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Some things require a drink. (Or two, or three or...)

After checking up on things, and hearing from Kaylee, Dean headed over to the Tavern. He snuck in to find a seat toward the back, though tricky to order drinks when you don't want to talk to the owner and head barkeep of the place.

He wanted plenty of drinks in him and available if Jayne did stop by to get some answers about what happened. He knew their universe don't have anything like this so it was more educating the civvies again.

That and he felt the urge to get seriously drunk.

Awesome birthday. Really. (Even if he was barely aware of it.)

(open but ping first please, thank you)

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Hit Girl had decided to relocate to Kang's for the moment. She wanted to get away from most people at the moment, and though she couldn't take one drink, she still wanted to be around people that DID: at least drunks were consistent.

As it happened, Dean was one of those drunks, and one that had a lot on his mind. She preferred to relocate here, her hair mussed and her demeanor downright grim.

"So...what's up?"

Dean glanced over and seemed surprised to see Hit Girl again. He gave a shrug as he had his drink.

"Not much." He then studied her a moment, "You have a run in with something too?"

"Yeah," she said, shaking her head. "It was pretty damn embarrassing. Imagine someone you make fun of kicking your ass for fun, and then you get saved. You know that saying about a puppy with a tail between its legs? Try living it. Worst thing is you can't even use full force when you know they have the possession."

She shook her head. "Hot cider!" She said, rolling her eyes.

"What about you?"

Dean snorted at it, but upon listening further, his eyes widened, "Been there, done it a few times. And possessed? Shit, that son of bitch was riding somebody by you too?"

Hit Girl sighed. "There were a few people that thing messed with, from what I hear. And yeah, it was someone I knew too. Fired that flame shit at me and everything. It was pretty intense. Had someone save me at the last minute."

She widened her eyes. "So you've been possessed before?"

"No, the getting my ass kicked by somebody I made fun of. Usually because they were a super powerful dick at the time."

Dean shook his head, "Not me, but seen it way too many freaking times. Including people I know." He briefly shuts down for a moment, hating recent events.

He had another long drink before he spoke again, "Hope somebody helped shake the demon loose again."

She groaned, drinking in the cider. It was completely useless alcohol wise, but she was underage, of course, she wasn't going to be able to have anything stronger. Listening to Dean at least made things a little more bearable.

She listened that part about someone he knew have it happen to them. "Someone you care about, huh." It wasn't a question but an observation. She wasn't that stupid.

She nodded. "That Mei_Xing and Daimon guy should be on that shit, right?"

Dean's hand briefly tightened into a fist.

He then sighed, "Not the first time there."

He snorted and shook his head, "Yeah right, Mei-Xing's solution idea sucked. Hedge magic my ass, the rituals work for a damn good reason."

"Yeah?" Hit Girl shook her head. "And to think: dying and being tortured was the only thing I had to worry about in my world. I gotta admit: you have the more hard ass world. My hat to you."

She shook her head. "It's that kind of magic: who knows if any of it would have worked? It's all hocus pocus to me,and that means it works or it don't."

"Have that too in mine, just a whole lot more suck on top of it," Dean agreed.

He then added, "It works when you know what the hell you're doing, and it takes a lot of practice. There's some simple steps anybody can do. Salt lines keeps a lot of crap out, iron works on things like ghosts. Other stuff? It depends."

She shook her head. "Wish I'd been prepared for this then. That stuff with demons, its the sort of shit you read in comic books, its not supposed to be real. You'd think the people popped on this ship would be given a warning: 'oh by the way, weird shit happens on a consistent basis. For kicks.'"

She took another unsatisfying drink of the cider. "Does that translate in this world too? If it does, then that means somebody was just being reckless. Who is this Mei-Xing I keep hearing about?"

Dean gave her a small smirk, "Funny, I'd say the same thing about superheroes. And hell I live with that warning every day. Normal would be weird to me by now."

He grabbed another drink, and took a long swallow, "She's one of the magic users. An elf and something of a bad ass at times. I've worked with her from time to time. She's good."

A dark look then crossed his features, "Doesn't mean I wouldn't freaking deck her for bringing down this crap."

"Criminals and rampant corruption seem like cake now," Hit Girl said, taking a drink from the cup. "Freaking demonic spirits jumping out of people and beating people up. It's insane."

She nodded. "Heard of her. She was the one that told off Big Zero right? she seemed kinda funny, kinda a bitch. Sort of reminded me of the major, except I might like Mei-Xing."

She nodded. "I think several people owe her an ass kicking at this point."

"Welcome to my life, sounds like would have done more doing the superhero gig," he snorted at that observation. He wasn't sure about the tights, but liked the rest of the idea.

"And yeah that's her, not bad at booze either. Unless you need to see."

Hit Girl shook her head. "Hey, there was nothing glamorous about the super hero stuff. When you read it in the comics its all about super human strength and powers: in my world it was kill and try real hard not to die. If that's what we have in common, I think it might have made little difference."

She laughed. "Her booze makes you blind?! God, I'd hate to see what she'd do to someone she hates!"

"Yeah sounds the same so nah, not glamorous at all. Well I thought hunting was glamorous once. Even used to call my old man a superhero," Dean shook his head, and reflected a little on some things in his life, and how his dad raised him and his brother.

"Was a pretty dumb kid."

He then pointed out to her, "Well you still got a few years before you can even do fake ids so don't have to worry about that."

Hit Girl listened with observation. "Well, my dad actually WAS a hero, but a fat lot of good it did him in the end. Case in point: if you're going to live that life, don't expect to live for too long without training like hell."

She shook her head. "Hey, when you're a kid, your parent is supposed to be like that, right? I know mine was, and still is to me."

She laughed. "Yeah, I think I'd stick with my ciders anyway. Can't have too much barley clouding the brain."

"Hunters usually don't live long period." He didn't mention that he actually didn't live long technically. He'd just been brought back a number of times.

"Yeah, part of me still thinks he is. But you get older, and you realize he's just human." Another shrug and another drink at that, but her last comment made him tempted to laugh and reach over to ruffle her hair a little like he do with Sam growing up.

"Neither do heroes when you're reckless: at least, you have to be a kind of reckless to do it and just enough to not get yourself taken out. If you're dead, you're dead, no coming back from it."

Which was she didn't expect to see Big Daddy to come strolling through the ship at any time.

"Yeah, you do," Hit Girl, said, remembering the time that she thought that was when he was smoldering, dying, and she understood that the thing he cared about, more than even taking down Frank, was that she was OK. He was a father, not just her trainer and friend, and she honored that death by not losing it when he died and staying focused on the big battle.

Had he done that, it would have been interesting: the last thing Hit Girl expected was physical affection, from anyone.

"Not usually no. And hey, sometimes reckless gets the job done. Gotta think fast." Winchesters like him, and a few of their associates being an exception to the rule on the dying part. Still he wasn't expecting his parents to be on board either.

It'd be something they'd have in common there. He was divided on it, he acted like he didn't need it, and usually didn't expect it either. But in some ways, people like that need it more than others.

Dean studied her a moment, and then did risk a brief reach out to touch her shoulder. Reassuring but short enough in case she'd react to it.

It'd be something he would do to somebody he didn't really know after all.

She nodded. "That's the way I live my life, to be honest. You get thrown in a bad situation, you make the best of it, and you improvise like hell if things don't go your way."

The shoulder touch took her by surprise: she almost made a motion to stop him, a reflex as most people trying to touch her were usually out to hit her. No one had done anything like that since dad.

"So what's your story?

Jayne did show up as it turned out...and he was already three sheets to the wind.

The top of his head was wrapped in bandages letting on that apparently the wrench wound he'd mentioned was either really bad, or the doctors had just patched him up extra to make him shut up.

Either way he was both pissed in the sense of anger, and pissed in the sense of drunk. Great combination.

Well they'd be about matched then since Dean had his share of drinks in him by this point now. He waved him over.

"Hey J-wad, got a mini bar back here." Yeah slight dig, but only because of the ranting on the omnicomm of course.

Jayne grunted in the most simplistic and primal form of greeting and took a seat roughly displaying just how much he'd had or how angry he was. Actually the two were interchangeable at this point.

"Where is she?" He grumbled cutting to the throat of the matter.

Dean shoved a few drinks in front of Jayne, already prepared.

He then remarked, "She's safe with a friend. Listen, you gotta understand there's some seriously weird shit out there in some worlds. And it's something I dealt with most of my life. But way I heard it, you guys never had to deal with possessions, right?"

Jayne took one of the drinks and slammed it down smoothly before setting the mug aside. "I'm not stupid. I heard and read what everyone was sayin'. It wasn't her. Any gorram fool who knows her could tell you that." He grabbed the next mug and gripped it tightly, "But knowing her it won't matter. Stupid girl will blame herself."

Dean nodded at that, recognizing something. Just another guy who was stubborn at times.

"Yeah I know. And there wasn't a damn thing she could have done on her own to stop it either." For things like that, the fault lay with him. "That sort of crap was supposed to be left behind. Shit like demons I mean."

"Demons." Jayne muttered taking a deep drink from his next mug. "Never believed in that crap before. Plenty of humans who were bad enough. Then there were the reavers, guess they were close to demons." He looked annoyed and thoughtful.

Dean remarked as he knocked back another drink, "If I didn't see it so much, I'd never believe it either. What the hell is a reaver?"

Jayne's eyes clouded for a moment as he thought back to everything he had experienced. Things even Kaylee couldn't remember.

"Reaver's were the closest things we had to monsters in our verse. They were men driven crazy by chemicals the alliance pumped into their planets atmosphere." He took another longs swig, his gravely voice low and dangerous sounding. "They kill and eat and rape on folks and cut on themselves, they'll drive ya crazy if you're lucky. The crew Kaylee an' I were with got closer to reavers and lived then most anyone else I ever heard of." He met Dean's eyes for a moment, a primal sort of fire burning in them as he remembered the last time he'd fought them. Back to the wall, kill or be killed alongside most the crew. "Little Kaylee won't remember it but she killed her share of em too when push came to shove."

Dean grimaced at the description, not just how horrific it was. But also at the familiarity of it. Kaylee had briefly mentioned Reavers but he brushed it off as a future thing. Still part of him was relieved that she could hold her own a fight, which means Kang's defense training will help.

He then replied, "They sound like Croats. Croatan, it's this demonic virus that changes a person into a mindless monster that'll kill anything in sight. They bite you, you're fucked. Had a few run ins back home with them." Especially in that one bleak future.

Jayne let this mull about in his mind. He'd take a smuggler or a pirate any day compared to monsters like this.

But something else was nagging at his mind and maybe Dean would be the guy to ask.

"Listen," He started pointing a drunken finger jab vaguely in Dean's direction to make his point more clear, "What's the deal with how, I can remember stuff that's happened to me. I got the scars to prove it...but Kaylee and Wash can't?"

"Same reason my memories are different from my brother's or our buddy Cas. Stacy had to grab everybody from different times. The Ohm were destroying everything too fast to grab us all at once."

Jayne groaned at the explanation and spent about two minutes cursing in Chinese before he calmed down.

"'sbetter this way then." He decided, "They don't need to know what they're missing." He finished off his mug setting it aside.

Dean couldn't argue with that. He honestly wished he didn't know as much as of the future as he did now from Cas.

"Considering what's in the future for some of us? Yeah they really don't. Especially when you know it's all gone to shit."

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