tfln

[mytacism]

go on then

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[unfitte]

it ain't dire, dean.

[ quit yo lying, ya dumb shit. ]

just a little restock is all.

[venatoris]

oh man, what’s that smell?





b-b-b-bullshit

[unfitte]

better get yourself cleaned up before ya waft that stench over here.

[ he knows he knows - deflecting like the best of 'em. ]

[venatoris]

[ 🙄 ]

I’m on my way



Also, why that specific type? Taste preference?

[unfitte]

taste sure, the rarest of the rare.

[ 'least, around these parts - or is it, he doesn't know anymore. ]

nothing beats a good ab negative.

[ BUT maybe he should be less picky about what he drinks, maybe he won't find himself in a bind like this as often. ]

[venatoris]

universal receiver sure, what about donor, I mean cmon. Mines gotta count for something

[unfitte]

if this is your way of askin' me to open wide.

i ain't gonna refuse.

[venatoris]

dude, why you gotta make it weird?

[unfitte]

i'm not the one tryin' to read between the lines here, bud.

check yourself before you wreck yourself.

[ look, he's learning new things... or trying to. at least be proud of him for that. ]

[venatoris]

do you want my help or not


...what did you just text to me

[unfitte]

thought you was already on your way?

you tell me.

[ sounded like it fit. ]

[venatoris]

man I can’t millennial speak with you I’m too old

see you in a few

[ sorry he needs to bleach his eyes and ears from that wtf ]

[unfitte]

[ benny, just stick with what ya know.

for both of your sakes. ]

you don't know the half of it. see ya, bud.

[venatoris]

[ you are lucky he likes you. cause he’ll be there sure as shit, kicking bennys door open ]

Hey asshole!

[unfitte]

Dean Winchester, [ have a smirky smirk and a brief bear hug. ]

Didn't have to come all this way, emergencies only as I recall. This don't really qualify as an emergency.

[venatoris]

[ ahdjej yea good he likes hugs from bears 😏 ]

Told you. I smell bullshit. You know you can call me, we’ll figure it out. Right?

[ he’s already snooping around, opening stuff, checking bennys stash ]

[unfitte]

[ 😏😏😏 ]

'preciate it, but not my first rodeo, brother. Since you're here though, might as well take the help I can get.

[ he moves to stand in the way of the bed - don't look under it, his cooler with one bag left is there. ]

[venatoris]

Good.

[ you absolute idiot.

Because of COURSE Dean sees it, and of COURSE he's giving Benny a look, like, honestly they've talked about this what is WRONG with you.

His expression is as pained as is it tired. ]

Man...c'mon.

[unfitte]

[ WHAT? you got enough to worry about, don't need to worry about his sorry old ass.

emergencies... like when he's "double hamstrung" and laying in a ditch, right? ]

Dean.

Not as bad as it looks.

[venatoris]

[ his brother is exhausting. cas is exhausting...when he's around, if he's around, life is exhausting. it would be nice if ONE thing wasn't, and yet. ]

You lyin' to me?

[unfitte]

I look good, don't I?

[ just benny lookin' like benny.

don't let him smell fresh blood and it'll all be fine. ]

Rations ain't what they used to be, but it'll get there.

[venatoris]

[ oh so you mean a smell Dean carries frequently, because he's constantly shot at, stabbed, punched, thrown into walls, kicked, etc etc etc. ]

You need better connections. [ Don't mind him making himself comfortable, no big, taking up space like he lives here, not feeling threatened or weirded out by his bloodthirsty friend. ]

And less picky preferences.

[unfitte]

[ he'll just sit... over here, waaaay over here. super casual, amirite? ]

Might be right, [ he rubs his hands together, trying to distract from the smell that fills up the room - no, he's definitely right. benny can't exactly afford to be picky right now. ]

Black market ain't what it used to be, and now there's something called the "dark web".

[venatoris]

You know I'm right.

[ Just don't worry about Dean over here, stinkin' up the joint. ]

Yeah. Creepy shit the deeper you dig. There's gotta be a better way. Get a job at a hospital or something, be a janitor. Night shift. I dunno. Anything, I just don't wanna see you suffer.

[unfitte]

Tried, believe me.

[ he drops his head, kicks his cooler forward - one left to try and keep the hunger at bay while he figures things out. ]

Need official documents for a job like that, they don't exactly take in drifters, y'know? Think I might've found a guy who won't ask questions.