Stars End Bar and Grill?
A breeze, more so than the ventilation system of the bar flits across their table. Stirring the napkins at first, but then getting slowly stronger. The air temperature begins to fluctuate, first cold. So cold you can see your breath, then hot...so hot you wish you were in the deep freeze. Sparks begin to dance across metal surfaces, and lights flicker.
A voice, not unlike that of Jo whispered Dean's name. A play on his past, just something to get his attention. "Dean." The voice faint, but surely the man heard it.
The wind is getting stronger now, the spark more intense. The windows themselves are bowing inward, like the bar itself is about to implode. A table behind them turns over, and two of the server droids retreat to their place at the bar.
Dean stiffened, sitting straight up in the chair, instincts kicking in at the first sign of trouble. His first instinct was to protect Spade who sat across from him, but then he heard that voice, her voice, whispering to him, beckoning him like a ghost from beyond the veil, but it couldn't be her. That was impossible.
He flinched, tossing up an arm as the atmosphere itself inside the bar seemed to come alive with an evil presence. He stood to shield Spade from whatever it was that was coming, ducking his head against any flying debris. He knew they had to get out of there and quickly.
"Dean," The voice whispered again. "I need you, I want you." The glass shatters suddenly and the wind picks up, sending debris and other things flying, but pulling Dean out of the place, quickly, and like a thunderstorm in his home state, as quickly as it came, the storm is gone. His friend at the table, left alone.
A breeze, more so than the ventilation system of the bar flits across their table. Stirring the napkins at first, but then getting slowly stronger. The air temperature begins to fluctuate, first cold. So cold you can see your breath, then hot...so hot you wish you were in the deep freeze. Sparks begin to dance across metal surfaces, and lights flicker.
A voice, not unlike that of Jo whispered Dean's name. A play on his past, just something to get his attention. "Dean." The voice faint, but surely the man heard it.
The wind is getting stronger now, the spark more intense. The windows themselves are bowing inward, like the bar itself is about to implode. A table behind them turns over, and two of the server droids retreat to their place at the bar.
Dean stiffened, sitting straight up in the chair, instincts kicking in at the first sign of trouble. His first instinct was to protect Spade who sat across from him, but then he heard that voice, her voice, whispering to him, beckoning him like a ghost from beyond the veil, but it couldn't be her. That was impossible.
He flinched, tossing up an arm as the atmosphere itself inside the bar seemed to come alive with an evil presence. He stood to shield Spade from whatever it was that was coming, ducking his head against any flying debris. He knew they had to get out of there and quickly.
"Dean," The voice whispered again. "I need you, I want you." The glass shatters suddenly and the wind picks up, sending debris and other things flying, but pulling Dean out of the place, quickly, and like a thunderstorm in his home state, as quickly as it came, the storm is gone. His friend at the table, left alone.