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Double Take - RP for smart_alec494 and <user site="livejournal.

Frankly, there were times when he could use an expert's eye.

Not that Dean wasn't an expert himself, but there were guys with a lot more knowledge than him, and there might be something out there that the older people he worked with would love to shove off on a younger, more virile individual. After all, they weren't as fast as they used to be. They could always use a little help here and there. And Dean made a point of checking in on said hunters every now and again, just to make sure they hadn't -- fallen and broken a hip or something.

Or maybe he just wanted to see the look on Bobby's face when he rolled up with a guy who looked just like him, and it just happened to be a really, really big coincidence.

Either way, it was said to be a good time all around, which is why he called up Bobby a few nights back and said he was coming into town, and was wondering if there was anything he could pick up from him and take care of, and maybe grab a beer while he was there. Bobby sounded mildly annoyed to be hearing from him, and sounded like he was trying to dissuade him from making that particular decision, but since when had Dean ever understood the word no.

When he finally arrived at the salvage yard, it was like coming home after a long business trip. It was a place he was starting to think he'd never see again, and while it wasn't a mansion with king size beds in every room, it was quite the beautiful sight to behold.

He climbed out of the Impala and stretched his legs slightly. He turned back to Alec as he came up on his bike and gave him a grin.

"Whadaya think?"

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Alec sat on the bike for a long moment looking around. Serveying. He then balanced it with it's kickstand and climbed off. He grinned as he pulled his glasses off. "I think a person could get into a lot of trouble here." The idea clearly pleased him.

He inhaled deeply adding another layer to the place, building it up in his head. Dust and engine grease. Dog and weeds. A tangle of things he couldn't sort out, some of which skipped under his skin and along his bones the way the ghost had, but not in a way that bothered him. He stripped off his gloves and tucked them into one of the pocket of his jacket.

Edited 2008-08-16 21:38 (UTC)

Bobby heard the sound of vehicles approaching and the dog barking. Dean. He'd told that boy not to come. He heaved a sigh and stepped out of the house, then made his way through the yard to the driveway. He came to stop and looked out at Dean and Alec. He looked back and forth a few times, then sighed and looked at Dean.

"What the hell've ya done now?"

Dean just grinned. That lazy, happy, shit-eating grin as he rested hand on the roof of his car, while the other gave Bobby a big ol' wave, avoiding the question as to what he'd done, and just being his usual smart ass self.

"Hiya Bobby. How's it goin'?"

This was probably the first time in a long time that he'd been happy to be at Bobby's. And while he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, he certainly wasn't going to take it as a depressing feeling.

Alec gives the dog a look, one that sure as hell isn't fear, but he hopes the thing is either chained or smart enough to keep its distance. He switchs his gaze to Bobby, instantly liking the man's no-nonsense tone. He grins at the man. "I really doubt he wants to take credit for me. Or take the blame, depending on your angle." He shrugs.

Bobby crossed his arms and looked between the two again. He shook his head. Another smart ass. Just what he needed.

"What can I do for ya boys?"

He decided he was probably best off not knowing why there was a kid that looked too much like Dean for comfort.

Dean shrugged nonchalantly, shutting the door of the Impala and making his way towards the door of his house, sliding his hands in his pockets as he did.

"Just wondering if you have anything that might be interesting -- any angry spirits, witch covens -- " He paused for a minute, swallowing slightly, before looking away, over at some of the salvage, as though he was uncomfortable with the last one. " -- demon activity?"

He meant to imply that he was looking for a specific demon with a set of golden eyes that was the equivalent of an old family friend -- after all, he had killed the rest of his family. He and Dean go way back.

Alec noticed that hesitation, but chose not to persue it. For someone like Dean to willingly take in someone or something like Alec it ment that there was a lot of bad shit in the guy's past. Bad enough that Alec didn't seem to frightening. Pushing for things would only unbalance Dean's karma. Just like it unbalanced his own. Alec threw things out there when he was ready and figured Dean would do the same.

"Actually you can skip the angry spirits part. I'm chill with out those. Anything else though? That might be made of fun." Alec bounced along after Dean, turning in the occasionaly, sure footed circle as he went looking around some more. He didn't even bother to hide his curiousity or enthusiasm. He'd left the jaded version of himself back in Seattle for the most part, not really needing it out here.

Bobby gave a slow shake of his head and turned to walk back to his small shop. "Not much makin' sounds right now. Worries me a bit, actually. I've been makin' some calls 'round. Til then, you boys are welcome to help me around the yard. Got some stuff that needs shinin', sandin', maybe some grease."

Dean rolled his eyes slightly, but he didn't have a problem with doing it anyway. Bobby was like a second father to him, and he considered helping out around the salvage yard like the house chores he never had.

"What do you need done?" he asked. He didn't expect Alec to help, but he would at least do the work. "I'll get started on it now."

Grease Alec can do if properly instructed. Hell he could do just about anything if they showed him once. It didn't even occure to him that he wouldn't be expected to help. Though he was itching to have a good prowl around the place.

"You know, I got a. ." He has to pause to come up with an apropriate term for the X6s. "step-sib that would love this place. She'd think she'd died and ended up in some sort of Nervana designed with her in mind."

Bobby caught Dean's eye roll and gave him a look. "Or you can get goin'," he suggested with a short point to the road. He glanced over at Alec.

"Sounds like a good woman," he nodded.

"I said that I'd help, didn't I?" Dean replied, giving Bobby a look as he shed his leather jacket and tossed it into the backseat of his car. This was probably was one of the reasons why Dean looked at Bobby as a father figure. They bickered like he was a petulant teenager, for the most part. But they both meant well.

Or, at least Dean hoped he did.

Taking a cue from Dean alec shucks his jacket off and tosses it in next to the older man's. Underneath he is wearing a tight sweater, unlike Dean's t-shirt and over shirt. He was thuroughly enjoying not having to wear things that covered the bar code.

"I dunno that I'd call her a woman yet. She's sixteen. But if it has an engine? She can make it purr like a kitten." Pun intended? Oh hell yes. "So. . .what are we doing? Before Dean gets us booted to the curb."

Bobby sighed and shook his head at the boys. It was starting to remind him why he liked being on his own so much out there.

As he walked through the yard he pointed out different things that needed to be done. Greased. Cleaned. Pieces replaced.

He stopped and nodded at a beat up old sedan. "..and if you really wanna chore, this one here needs a full transmission flush, oil change, and somewhere I gotta bunch of spark plugs. You can hook 'em up."

Dean nodded slowly, before turning back to Alec and tilting his head to the side slightly as he placed his hands on the hood of the sedan. "I'm gonna start here. Up to you what you wanna do."

He wasn't going to drag the kid in on his chores, but Alec seemed like he wanted to help, so he wasn't going to deny the extra effort.

He gave the sedan a narrow look. "Thing looks like it could use more than a transmission flush and spark plugs. That thing needs a make over." But who knew, maybe her engine was fine. He knew motorcycles more than cars.

He pushed up his sleaves and made a bee-line for the physical labor first. He knew he was more suited to it than the other two since it was entirely possable he could actually pick up the sedan Dean was sweet talking. He's wait until dark to poke his nosey little cat snoot into everything.

Bobby waited until they got to work then went over to continue what he'd been doing before. He figured if they had anything to talk to him about, they would. Otherwise, he didn't really see much of a need for talking.

Dean popped the hood on the sedan and started going to work on the engine. Maybe he was right, and the car did need a bit closer to a makeover, but in the meantime, he could at least make her purr. He looked over the engine for a minute, getting acquainted with the kind of engine he had and what kind of tools he would need, before heading back to the tool shed and pulling out the things he needed.

Alec bit his lip as he wandered from maintanance job to maintinance job, not giving in to his natural impulse to talk. He didn't ramble but he was a talker. These men clearly weren't. He was trying to adjust to a new behavior pattern.

Sanding, greasing and really what was this thing that was wedged into the shed door that made it scream like a jet taking off and kept it from closing propperly? He grabbed it and yanked it free. Now there was a nice hole to repair. "Huh"

Bobby kept glanced up at the boys every so often to see what they were up to. He caught sight of Alec at the shed and just stared, wordlessly.

Dean's head was buried in the car, just finishing tightening some things up, getting ready to flush the transmission before he heard Alec speak up from where he was standing at the shed, and just watching carefully for Bobby's reaction, just to see what would go down.

He still couldn't sort out what the hell it was, maybe a claw? Looked more like mineral that protien though. He shoved it in his back pocket to sort out later. He ran his fingers across the hole and starts a visual search for something to patch it with when the hair on the back of his neck started to stand up.

Bobby watching him. Staring. It had taken a minute to register because Bobby had been keeping an eye on him, but this was different. He turned towards the man and gave a casual grin, hoping to disarm if he's some how messed up. "Should I have not done that? You want me to put it back?"

Bobby raised a brow then shook his head. "No..just don't break anything, kid."

Dean smirked, before going back to the car. The Winchesters had had a habit of getting into things they really probably shouldn't, and he knew that Bobby was used to things going slightly awry. Now it was all a matter of seeing how far his patience would take him.

"Breaking things is to easy to be any fun." He shrugs and turns back to what he was doing. After a minute he picks up a pair of work gloves to put between his skin and the coragated metal of the shed door and starts bending the torn peices back down to where they go. It would be easier to patch once the surface was flat.

Edited 2008-08-27 22:45 (UTC)

Bobby rolled his eyes and got back to work. He stopped after awhile and stretched, then rubbed the back of his neck. He glanced out over the boys again and sighed, then called out, "Y'boys hungry?"

"Always," Dean grinned, rubbing some of the grease off his hands and onto his jeans. "You know that."

"Food?" Yeah, it was safe to say that Alec was hungry. He turned back to what he was doing for a second until it was a good place to leave off and then makes his way over to them.

Bobby headed into the kitchen where he washed up and started poking around for something to eat. He wasn't that much of a cooking man, but he usually made do when he needed to. He picked up a bag of pretzels to toss to Dean, figuring they could start somewhere while he figured it out.

Dean caught the bag and settled down at one of the kitchen tables, pulling the bag open and offering it to Alec before he stuck his hand in.

Alec grabbed a handful and popped on into his mouth befor his inquisitive fingers started poking at things near him. He wasn't trying t be nosey, just simply curious.

Bobby pulled out a pan and started preparation to fry a few burgers. He glanced over at Alec. "Help you with somethin'?"

Dean just dug into the pretzels, watching the two of them interact.

"No, I'm good." It's polite enough. he's not trying to be rude or dismissive. He just doesn't need any help with his investigating. It's actually that he doesn't understand this as being rude. Kitchen's are public spaces so things left there are public. He would never enter Bobby's sleeping space for instance, without a specific and deliberate invitation. After a moment he unearths a book and flips. "Wait." Clearly he's changed his mind. "what language is this? I don't know it." He sounds a bit surprised and so it isn't anything Europian or Asian. Unless it's a dead language.

Bobby looked over to Alec and stepped over, still holding his hot and greasy spatula. He took the book, snapping it shut. "It's nothin' you need to be readin'," Bobby answered. He tucked the book onto a shelf and went back to cooking.

He wasn't used to having people over, looking through his things, and he didn't care for it. Especially not with all the various information that his books contained...and with no knowledge of the person trying to see it.

Dean sighed slightly before shaking his head and looking over at Alec. "Don't take it too personally, dude. Bobby doesn't like it when other people touch his things."

Dean saying that was the only thing that kept Alec from falling into a full on cat pout. The kind that let the whole room know they'd been wronged somehow. He didn't like his curiosity being snapped at like that.

He huffed and tried to let it go. But it had been right out there. Along with all this other neat stuff that he now got the feeling he wasn't allowed to poke at. "Then why was it out here? Kitchen's are public spaces." He figured if he couldn't touch or read he could at least know why.

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