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In which they prepare to lay low.
Jul. 1st, 2009 01:10 pm[Cowritten with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, April = redhead_druid, Christopher = notawarrior. Set after THIS.]
O'Brien's was a small, out of the way bar that didn't get all that much traffic. Most hunter bars were the same way, just a place for hunters to come in, exchange information, get a beer, and talk freely for a little while. Some swapped war stories, some issued warnings, that kind of thing. O'Brien's wasn't any different -- less popular than the Roadhouse, but popular enough that there was still some decent traffic. It also looked run down enough to discourage anyone who wasn't a hunter and not attract too much attention.
Dean pulled the Impala to a stop outside of the bar, sighing slightly, before turning back to his brother. "So I'm thinking -- you two go in, see how pissed she is, then come out and let me know whether or not I can walk in their without losing an arm."
Sam rolled his eyes, before giving Dean a look. "That was six months ago, Dean. I think April's over it by now."
"Do you remember the last time I pissed her off, then came back before she was over it? She knows how to use a katana, Sam. I'm not taking any chances."
"Fine, fine," Sam sighed, shaking his head as he started to climb out of the car. "And you call me a bitch."
Alec didn't move. "Uh, at quick glance I look like Dean? I don't want to play decoy."
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smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, April = redhead_druid, Christopher = notawarrior. Set after THIS.]O'Brien's was a small, out of the way bar that didn't get all that much traffic. Most hunter bars were the same way, just a place for hunters to come in, exchange information, get a beer, and talk freely for a little while. Some swapped war stories, some issued warnings, that kind of thing. O'Brien's wasn't any different -- less popular than the Roadhouse, but popular enough that there was still some decent traffic. It also looked run down enough to discourage anyone who wasn't a hunter and not attract too much attention.
Dean pulled the Impala to a stop outside of the bar, sighing slightly, before turning back to his brother. "So I'm thinking -- you two go in, see how pissed she is, then come out and let me know whether or not I can walk in their without losing an arm."
Sam rolled his eyes, before giving Dean a look. "That was six months ago, Dean. I think April's over it by now."
"Do you remember the last time I pissed her off, then came back before she was over it? She knows how to use a katana, Sam. I'm not taking any chances."
"Fine, fine," Sam sighed, shaking his head as he started to climb out of the car. "And you call me a bitch."
Alec didn't move. "Uh, at quick glance I look like Dean? I don't want to play decoy."
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