

[Before blinking and staring at the empty bottle] I'm afraid I don't understand. Why would truth only be at the bottom of a bottle? [Before rambling on to answer his own question] Unless of course you mean genie bottles in which case -

[Though as Crocker asks the question apparently Dean was one step ahead. Denzel stands there, well hunching over as always looking rather nervous and uncomforable.]

I'm not much of a drinker of that stuff.
[It was true as insane the man is, he's rather stuffed shirt. Though doesn't mean peer pressure won't do him in either. His self confidence or rather lack of can be rather heard in his vocal]

[There's a beat]
How deceitful I like that. [An evil nerd grin spreading across his face.] FAIRIES! [A random tick]

Edited 2013-01-08 21:43 (UTC)

Yeah, don't mention it. [ Dean gives him a sideway glance, mildly surprised. ] It doesn't actually mean ... Nevermind. You got it, Crocker.

[ Well, necking beers was probably a bad start for the guy. Dean motions to the bartender and puts in another order; one for himself and a rather special one for Crocker. Beer wouldn't cut it anymore. This situation called for straight up, whiskey. Soon, there's a bottle of Walker and a tumblr placed in front of Dean. He takes the bottle and pours himself a slug, watching silently as another drink is placed in front of Crocker. ]

Figured you wouldn't appreciate beer so I've ordered you a Long Island Iced Tea.

[ Which had four types of alcohol in there. That drink packed more of a wallop than several beers combined. Most non drinkers fell into the trap thanks to its harmless name. Dean suddenly grins, raising his glass in a toast. ]

Oh c'mon. Don't be a spoilsport. Let's have a drink and you can tell me all about these ... fairies. And I'll tell you about my uh, memories?

Edited 2013-01-09 03:28 (UTC)

[Denzel watches from behind his glasses at Dean. His frown unchanging.]

I'd rather be a spoilsport - [Which is when his interest is perked and picks up the 'Long Island Iced Tea' to toast with Dean. After all with a name like that there can't be any alcohol in it. One may wonder if it's the Ghost Buster like machine on Crocker's back for the reason the man is hunching over in his seat or the lack of back support on the bar stools]

Alright. Let's see where to start. Where to start. [Pondering with glass being held with both sets of boney fingers as he let's the nozzle hang to the floor. The man mumbles to himself not yet touching the glass to his lips]

Edited 2013-01-11 18:46 (UTC)

[ Dean takes a sip of whiskey, hiding his smile behind the glass. Ha, that drink gets them every time. He waits patiently for Crocker to begin. After all, it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be. Rather this, then going back to an empty apartment. A few minutes pass and then suddenly Dean perks up. He'd just remembered an old story that Crocker may find interesting. ]

Hey, you like fairies, right? I've met one before.

Oh?! [His seeming to perk up. He found other world fairies just as interesting after. As the man has read up some and even seen one. His interest in Dean's story keeps the glass from touching his lips but rather sets the glass down.]

Do share.

Alrighty. [ Pouring another glass of whiskey for himself, Dean takes a sip before leaning forward and lowering his voice as though he was about to tell Crocker a great big secret. ]

It was a while back. I was walking down this street on my way to meet a friend and suddenly I hear this noise. I look over and catch the sight of this beautiful fairy ... She seemed real sad to me. So I went on over and asked her if she was okay.

[ Dean pauses, glancing at Crocker for his reaction. ]

[Denzel leans in as Dean says 'this noise'] Oh?

[Before turning rather perplexed] Why would you ask that?

[ Okay, colour him surprised there. ] Because I was worried?

[ And also, it's an opener for operation: get into pants, but like hell, he's going to admit that. ] Wouldn't you have done the same?

[Denzel shoots Dean a look and mumbles] I don't understand you people and caring about some fairies feelings. [Stating rather coldly like a scientist would a test subject]

[There's a beat] That's a plain silly question. No, I would had captured her first and asked questions later.

[ That earns you a laugh, Crocker. Not to mention a friendly slap on the back. ]

You dog. That's real kinky of you and all, but I'm a gentlemen. I like to buy my girls a drink first.

[ There's a pause, and now he's giving Crocker an odd look. ] The way you said capture ... You don't go around with a friggin' net or something, do you? 'Cause that'd be weird.

[Denzel cringes at the laughing. He does not like to be laughed at.] STOP IT! GAH! [At the slap the skin on his back tenses up and Dean well felt a lot of bone. Crocker remains tense in the face even after the intial slap is over with. Basically he's pulling his lips up to one side. As Dean goes on Denzel's mind is spinning. Dog? I'm not a dog. Kinky? What? Buy your girl a drink first?

Are we even talking about the same thing?]

Are we talking about the same thing?

[Pause] Yes, is there a problem with - ...that. [Grumbling a bit at the end there]

[ Well, he hadn't been expecting that response. Embarrassment, maybe. Quiet smugness, sure. But that? What was with this guy, anyway? Oh yeah, fairies.

Clearly, he was way too sober for this.

Taking a long drink, he puts his glass down and takes a closer look at Crocker. ] Figure of speech, man.

Buy your fairy a drink, I mean. Makes them ... more likely to cooperate. I thought you would have figured out by now that drinks are what get the magic started.

[ He inwardly cringes. Man, if Sam could hear the shit he was spouting right now ... He'd never live it down. ]

[Denzel's mind was swarming more then usual. First he thought they where on the same subject then something told them they wheren't and now. Crocker just twitchs and gnawes on a pen in his shirt pocket for a few moments.

Before pausing, from being nuts. The peer pressure would not go away. Crocker eyes the Long Island Iced Tea. Well it's just a Long Island Iced Tea, right?

With his boney fingers Crocker begins to sip the drink.]

That a boy.

[ Dean chuckles, downing his own. Although he had built up a pretty high tolerance to alcohol over the years, he needed to slow down here. A glance at the bottle by his side indicated that he'd already drunk well over half of it, the word had gotten a little fuzzy around the edges and he was pleasantly buzzing. ]

So the fairy, yeah? After a bit of talking, leads me to this place where her uh, fairy friends were having a ... gathering.

[Denzel has no idea what alcohol tastes like after all he's such a stuffed shirt and hasn't any tolerance. His lack of body mass wasn't going to help in this. So, after a few good sips, he sets the glass down or the 'the tea'. The world was getting a little blurry he wasn't exactly sure what was going on.]

Fairy? Gathering? Geraldine?

[If you thought the man didn't make sense when he was sober well being drunk... even less sense.]

[ Dean raises his eyebrows in a dude, what the fuck you talking about now? manner. This guy was making less and less sense by the minute. Whatever, though. Nothing much made sense in their conversation anyway. Might as well go with it. ]

Fairy gathering. [ Stupidly nodding now. ] And sure, one of 'em might have been called Geraldine ... [ Not that Dean ever remembers the names of the girls he hooks up with. ]

Lemme see ... There was Chrissy, Abby, Lyla, Antonia and oh! The queen fairy. [ The one with the huge knockers but hey, he won't mention that for now. ] Her name was Janey.

[That's when Crocker busts out sobbing. When Dean says Geraldine. Like that guy who had that bad break up still loves someone deep crying. Crocker leans on Dean.]

[ And Crocker's response surprises him, yet again. Dean's kinda at a loss on what to do. He allows Crocker to lean against him and lightly pats him on the arm in what he hopes is a comforting manner. He wasn't really good at comforting people, chicks yeah. But strange, probably crazy dudes? Yeah, that was Sam's area. ]

You alright there, buddy? What's wrong?

[Denzel continues to sob his heart out with crying hysterics and somewhat drunk as Denzel is hiccuping. The comforting helps as Crocker calms a bit. At least enough to speak.]

I miss her.

Why - [hiccup] did she have to [hiccup] leave me?

[ Her? Holy hell, he's talking about a chick? That in itself was a miracle since Dean had honestly believed that the fairy obsessed dude was actually a fairy himself. ]

What was her name?

[ It's not as though Dean could relate. He was the love 'em and leave 'em type. He'd never really been on the receiving end. ] ... Did she ever give you a reason?

[Once upong a time and many moons ago, Mr. Crocker was young and a different person.]

Geraldine.

[There's a long silence, between Denzel not wanting to go on but also really starting to lose focus and consciousness.]

Yes.

[Where as Crocker was the guy who got married lost her somehow and still wears the wedding ring years later and doesn't look for anyone else. Expect he never got to the marry part...]

Edited 2013-01-23 23:42 (UTC)

Geraldine? Was she hot?

[ Probably sounds a bit callous but honestly, that's the first thought that pops into Dean's head and due to the amount of alcohol he's consumed, he doesn't really think twice about blurting it out. ]

[How dare that man say that about his Geraldine. It was besides the point that they haven't been going out for thirty - three years. Denzel was still madly in love with her still and to ask something like that. Like some drooling hound dog. Crocker's drunken depression quickly switches drunken rage.]

HOW DARE YOU ASK THAT ABOUT HER!

[pathetically Denzel attempts to hit Dean on the torso with his fragile arms. In other words back off Dean you're coming onto my woman! Expect she's single now but details.]

Edited 2013-01-25 22:59 (UTC)

[ Crocker's reaction doesn't exactly faze him. After all, he's dealt with much worse. ]

Hey, take it easy. I didn't mean it like that, okay?

[ Except, that he did. Dean picks up his glass, takes another drink, giving Crocker time to calm down. Crocker's weak attempts to hit Dean doesn't even upset the whiskey in his glass. Dean doesn't attempt to move or stop him either. He patiently waits until Crocker's tired himself out before asking; ]

Feel a little better?

[ Who knows how long he'd been holding on to those pent up feelings. ]

[Denzel doesn't even get a chance to answer. He does try. However, the alcohol coursing though his veins and Crocker's lack of weight, passes out on Dean.]

What the hell?

[ Using his arm to support Crocker, Dean was surprised. The dude hardly weighed anything. He'd registered the fact that the guy was thin as a rake but he never thought that Crocker would be this feather light.

No wonder he could barely hold his drink. Dean glances at the bartender, who's still at the other end of the bar, paying them no attention. He'd probably seen more than his fair share of patrons slumped over after drinking too much.

... But Crocker had barely finished half of his drink. ]

Hey, c'mon Crocksie. Don't pass out on me. [ He attempts to gently shake Crocker into consciousness but to no avail. The guy was out like a light. ] Damn.

[Unfortunately, Dean was right his guy did hardly weight anything. Even with the titanium monsterosity on the man's strange curved back. It was a good thing for Denzel that he was such a stuffed shirt and alcohol did not appeal to the man on a usual bases.... being pressured or tricked into it well that's another thing entirely.

Dean could say fairies even at this moment, which would usually get the thin man jumping and twiling well... He was out cold.

This fella cannot hold his liquor.

So, Dean now what?]

Edited 2013-02-05 22:47 (UTC)

[ Well, damn.

Ten minutes later, Dean was pretty much lost. Crocker was out for the count and it's not as though Dean could just leave him there, slumped over the bar. On the other hand, he had no idea where the guy lived. Which only left one option; carry Crocker to his own apartment and let him sleep it off there. Carrying Crocker was easy enough since he hardly weighed much. Although that didn't stop him from feeling a little self conscious at carrying a comatose man in a labcoat through Vatheon.

Once safely in his apartment, Dean places Crocker on the bed before fishing out a beer from the fridge. Settling down on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table, Dean pops the lid and takes a sip.

It was going to be one long night. ]

[Who knows how much time passes before Denzel begins to try and toss and turn in bed. That mechanism still strapped to his back prevents that. However, Crocker rolls onto the fall and crimery. The splitting headache he has, if the man could think straight he may wonder if he has an ax or arrow though his head. Splitting headache.

Denzel turning almost a literal green rushes to his feet and to the bathroom in a zip zag path. Though he was trying hard to walk straight before starting to vomit in the toliet. What could had caused this? He spots punking for a moment to catch his breath and drinks from the faucet.]

Edited 2013-02-08 03:40 (UTC)

[ Dean barely had time to blink. Before he knew it, Crocker had shot to the bathroom. Wincing momentarily, because Dean of all people knew how hurling your guts into a toilet bowl sucked, he makes his way slowly to the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of painkillers on the way. ]

Take it easy ...

[ Something tells Dean this is a first for Crocker. He gives the bottle of painkillers a shake as though to catch the other's attention. ]

Take two of these and get some shut eye and you'll be good as new come morning.

[That noise. That painful noise.] Do you mind? [Denzel turns around almost whispers back. He still couldn't figure out exactly what happened but Denzel did as instructed any questions Crocker had where lost between the split in his head. Before heading back to the bed, the man also manages to unstrapped the strange device off of his back and flops onto his side.

Morning came and as Crocker awake most of last night well he couldn't remember but at least he didn't feel as bad but springs awake when he notices this isn't his bedroom.]

Where am I?!

How'd I get where I am? I only remember going to the bar last night and looking for that - FAIRIES! [Twitching in spot]
...And then... and then....

[At least his clothes are still on?]

[ Dean figured it was best to leave Crocker to his own devices. If he wanted to just sleep it off, then that's what he'd let him do. And so, Dean spent the night alternating between taking sips of beer and dozing on the couch. It wasn't all that comfortable but he'd slept in worse places.

Come morning, it was Crocker's voice that woke him up. He opens his eyes and blinks, gazing blearily at the man in his bed. He didn't quite understand what Crocker was saying, well, nothing except the word fairies which seemed to be the top word in the man's vocabulary.

Oh whatever. It really was to early for this. ]

Hey, at least you got your clothes on, huh?

[Denzel jumps at the other voice, he hadn't seen Dean there. Before just sorta staring at the other man. What was that suppose to mean?]

Of course I have my clothes on why wouldn't I? [Before becoming wide eye where was his invention the man flips around in circles before he stops it on the floor]

How'd I get here?

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[ The look on Crocker's face was enough to make Dean laugh out loud. This guy was ... Well, naive would have been an understatement. ]

I carried you here after you passed out at the bar. [ Dean shrugs as though it was a normal thing. And then, because he couldn't resist; ] A real shame too. The fairies came after you went comatose.

[It wasn't so much being naive more just simply not thinking in that way. At all. Crocker side eyes no one really] Passing out I don't remember passing out and why would I pass out?
[After all he wasn't drinking alcohol.]

DRAT! [Stomping a foot]

Well, you kinda chugged that drink down pretty fast. [ Dean stands up, stretching before walking over to the fridge. ] Don't let the name fool ya, it had a shitload of alcohol in it.

[ Opening the fridge, Dean takes out an old pizza box. ] You know the best cure for a hangover is pizza. Or a greasy breakfast. Runny eggs and fatty bacon ... and all the good stuff.

[ Taking out a slice, he holds it up for Crocker to see and innocently asks; ] Want one?

[Then from the stunned awake Denzel relaspes and feels sleepy again but this time on the account of no caffine in his system and his mood dips down more]

But I thought you said - You deceitful son of a - I like that. JUST DON'T DO THAT TO ME AGAIN! [No coffee makes Crocker more irritable]

[Beat] You wouldn't happen have to four cups of coffee around? [His eyes squint over at the food. Yuck. Food.]

I'LL JUST HAVE THE [bleeping] COFFEE! THANK YOU VERY MUCH! [Grumble grumble]

Edited 2013-02-12 22:43 (UTC)

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