11370/Cheeseburgers and Dean

Cheeseburgers and Dean
Date of Scene:	21 April 2020
Location:	Burger Joint - Salem Center
Synopsis:	Dean goes for a cheeseburger, runs into Petra, and gets a new friend to go house exploring with
Cast of Characters:	Dean Winchester, Petra Emreis

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Dean Winchester has posed:
There's something comforting about a cheeseburger after, say, dealing with whatever /that/ thing was by that little place by the lake in Maine...which is where Dean's been. So, back to familiarity. A cheeseburger.

Dean's not picky. This is just the one he finally went ah, screw it, and walked in. It's not a shock that the burgers are large, the cheese could rival stacks of Post-It notes for size and height....and Dean's got enough ketchup to rival Sam's blood loss in any given fight. In other words, Dean's doing pretty good thank you very much. He's got a table by the window so he can keep an eye on the street outside, too. Oh, he's been hearing rumors about some witchy type who hunts things. Curiosity got the better of him. With the aid of a few (dozen) burner phones, Sam's laptop, and a lot of buying his hunter network cheap greasy food...Dean's not a lot closer to figuring out who the mysterious hunter witch is.

Least they're not a witch hunter. There is that. Still, Dean's tried all the numbers he's got given and just hoping, hey, one of them works and he didn't just sign up for a few hundred timeshares

Petra Emreis has posed:
It wasn't really news to Petra that other hunters were out there, after all it had been that way all through history; one of the best things about humanity was that when monsters preyed on them? They'd always eventually push back. Of course, most of them weren't sorceress or mutants that could physically stand up to creatures, but creativity helped.

Despite the advantages that Petra might have over some? The girl still had to go through some of the same hoops; she had to do research. If she was going to endure that? She was going to get a shake first!

Wrapped in a pair of jeans and a simple leather jacket, the ashen-haired girl heads towards the counter, seemingly unaware of the Winchester in wait.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's not exactly hiding behind a rock ready to club Petra over the head or....or anything. Instead, he's chowing down on the cheese sandwich with a beef patty. No it's not a cheeseburger in Dean's view. Oh he's one half of the Winchester boys, true. But he's high up there on the creative scale.

Wearing his usual garb of a t-shirt, leather jacket. Henleys. Jeans, boots.

Dean fiddles with his phone and looks up from the cheeseburger and takes in the joint he's in.

"Well then" Dean shrugs adjusting his jacket to better hide the concealed firearm under it. No sense getting busted while enjoying food, nah. Still, Dean's phone chirps and he looks to it. "Yeah Sammy, you're missing out" he says dryly. "Good food and downtime"

Petra Emreis has posed:
The problem with mystics and immortals? They're not always the most social of folks. She hadn't met the Winchesters, either sibling! What she -does- however have, is enough senses for something 'mystic' to touch her senses. Of course, even if Dean wasn't carrying charms, demon-killing knives or who-knows-what else...an anti-possession marking? It was enough to be the smallest 'blip' on her senses.

"Cheeseburger, small fries and a strawberry shake?" she orders, stepping away from the counter and turning her gaze towards dean and his phone...she was staring a little, but oddly enough? It was towards his chest.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean glances up from his meal and just looks comical with the cheeseburger poised in mid air. "What?" he asks, "You staring at me for?"

Oh he's not dumb enough to bring the Colt in here, but those knives? Yeah they are hidden away. So is his M1911. Which is the bulge under his left arm. The actual Colt? That one's hidden on his waist by his hip really. His left hip to be precise.

Dean slowly lowers the burger back down, sipping his Coke. "So what, did I smear ketchup on my jacket or something?" he asks. He's genuinely puzzled wy anyone would stare at him. And this woman no less. Suddenly he could really use Sam or Jo for advice. Comb his hair, tidy his shirt, sit up straight, look presentable? Yeah not happening with Dean. He is who he is, and what you see is what you get with him

Want somebody to deal with supernatural beasties? Dean and Sam. Want to take one of the duo to a black tie dinner? Sam's your man. Dean's the one who balks at suits and ties. Dean gets up and goes to retrieve his phone for a moment. Oh he's not leaving. Nope. "'Scuse me" Dean says "I was gonna get more fries"

As he moves, the Colt's revealed for a moment, Dean's jacket moving just enough to reveal the .36 revolver. Great. Have a big neon sign above your head Dean, why don't you?

Petra Emreis has posed:
A blink, a frown. She'd been caught staring. Perhaps her more general trend towards focus at the exclusion of her environment and people was a detrement, but she was left to blink and give a little sheepish blink. "Oh uh...nice tattoo?"

Well done Petra...except she wasn't supposed to be able to see that. Crap.

Moving to sit herself down at a nearby table, she's rather embarassedly setting her own phone down and fishing for her own fries. Then the Colt is revealed and she's left to blink. Now -that- was something to 'feel', even if it wasn't fully loaded, the 'echo' of history on the weapon alone was enough to have her almost reeling for a second.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Good job, Dean too. "Nice....tattoo?" he asks. "You said what now?" he asks, all but slinking back to his table with fries, and adjusting his jacket. No need to get led outta here in cuffs after all. "So" Dean says with a fry in in his fingers. "So, what's up?"

As introductions go, it's lame. But Dean's still on the hunt for...

Bingo, his phone chirps, he snatches it up and looks at the screen then Petra. "I'm looking for a hunter" he says casually, chowing down onn a fry, licking ketchup off his knuckles. "Yepp, after a hunter"

Dean's giving her a look out the corner of his eye, an 'I know what you are up to' look. See, they've both messed up. Just Petra's not liable to bring an occult weapon in here. Dean on the other hand's not staring at Petra. Well not intentionally.

Petra Emreis has posed:
Technically speaking, Petra -was- an occult weapon, or at the very least she could summon one to her pretty quickly! A little shift in the seat as she pauses, the not-exactly-subtle greeting from Dean and that noise from his phone. Had she been 'made', there was a reason she usually utilized a glamour spell to hide herself when she needed to...but she hadn't exactly expected to need it while getting some lunch!

"A hunter?" she repeats, those eyes sweeping up to meet his own for a moment before he looks away. "And why exactly is that?"

He didn't 'feel' like a monster, Demon or other horror that might come after her after all. But that didn't mean a stranger couldn't be dangerous. A day or so ago she'd been hurled around a museum by a doctor with robot arms after all!

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Why look for a hunter? Cause I got things that need hunting" Dean offers casually. He holds up his phone and shows a text from Sam. Everyday mundane stuff. Don't forget to get groceries. See. Normal every day stuff. Petra may be an occult weapon, or able to summon one. Dean's just got the Colt easily to hand. If it comes down to it though, Dean's capable.

And yes, hungry too. Hence the food.

"I mean, why else would you need a hunter. Gonna give some back woods shotgun toting guy a paintbrush and say here paint my kitchen?" Dean asks with a straight face. "Oh sure, Jim Bob. Load that paint into your boomstick and pull the trigger why don'tcha? sure, blast a hole in the wall, good job, have a beer" Dean adds sarcastically, shaking his head.

Petra Emreis has posed:
"That's...one way to put it?" Petra muses, shaking her head with a light sniff of amusement before taking a sip of her drink and then tilting her head to the side. "Alright then. I'm going to assume you're not here to kill me in the middle of a burger join but..." she trails off, reaching into her pocket and retrieving a silver coin, pushing it his way. "First thing's first."

Only fair after all!

"So, do you usually go loudly proclaiming you're looking for a hunter or huntress so casually?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean looks to the coin and grins. "Heads" he chuckles shaking his head and chewing on another fry, then he reaches for the coin. Nope, totally not a skinwalker. Just regular old human. "Wait, do people often try to kill you in the middle of lunch?" he asks. "I mean. Can't enjoy a good shake or fries without something trying to kill you huh? That's just sad" Dean says with a snort. "Been there, done that. Mind if I keep the coin?" he adds quickly.

Nah he's not a skinwalker. "Though,speaking of hunters, was up in Caribou the other day, ran into a bunch of hunters up there. You'd think I was at home.Nah. Still looking. I don't usually make a habit of it, but I got a problem hunters can deal with"

Not the rifle and deer hunting type, either...

Petra Emreis has posed:
"You'd be suprised how rough some places can get," she offers with a little shrug, tilting her head to the side and smirking. "I mean, some 'people' don't quite like people hunting." A pause to take a bite of her burger, the woman pauses to wipe her lips of stray ketchup before she tilts her head to the side. "So, I suppose the questions is then...why you're looking for help? I imagine you're not just finding company."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Ya think?" dean asks with a nod. "Oh I hear you. I hear you and it's just so sad" he muses with a shrug. "So, let me ask you something?" he adds, burger forgotten for the moment.

"You believe in things that go bump in the night? I got asked to look into that. I'm looking for folks to come into an old, old house with me, y'know?" Dean says resuming doing his best beaver impression as far as gnawing his way through a burger. And cheese. And bread too.

Setting the burgr down again, Dean looks to the coin. "You make a habit of putting coins on a table or you leaving a tip before you finish up eating?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
"Guess I like to use it to make decisions. Heads or tails and such?" Petra shrugs, her own tone being quite light but noticably carrying a slight 'Queen's English' edge to it as they speak. "For instance, if I'm going to go doing 'enthusiastic real estate inspections' with someone I've just met."

A drop of her voice in volume as she continues, laughing softly. "Strangers carrying mystical items into burger joints."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"So I'm not the only one that does things on a whim. Yes, enthuiastic real estate investigations" Dean nods looking overly amused then his gaze sharpens and he too drops his voice. "So, mystical objects huh?" he murmurs. "Like what?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
Consideration, a bite of her own burger before she continues speaking. Some hunters were more zealotous than others, talking of magic could spook them after all. "Whatever the hell that thing is you're hiding under the jacket. The magic put onto that is one of the biggest ritual-spells I've ever seen...although it's missing something."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Now what's under the jacket huh? I got two guns, I got a brass steer's head" he says, twirling a fry. Dean's skeptical, sure.But...but...

"I'll bite. What's it missing?" Dean asks with a genuinely curious look. Damn it, Dean. She's got you interested...

"I mean, you said it's this....magic beacon right? But I don't feel any different" he observes. "I'm not walking around with a hat with stars on it waving a wand making kids wishes come true" he shrugs. Oh, Dean is so not a birthday party magician. If Dean shows up to a party, he wants the last beer, after kicking supernatural butt, really...

Petra Emreis has posed:
"To people who can hear it, smell it, taste it or whatever...not everyone who's got a bit of magic in them is gonna know it's there." A nod, the soceress explains lightly before biting her lip. How to answer that question? She considers for a second before shrugging. "It's kinda like finding something that's got all but one of it's batteries?"

How easy was it to explain to a non-magical folk? Not very.

A wave of her hand, she shrugs her shoulders. "It's not always like that anyway. Granting wishes isn't exactly common/low-end thing!"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean shakes his head with a smirk. "Nah, I get it. I get it" Dean nods looking serious for a moment. "So if I find this missing thing, what then?" he asks with a shrug. "I'm all ears. So are you seriously into exploring this old house?" Dean muses with a smile as he finishes performing aerobatics with the fry and chews it. "I mean. Creepy old house. A woman who knows about magic, me. What could go wrong?"

Yeah sure. Keep tempting fate, Dean. Keep tempting fate...

Petra Emreis has posed:
"There is a difference between a 'Witch' and a sorceress," Petra points out, seemingly ignoring the question about the missing component. After all, she didn't really have the answer without far more time to examine and actually look at the thing. But was she willing to check out the 'old house' with a stranger? Well, most people would refuse...but most people aren't a hunter of horrors.

"I suppose I'll check it out."