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Who: Dean Winchester & Barry
When: After this conversation.
Where: Bar.
Style: … Brackets?
Status: Closed.

[ Perhaps, he was moving a mite fast. Being in a new place and all, a little caution wouldn’t have gone terribly amiss. But his usual instincts, that hunter part, urging him to stay forever vigilant was fast being overridden by the growing concupiscence she’d evoked within him. There was something about her, for sure. Though for the life of him, he couldn’t put his finger on what that may have been exactly.

After all, he’d met pretty women in his time; conversed with them and more often than not, taken them as bed mates. It was all fun and games, no harm done. It was almost … habitual. See a honey, flirt up a shameless storm and then, move in for the kill. He had no preferences other than smokin' hot. When encounters were that casual, he figured it was okay to be superficial. There was nothing of any real substance there anyway, even during those rare times when he stuck around for pillow talk.

She on the other hand, had piqued his interest in another way entirely ...

He’d found the bar easily enough. Inside, it was quiet, almost private; the tired looking bartender, more absorbed in his task of polishing glasses than showing any real interest to his patrons. After ordering his drink ( ‘Leave the bottle, pal.’ ), Dean settles himself down at the far end of the bar, glass of whiskey in hand. Glancing at his watch, he concluded that she’d soon arrive; the angelic beauty with the killer cleavage.

Only then did it occur to him that he never did ask for her name. Not that names mattered, really. They were just two strangers in a strange world. ]

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[ Barry walked in not too long after Dean did. It wasn't hard to spot the rugged hunter and he made a point of smiling just a touch secretively as he walked towards him. Barry was wearing the same light grey dress he'd had on earlier and a cape was over her shoulders, lined in fur. She had the air about her of a cultured business woman, delicate, but with an air of attitude about her that made her seem a bit stronger than what she was. Above all she was beautiful and had the curves to make any man swoon after her. For now though Barry's sight was focused on Dean. ]

I see you found the place all right.

[ She stood beside him, not yet taking a seat at the bar. ]

[ He hadn’t been waiting too long, when she walked in. Glancing over when he felt a presence hovering by his side, he takes a moment to drink her in, an appreciative smile flitting to his lips. Turning halfway on his stool, he finally manages to tear his eyes away from her body and meet her gaze. ]

Couldn’t miss it. [ He makes a careless gesture towards the bar stool next to his. ] Would you like to take a seat? Or would you rather do this on a table?

[ Sloppy words, shameless innuendo. He regrets nothing. ]

[ Barry smiles sweetly and takes a seat on the stool making sure to move in such a way that it makes it nearly impossible to not tell what's under the dress. ]

Do you like what you see?

[ The comment made it hard to tell whether Barry meant the bar or herself. ]

Can't complain.

[ Dean gives a little shrug, the smile still playing on his lips. A picture of nonchalance betrayed only by his rapidly dilating pupils. He nods over at the liquor bottles on display. ]

Name your poison.

Sex on the beach.

[ Barry smiled sweetly at Dean as she answered. The implication was more than obvious, but Barry didn't really need to be completely subtle with Dean either now did she. ]

I like your taste.

[ Interesting choice of drink. He'd seen girls chug that down, the message, loud and clear and always the same; they were up for some fun. Dean motions the bartender over and gives the order. It isn't until the drink's placed in front of her and the bartender's well and truly out of earshot that Dean swivels around on his stool, so he's facing her. Lowering his voice, he gives her a wink. ]

Except, I would ... hold the beach.

I'm sure I'd like yours more.

[ The smile would have been hard to hide on Barry's face. She leaned in a bit, which of course revealed more of her cleavage to him, up close and personal. Yeah those were real, and her skin looked as smooth as silk. ]

And what would you replace it with?

[ Usually, he'd keep the banter going, at least a little while longer however, this time ... He inches closer, hand lightly resting on her arm, smirking lips ghosting over her skin, dangerously close to the corner of her mouth. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, intimate. ]

Wanna find out?

[ Barry's smile is slow and sexy on her face. She reaches out and rests a hand gently on Dean's upper leg putting just a small bit of pressure there. ]

I'd love to.

[ And that's all the incentive he needed, really. His lips brush hers gently before applying pressure and parting slightly, whiskey soaked tongue, slipping through and teasing hers. ]

[ Barry sighed into the kiss as her mouth parted for Dean's tongue. The movement was fluid as if she knew exactly what he was about to do and was more than ready to give herself to him. Her hand came up to cup Dean's neck and play with the short hairs at the base. ]

[ Dean's hand moves to cup the side of her face, the other finding its way to the side of her hip and resting there, lightly. He deepens the kiss, getting a taste of her, tongue going from gently teasing to a little more demanding now. It had been a while since he'd been physically close to a woman. All those days spent, lonely and frustrated since he'd gotten back in the game had left him craving warmth and human contact.

Everything he needed tonight, she was more than capable of providing him. ]

[ Barry was more than willing to offer it, and so much more if Dean was willing. He was smart enough not to push the human too far. Dean was promising to be fun and he didn't want to break his new toy right away. Besides Johnny would recognize the carnage as his own if he did decide to take full advantage of Dean's talents.

[ For now she settled with returning the kiss. Had they been in a booth she would have been in his lap by now, but as they were on stools she could only get so close without moving.

[ She did eventually pull away a bit right as the bartender set down her drink. ]

I don't think we'll be able to finish this at the bar.

[ Her voice was low and husky. ]

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sorry I keep switching pronouns D:

It's all good /o/

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