Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 24, 2014 20:22:04 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE NINETEEN.
"4021" the blond recited as Dean punched the last digits of her number into his phone and snapped it shut. "Alright Cynthia, you are in there" he announced, flashing her a charming smile. "Now which of your special talents will you be doing in the audition?" She began rambling cheerfully about singing broadway songs in the exact imitations as the original stars who sang them. Dean focused on her stunning appearance rather than her words, careful not to let his eyes linger too obviously. It was while he was moving his eyes up from her shapely legs that he noticed Sam. The younger Winchester was sitting at a table in the back with a pile of newspapers, waving manically in Dean's direction, trying to get his attention. Dean spoke over whatever Cynthia was saying presently. "Will you excuse me for a minute? I'll be right back." He snagged two beers from the bar on his way past, sauntering lazily towards his brother and sipping from one in the process. "What?"
Sam took the other beer and set it aside without a single drink, his expression intensely concentrated. "I found something." "So did I." Dean raised an eyebrow suggestively. Sam rolled his eyes and flipped the top paper around so that Dean could see the headline. "A happily married, newly wed couple, Ann and Mark Tolesca, were found murdered inside their own home two nights ago. All doors and windows were locked from the inside." Dean glanced longingly over his shoulder at the blond still waiting for him, then heaved a heavy sigh and slid into the chair opposite his brother. "And what makes you think this is our kind of thing and not some freak human homicide?" Sam seemed to be waiting for the question. He pulled out their father's journal and pointed to the page that it was open to. He pointed to three different dates, all underlined. "Dad noticed the same kind of deaths in this general area in 1912, 1948, and 1972. All slit throats and from inside their locked houses. It's not much to go on but"- "Yeah, we should check it out" Dean agreed, glancing over his shoulder again. Cynthia had been joined by another woman, brunette this time. They were sipping margaritas and talking casually. "But we can't move on this until morning right?" "Yes..." Sam dragged out the word reluctantly.
Dean was on his feet again in a heartbeat. "Then I will see you then." He took a step, then paused. "Unless you want to join us. Cynthia's got a friend." Of course, he and Cynthia would find a way to ditch the brunette and Sam and get some alone time but there was no reason the four of them couldn't hang out together first. Sam chuckled dryly. "No thanks Dean, I can get my own dates." "You can, but you don't" Dean pointed out wisely. It had been a long time since Sam had been with anyone. In fact, Dean was having a hard time remembering if there had been a woman in his life after Jess. Sam frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" But Dean didn't answer. He simply shrugged with half a smile and returned to the waiting women. "Ladies" he drawled pleasantly with another one of his killer smiles. "Did you miss me?" They giggled shyly and Cynthia tossed back her long blond hair. "Listen, I've talked to my producer." He gestured vaguely to the table where Sam had been stationed. "And it's looking really good. No promises of course, but you're both on the right track for getting cast in our new reality show. The only thing is, he wants me to interview you both separately." Cynthia immediately offered to go first. "Let's head to my place." She winked. Dean grinned. "Perfect."
It was too easy.
"4021" the blond recited as Dean punched the last digits of her number into his phone and snapped it shut. "Alright Cynthia, you are in there" he announced, flashing her a charming smile. "Now which of your special talents will you be doing in the audition?" She began rambling cheerfully about singing broadway songs in the exact imitations as the original stars who sang them. Dean focused on her stunning appearance rather than her words, careful not to let his eyes linger too obviously. It was while he was moving his eyes up from her shapely legs that he noticed Sam. The younger Winchester was sitting at a table in the back with a pile of newspapers, waving manically in Dean's direction, trying to get his attention. Dean spoke over whatever Cynthia was saying presently. "Will you excuse me for a minute? I'll be right back." He snagged two beers from the bar on his way past, sauntering lazily towards his brother and sipping from one in the process. "What?"
Sam took the other beer and set it aside without a single drink, his expression intensely concentrated. "I found something." "So did I." Dean raised an eyebrow suggestively. Sam rolled his eyes and flipped the top paper around so that Dean could see the headline. "A happily married, newly wed couple, Ann and Mark Tolesca, were found murdered inside their own home two nights ago. All doors and windows were locked from the inside." Dean glanced longingly over his shoulder at the blond still waiting for him, then heaved a heavy sigh and slid into the chair opposite his brother. "And what makes you think this is our kind of thing and not some freak human homicide?" Sam seemed to be waiting for the question. He pulled out their father's journal and pointed to the page that it was open to. He pointed to three different dates, all underlined. "Dad noticed the same kind of deaths in this general area in 1912, 1948, and 1972. All slit throats and from inside their locked houses. It's not much to go on but"- "Yeah, we should check it out" Dean agreed, glancing over his shoulder again. Cynthia had been joined by another woman, brunette this time. They were sipping margaritas and talking casually. "But we can't move on this until morning right?" "Yes..." Sam dragged out the word reluctantly.
Dean was on his feet again in a heartbeat. "Then I will see you then." He took a step, then paused. "Unless you want to join us. Cynthia's got a friend." Of course, he and Cynthia would find a way to ditch the brunette and Sam and get some alone time but there was no reason the four of them couldn't hang out together first. Sam chuckled dryly. "No thanks Dean, I can get my own dates." "You can, but you don't" Dean pointed out wisely. It had been a long time since Sam had been with anyone. In fact, Dean was having a hard time remembering if there had been a woman in his life after Jess. Sam frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" But Dean didn't answer. He simply shrugged with half a smile and returned to the waiting women. "Ladies" he drawled pleasantly with another one of his killer smiles. "Did you miss me?" They giggled shyly and Cynthia tossed back her long blond hair. "Listen, I've talked to my producer." He gestured vaguely to the table where Sam had been stationed. "And it's looking really good. No promises of course, but you're both on the right track for getting cast in our new reality show. The only thing is, he wants me to interview you both separately." Cynthia immediately offered to go first. "Let's head to my place." She winked. Dean grinned. "Perfect."
It was too easy.
