11088/On the Road Again

On the Road Again
Date of Scene:	17 February 2020
Location:	= Bob's Kitchen Restaurant - backroads
Synopsis:	Dean gets a bacon cheeseburger and steals a car
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Dean Winchester

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
There's something to be said about back roads. While it's a bit harder to find established comforts like a standardized fast food restaurant or a chain hotel, there are a lot of hidden little treats when you take the road less traveled. You get the random mom and pop type gas stations, shops, and small scale eateries that have yet to be forced out by corporate America. Sure, that cheeseburger from Bob's kitchen will take much longer to make since they wait til it is actually ordered to make it. But it may very well be the cheeseburger that brings you on back.

Leaving the parking area of Bob's kitchen, the road gets dark quickly. The reflective signs are often the only signs of civilization granted to the driver as they travel down these dark roads at night.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Cheeseburgers. Pay for extra bacon. Dean's out here, under a fake name, on a bakc road....enjoying this. It's a little place like back in Kansas. He's settled into a seat at a table, just enjoying things. He's not had much time to wind down, really. Instead, he's been alll go. Now time to wind down and relax. With good old fashioned home food.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Dean's munching away at his burger, a server dressed in jeans and a gray polo with red stripes steps over. Red tinted lips lift to a warm smile as she looks to Dean's paper cup. "Refresh that for you, sweetie?" The voice is sickly sweet, betraying her to be a transplant from a more Southern region. Out of place for New York and Gotham but, on this backroad with nothing else to base things on? She fits.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean glances up with a nod. "Oh yeah, sure" he says, distracted by just how good the food actually....ya know.....is. He nods, shaking the paper cup and lifts it up. "How much is extra bacon, too?" he asks. Dean's smart, bringing his phone, too. Phone (fake) ID, money of questionable origin, and.....good food. That's all Daen wants outta this place.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Seventy five cents for two slices." The server answers without pause, seemingly getting this question enough even in this small estabishment to have that answer memorized.

Smiling, the server reaches down to pick up the cup, popping off the lid, holding the cupt towards Dean so he may grab on to the plastic circle with straw, "Just hold on to the lid and straw for me dear and I'll be right on back."

As the waitress heads off with cup in hand, leaving Dean to hold the straw and lid, there's little in terms of activity within the dining area. Dean came at an odd hour, leaving an unobstructed view of the window that shows the rather desolate road. An unmarked van slows and pulls in, the white panels diffusing what little light there is, causing for it to glow upon the dark backdrop before it vanishes from view as it moves into the parking lot.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Watching out the window, Dean slows his munching. The van's got his attention as he watches. Sure. Extra bacon...mmm, bacon. Bacon.

Dean's attention is focused on the van, wondering just....just what's up with that. Looking over the burger, Dean sets it down and sighs.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The cup is set down in front of Dean gently. Little droplets of drink slide down the side of the cup. The drink machine apparently being a little overzealous in its delivery. "There you go, dear." The server says, smile being heard in the voice itself. "Can I get you anything else?"

The door opens, causing for a bell tethered to the frame to bounce around, jingling an alert for all those within that another has joined the establishment.

In this case, it is a man wearing jeans, a basic black belt, a long-sleeved black shirt, and an unzipped brown jacket. Combined with the stubble, nothing really of note for someone entering an establishement like this. He walks over to the 'To Go' counter.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean watches up until the guy comes in, and he looks up watching it all. Looking over the guy, Dean shrugs. Just an average Joe, no doubt. Out here, wanting food. Yeah, that's probably a good thing. Looking over to him again, Dean slowly picks up the burger and shrugs, wondering just what the guy's ordering...

Well, besides the obvious, i.e. food. Food's a good thing, right?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As with a slow night and minimal obstruction, the sound of the man's order does filter to the eavesdropping Dean's ears. Three burgers, two medium bacon cheeseburgers with ketchup, one burger extra, extra, EXTRA rare, two orders of fries, two coffees, and one water. With the exception of the one burger, it seems normal enough of an order.

The basic attired man steps back, glancing curiously around the restaurant before looking over to Dean. Eyes locking upon his for a moment.

Ok it is a long moment. There's really not much else going on other than the food and those take a long time to prep.

So much time that the man leans against a nearby wall to wait. Oh gosh if the food wasn't so good!

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean shrugs, "Food's good" he says between bites. Looking over to the guy, Dean nods. His fake ID shows him to work for some obscure, backwater bit of the state government, responsible for checking the quarters in meters are face side up, that sort of obscure job. Too obvious of he goes for a big gun, an easy to check job. Dean nods, looking amused to the poor guy, then holds up his burgerr, sucking on the straw. That brings back memories best left unthought of. Incorrigible. Yes. yes. Dean /is/...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The man's eyes glimpse down to the ID. The distance preventing him from reading it, but the general format does get notice. He looks back to Dean. "Best burgers on the route." The man replies back in agreement, "Worth the wait."

As Dean's looking to the man waiting, a familiar looking black car comes into view of the window, quietly turning out of the driveway before accelerating down the road.

WHHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Dean Winchester has posed:
Wait. What? That's Baby!

Really, now? Son of a fucking bitch. Somebody fucking jacked Baby! Okay. Fuck this. His guns are in there. His fake ID. On the other hand. Whoever jacked it....just got a car with a ton of illegal guns. Ha. If the cops are smart enough to discover that...somebody's gonna have a really, really shitty day. Dean's half hoping karma kicks in like...welll....now? Where's a cop when you need one...?

And no. Dean's not going to the police. Instead. He'll fight fire with fire. He'll jack somebody /else's/ car to chase down Baby...while eating a cheeseburger too. Don't drink and drive? Common sense. Don't cheeseburger and drive? Not a law!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The sound of the muscle car peeling down the road causes for the man in the 'to go' line to turn his head with a frown. Straightening up, he shifts on his feet. "Be right back." He assures the counter person before he steps to the door opening it to head towards the unseen parking lot.

The counterperson shrugs, going back to work on other things.

The waitress sets down a plate next to Dean. Two extra strips of bacon rest upon it. "On the house, dear." She chirps, smiling as she knows she just made a customer's day better by saving them three whole quarters. Oh joy oh joy oh joy!

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean, literally, pockets the bacon. And sprints out the door. Time to grab a ride. He's on his phone yelling at his friend on the other end to get him a car out here. Baby got jacked. Oh snap. it's going down!

Dean just uses an elbow to smash out the window of the first car he comes to. he doesn't even check. he just wants to get after his car. Sonofa.....whoever stole it has a bad day coming...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Dean runs out to the parking lot, smashing into the window of the nearest car, there is the slightest bit of movement around the area where the Impala had been parked. Next to the space was the white van, back doors wide open. Closer to the driver side of the parking space the Impala had been, To Go order man kneeling over a similarly dressed man, applying pressure to a gushing neck wound with one hand while speaking into his wrist with the other

Did they hear Dean? It doesn't seem to be a pressing concern at the moment. But the mention of a black impala can be heard.

"MAH CAR!" The waitress shouts from the restaurant door.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's pulling out of the lot too. In the grand scheme of things. A car theft is way lower on the totem pole than, say, bleeding cop. Dean though is leaving that behind and....going after his car. He doesn't know every single connection of everyone in the network. There's a slim chance one of them, maybe has a best friend from high school who works for some unimportant bit of government. Dean though, is arguing with the modern (circa anything post 1967) radio as he drives.