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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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[ 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.]

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[ 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)