Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 4, 2014 0:49:23 GMT -5
ooc; YAY So I'm thinking that maybe when Chloe goes outside for fresh air, the vampire can grab her and then when Dean comes outside it can grab him too.
It wasn't hard for Dean to ignore her question about his expression because she was off on another subject within seconds. "You are not driving yourself anywhere" Dean told her flatly when she announced that it was time for her to leave. There was no way Dean was going to let her get behind a wheel and injure either herself or someone else. "Just head outside and wait for me, I'll be right there." He wanted to have a word with the bartender about the man that had left shortly before them and he figured that the cold air would do Chloe some good.
"Hey pal, mind if I ask you a question about the underage drinker you just let buy alcohol a few minutes ago?" Dean sauntered up to the bar and leaned against it, focusing in on the head bartender, the one who had accepted whatever money the young man had passed over. "What's it to you" the bartender scoffed rudely. Dean fished around in an inner pocket until coming up with his stashed current FBI badge. "Agent Young" he announced, flicking it open and then closed again professionally. "All I want is a couple quick pieces of information and if you cooperate I won't have the issue of you selling to minors brought to the justice department's attention."
"S-sure" the bartender stammered, all traces of rudeness gone. "What do you want to know?" Dean tucked the badge out of sight, repressing a smile at how easy it was to manipulate some people. "What did he order and did he say anything to you?" "Just a gin and tonic...and he asked about your friend." Dean straightened up. "What?" "Yeah. Asked if she was alone. I told him she came in alone but the two of you seemed to be together. He got agitated and left. That's it." "Did you get his name at all?" Dean glanced through the large glass window at the front of the bar, concerned when he couldn't make out the silhouette of Chloe. "Nah, no name. But he talked to someone named Will on his cellphone and mentioned the street Sycamore Ave if that helps at all?" "Thanks." Dean tossed a fifty dollar bill down onto the bar and then walked briskly towards the exit. On his way, he pulled out his cell and punched the first speed dial number. "Sammy, hey, I need you to look up any and all abandoned buildings on Sycamore Ave that may house any brand of monster that would like the location." "Dean, you're supposed to be having fun, not working" Sam returned in exasperation.
Dean stepped outside and scanned the area. "Things change" he informed his younger brother. And this was the last thing he remembered saying before everything went black. "Dean??" Sam's concerned voice rang through the phone but it lay abandoned on the cement.
Things had definitely changed.
TAG :: Chloe Bekens.
It wasn't hard for Dean to ignore her question about his expression because she was off on another subject within seconds. "You are not driving yourself anywhere" Dean told her flatly when she announced that it was time for her to leave. There was no way Dean was going to let her get behind a wheel and injure either herself or someone else. "Just head outside and wait for me, I'll be right there." He wanted to have a word with the bartender about the man that had left shortly before them and he figured that the cold air would do Chloe some good.
"Hey pal, mind if I ask you a question about the underage drinker you just let buy alcohol a few minutes ago?" Dean sauntered up to the bar and leaned against it, focusing in on the head bartender, the one who had accepted whatever money the young man had passed over. "What's it to you" the bartender scoffed rudely. Dean fished around in an inner pocket until coming up with his stashed current FBI badge. "Agent Young" he announced, flicking it open and then closed again professionally. "All I want is a couple quick pieces of information and if you cooperate I won't have the issue of you selling to minors brought to the justice department's attention."
"S-sure" the bartender stammered, all traces of rudeness gone. "What do you want to know?" Dean tucked the badge out of sight, repressing a smile at how easy it was to manipulate some people. "What did he order and did he say anything to you?" "Just a gin and tonic...and he asked about your friend." Dean straightened up. "What?" "Yeah. Asked if she was alone. I told him she came in alone but the two of you seemed to be together. He got agitated and left. That's it." "Did you get his name at all?" Dean glanced through the large glass window at the front of the bar, concerned when he couldn't make out the silhouette of Chloe. "Nah, no name. But he talked to someone named Will on his cellphone and mentioned the street Sycamore Ave if that helps at all?" "Thanks." Dean tossed a fifty dollar bill down onto the bar and then walked briskly towards the exit. On his way, he pulled out his cell and punched the first speed dial number. "Sammy, hey, I need you to look up any and all abandoned buildings on Sycamore Ave that may house any brand of monster that would like the location." "Dean, you're supposed to be having fun, not working" Sam returned in exasperation.
Dean stepped outside and scanned the area. "Things change" he informed his younger brother. And this was the last thing he remembered saying before everything went black. "Dean??" Sam's concerned voice rang through the phone but it lay abandoned on the cement.
Things had definitely changed.
TAG :: Chloe Bekens.