Magic Fingers and Lost Memories [Open]

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Dean made an interesting discovery in the cubbie beds of the Sleeping Hall. Creepy as the beds were, the pulsing walls were remarkable a lot like the Magic Finger beds in some of the motels he and Sam used to stay in. So he spent part of the time earlier rocking out to Led Zeppelin on one of the beds.

Now he was casually cleaning his guns in the Hangar, leaning against the Impala, clearly well experienced and efficient in his actions. Quietly singing 'Ramble On' as he did so.

Sometimes he'd glance around to keep track of his surroundings. It was quiet now, but that didn't mean there couldn't be a new threat somewhere. Sometimes he'd look upward. Soon, had to be soon. He had to ask Stacey for them. He had to get his memories back of what happened when he was grabbed. He had to know for sure if he and Sammy were free from being worn to the end of the world prom or not.

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Dean rolled and stood quickly. Though he didn't straighten fully, instead coming right at Spike to tackle him to the ground.

[bigbad]

Spike went down and grabbed him, growling, teeth bared. He didn't go into gameface, though. He didn't want to scare the vampire-hunting human too much. Instead, he grabbed Dean's shirt with one hand and swung at him repeatedly with the other.

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At least the bared teeth and growling was familiar to Dean, and he took a few blows, but then shoved him away.

Time to get down and dirty, as he grabbed a flask from a pocket, and quickly unscrewed the lid to splash a few precious drops toward Spike.

[bigbad]

Now, that was just cheating. Not enough holy water landed on him to do more than annoy, but it did sting and made Spike recoil a little. He wiped his cheek with the sleeve of his duster, then gave a sharp, nasty grin, tongue poking out from between his teeth.

"Well, if that's how you want to play it," he said, then he rushed at Dean again, aiming a punch at his face and at his gut in quick succession.

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"Dude, that's always how I play it. Why I'm awesome." Dean grinned, even around the bruises he sustained, and the cut lip.

He came up to punch Spike in the jaw, and drive another punch to his lower ribs.

[bigbad]

Well, that was fine. But Spike wasn't ready to bring out his secret weapons yet. Instead he grunted a little at the pain and kicked hard at Dean's midsection.

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Dean gave a grunt as that blow hit, probably fractured a rib. No matter, he's had worse. He tried to grab Spike's arm hard, and thrust his other elbow to the vampire's chest.

[bigbad]

Spike ignored the pain and grabbed Dean's collar. "This is getting boring," he said, throwing him across the room.

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Dean landed hard against the wall, his back and arms taking more bruises. Plus his head went back, and it left him feeling woozy.

That didn't stop him from trying to stand up again, and attack some more. Another underhanded punch to Spike's middle.

[bigbad]

Dean didn't know when to quit, apparently. Spike could respect that. Had their positions been reversed, he'd be doing the same thing. Then again, had their positions been reversed, he'd probably be fighting for his life. Or maybe the life of someone he loved. But this wasn't a fight to the death, and Spike didn't want to injure Dean too much.

Life was so much easier back when he killed humans instead of helping them.

"You know, you'd be dead by now if I still ate people."

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Dean snorted, "Wouldn't be the first time." Off being dead part. Yeah, Spike. Meet the guy who's got more deaths under his belt than your sort of girlfriend/crush/obsession.

He's also a Winchester which means more stubborn than your typical mule.

"And maybe you'd be without a head by now," he added darkly, wobbling slightly for a better standing position.

[bigbad]

"Wouldn't be the first for me either." Well, he'd never had his head cut off, but he'd died. It was close enough.

"I doubt it. You're barely upright and I'm not even winded." Not that he needed to breathe.

"Look, if you want to stop, we could just get drinks. There's got to be somewhere to get drunk around here, right?"

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"Nah, I'm fine." Did we say stubborn? Oh yeah, stubborn to the point of denial.

Still drinks sounded good.

Dean considered that, drinks always sounded good to him, "Yeah, there's a place. Drunken Dragon's got booze. That Kang guy set it up."

[bigbad]

Spike nodded. "Brilliant. And you put up a bloody good fight for a human." He glanced at Dean. "A wiser man would have given up a lot sooner." He grinned. "Course, me, I'm not that wise either."

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"Thanks, I guess."

Dean then shrugged at that, "Wisdom's overrated anyway. I know what I need to do, that's enough for me."