((Follows on from You Can Never Go Home.))
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The world was full of bars like this. The local watering hole - a place where if you weren't a local, you were viewed with a certain amount of suspicion until you spent the appropriate sum on food or drink or both. Or if you were Dean, who seemed to be at home no matter where he chose to roll up to. Nim hadn't even noticed the name of this particular bar, her expert eye scanning the patrons to make sure they weren't walking into trouble. Satisfied, she let Dean continue on his way into the saloon. "You make your call, I get a round in."
He got the feeling she was casing the place for him, making sure it was safe, and this equally annoyed and amused him. "I don't need a guardian angel, you know. I've been taking care of myself a long time." He hipbumped her, and tossed a smile her way, just for good measure, but it was hard to tell if he was scolding or teasing or a mixture of both. "Make mine a boilermaker and you've got a deal," he told her as he pulled a cell phone from somewhere inside his jacket.
She took it as a scolding, aware that he was probably bristling at her unthinking habit of checking every place they walked into. Though the smile she sent back to him as he hipchecked her was fond, it didn't quite touch her eyes as a result, her gaze flickering away before he could call her on it. "You're on," she agreed, brushing her hair out of her face as she turned to slip toward the bar, catching the 'tender's eye with a nod.
It wasn't that he was angry at her for watching out for him, but he had his pride and thought he should be doing that for her, not the other way around. Hunter's pride maybe, or maybe it was just male ego. Either way, he bristled a little, but tried to make light of it. As for himself, he had already scouted the place out as soon as they'd walked in, noting the exits, the windows, the clientele. He nodded a greeting to someone who was looking their way and was promptly ignored. "I'll get us a table," he told her, as he scouted those out as well, eyeing a booth in a dark, back corner where they might have some semblance of privacy.
Her gaze flickered to take note of where he'd gone to sit as she ordered, leaning onto her elbows on the bar to wait. As much as he bristled at her performing a task he thought he should be doing, she was equally prickly about his clear and present and continuing insistence that she was somehow an inferior hunter just because he wanted to protect her. They were going to have to work on that. Nim drew in a slow breath, glancing down the bar as she pulled her wallet from her pocket, dark eyes taking note of every face that looked her way. Her brow furrowed for a moment as she felt a vague shock of recognition, her gaze returning to a figure hunched over a bottle of beer not three stools away from her. What was he doing here"
Dean watched her for a moment, or watched those around her, protectively, jealously even, knowing how predatory places like this were and not really liking how she seemed to think she could take care of herself, almost like she didn't need him. It took a minute before Bobby answered the phone on the other end and before long, he was lost in conversation, his attention drifting away from Nim at the bar and whoever she might run into there to exchange information with Bobby.
"Ralph?" Nim's voice was low, amused to find herself standing near a friend she'd made at the Landing here in a run down bar in Lawrence, KS.
The man looked up, seemingly unsurprised to see her there but offering up an understated smile of greeting. "Hello, Nim."
Laughing at his unassuming hello as much as the surprise of finding a friend in a place she'd never even heard of before Dean had dropped into her life, Nim moved over to Ralph, wrapping one arm around him in a friendly hug. "What're you doing here?" she asked him cheerfully, glancing up to pay for the drinks that were left on the bar beside her. "I thought you were headed for Minnesota."
Dean glanced over just in time to catch Nim wrapping her arms around a strange man. From the looks of things, he didn't seem a stranger to her, but he sure as hell was to Dean. He mumbled something to Bobby, hardly hearing his reply, distracted by Nim's familiarity with another man. There were too many people in the bar for him to hear what was being said, and he wasn't very good at reading lips, but so far, they seemed to be keeping things friendly. He blinked out of his thoughts to answer Bobby, who had clearly never heard of anyone named Missouri.
There was nothing for him to be jealous of, but of course, Dean had never laid eyes on Ralph before. As Nim stepped back, the man twisted to face her. "I heard you had set out with Dean Winchester," he said in his quiet way, looking her over as though memorising each new bruise that was slowly healing from her skin.
Nim blinked in surprise. "News travels fast," she commented thoughtfully, looking over to where Dean was sat, trying to work out if he was still on the phone. "Come join us, I'd like you guys to meet each other."
Ralph nodded slowly, rising to his full height to help her take up their drinks. "Thank you, Nim. I believe I shall."
Dean turned back to the pair at the bar, noticing that they were looking his way, the man moving to his feet and taking up their drinks as if he was going to join them. Dean narrowed his eyes, feeling a twinge of jealousy at the man's unexpected familiarity with his girl, and he told Bobby hastily, "I'll call you back." Bobby protested on the other end, but Dean hung up the phone, turning his full attention to pair that was headed his way.
Leading Ralph across to where Dean sat, Nim set Dean's boilermaker down in front of him before dropping into the seat beside her lover, offering him a wide, happy smile. "Remember me telling you about Ralph, the guy who taught me to play guitar?" she asked Dean through that smile. "This is him. Dean, Ralph - Ralph, Dean."
The tall, quiet Ralph set his and Nim's drinks down on the table, remaining standing as he nodded warmly to Dean. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dean Winchester." And in some as yet undefined way, he truly sounded as though he meant it.
Dean remained seated, his gaze steadily following the pair toward him, mostly focused on the man who Nim was now introducing as Ralph, somehow doubting that was his real name. "What brings you to Lawrence, Ralph?" Dean asked, emphasizing the man's name, almost challenging him and his too coincidental presence here.
Nim frowned a little, feeling the hint toward hostility and uncertain what she could do to forestall it. But she didn't need to - Ralph had already lowered himself to the seat opposite them both, his hands laid flat against the table. On his right forefinger glittered a ring emblazoned with a sun symbol set with amber. "You brought me here, Dean Winchester," he said in his quiet way, glancing between the hunters sat across from him. "Both of you."
The world was full of bars like this. The local watering hole - a place where if you weren't a local, you were viewed with a certain amount of suspicion until you spent the appropriate sum on food or drink or both. Or if you were Dean, who seemed to be at home no matter where he chose to roll up to. Nim hadn't even noticed the name of this particular bar, her expert eye scanning the patrons to make sure they weren't walking into trouble. Satisfied, she let Dean continue on his way into the saloon. "You make your call, I get a round in."
He got the feeling she was casing the place for him, making sure it was safe, and this equally annoyed and amused him. "I don't need a guardian angel, you know. I've been taking care of myself a long time." He hipbumped her, and tossed a smile her way, just for good measure, but it was hard to tell if he was scolding or teasing or a mixture of both. "Make mine a boilermaker and you've got a deal," he told her as he pulled a cell phone from somewhere inside his jacket.
She took it as a scolding, aware that he was probably bristling at her unthinking habit of checking every place they walked into. Though the smile she sent back to him as he hipchecked her was fond, it didn't quite touch her eyes as a result, her gaze flickering away before he could call her on it. "You're on," she agreed, brushing her hair out of her face as she turned to slip toward the bar, catching the 'tender's eye with a nod.
It wasn't that he was angry at her for watching out for him, but he had his pride and thought he should be doing that for her, not the other way around. Hunter's pride maybe, or maybe it was just male ego. Either way, he bristled a little, but tried to make light of it. As for himself, he had already scouted the place out as soon as they'd walked in, noting the exits, the windows, the clientele. He nodded a greeting to someone who was looking their way and was promptly ignored. "I'll get us a table," he told her, as he scouted those out as well, eyeing a booth in a dark, back corner where they might have some semblance of privacy.
Her gaze flickered to take note of where he'd gone to sit as she ordered, leaning onto her elbows on the bar to wait. As much as he bristled at her performing a task he thought he should be doing, she was equally prickly about his clear and present and continuing insistence that she was somehow an inferior hunter just because he wanted to protect her. They were going to have to work on that. Nim drew in a slow breath, glancing down the bar as she pulled her wallet from her pocket, dark eyes taking note of every face that looked her way. Her brow furrowed for a moment as she felt a vague shock of recognition, her gaze returning to a figure hunched over a bottle of beer not three stools away from her. What was he doing here"
Dean watched her for a moment, or watched those around her, protectively, jealously even, knowing how predatory places like this were and not really liking how she seemed to think she could take care of herself, almost like she didn't need him. It took a minute before Bobby answered the phone on the other end and before long, he was lost in conversation, his attention drifting away from Nim at the bar and whoever she might run into there to exchange information with Bobby.
"Ralph?" Nim's voice was low, amused to find herself standing near a friend she'd made at the Landing here in a run down bar in Lawrence, KS.
The man looked up, seemingly unsurprised to see her there but offering up an understated smile of greeting. "Hello, Nim."
Laughing at his unassuming hello as much as the surprise of finding a friend in a place she'd never even heard of before Dean had dropped into her life, Nim moved over to Ralph, wrapping one arm around him in a friendly hug. "What're you doing here?" she asked him cheerfully, glancing up to pay for the drinks that were left on the bar beside her. "I thought you were headed for Minnesota."
Dean glanced over just in time to catch Nim wrapping her arms around a strange man. From the looks of things, he didn't seem a stranger to her, but he sure as hell was to Dean. He mumbled something to Bobby, hardly hearing his reply, distracted by Nim's familiarity with another man. There were too many people in the bar for him to hear what was being said, and he wasn't very good at reading lips, but so far, they seemed to be keeping things friendly. He blinked out of his thoughts to answer Bobby, who had clearly never heard of anyone named Missouri.
There was nothing for him to be jealous of, but of course, Dean had never laid eyes on Ralph before. As Nim stepped back, the man twisted to face her. "I heard you had set out with Dean Winchester," he said in his quiet way, looking her over as though memorising each new bruise that was slowly healing from her skin.
Nim blinked in surprise. "News travels fast," she commented thoughtfully, looking over to where Dean was sat, trying to work out if he was still on the phone. "Come join us, I'd like you guys to meet each other."
Ralph nodded slowly, rising to his full height to help her take up their drinks. "Thank you, Nim. I believe I shall."
Dean turned back to the pair at the bar, noticing that they were looking his way, the man moving to his feet and taking up their drinks as if he was going to join them. Dean narrowed his eyes, feeling a twinge of jealousy at the man's unexpected familiarity with his girl, and he told Bobby hastily, "I'll call you back." Bobby protested on the other end, but Dean hung up the phone, turning his full attention to pair that was headed his way.
Leading Ralph across to where Dean sat, Nim set Dean's boilermaker down in front of him before dropping into the seat beside her lover, offering him a wide, happy smile. "Remember me telling you about Ralph, the guy who taught me to play guitar?" she asked Dean through that smile. "This is him. Dean, Ralph - Ralph, Dean."
The tall, quiet Ralph set his and Nim's drinks down on the table, remaining standing as he nodded warmly to Dean. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dean Winchester." And in some as yet undefined way, he truly sounded as though he meant it.
Dean remained seated, his gaze steadily following the pair toward him, mostly focused on the man who Nim was now introducing as Ralph, somehow doubting that was his real name. "What brings you to Lawrence, Ralph?" Dean asked, emphasizing the man's name, almost challenging him and his too coincidental presence here.
Nim frowned a little, feeling the hint toward hostility and uncertain what she could do to forestall it. But she didn't need to - Ralph had already lowered himself to the seat opposite them both, his hands laid flat against the table. On his right forefinger glittered a ring emblazoned with a sun symbol set with amber. "You brought me here, Dean Winchester," he said in his quiet way, glancing between the hunters sat across from him. "Both of you."