Lunch time!

[notoftheblood]

WHO: Jack and Dean, maybe Sam and Jack?
WHAT: Lunch with Dad #1
WHERE: One of the bars
WHEN: Feb 15th
WARNINGS: Cursing, probably!

Jack had gotten his pay and even though he was trying to save for more games on his Dualis pad, he wanted to spend some time with Dean away from everyone else. To make sure things were really actually good between him and one of his favorite fathers.

After the texts, Jack had left his room to go meet Dean at the bar they choose, even if Jack was a glorified toddler, he had been drinking since day one, or two. Not ever as heavy as the boys but hew was still aiming to keep up. With his hands in his leather jacket he made his way inside to go find a booth, instead of going to the bar, so he could play with his phone while he waited, quietly kicking his feet.

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[notoftheblood]

Jack shook his head some then. "No, you were just younger and angrier, Dean, You looked a lot younger. Wore a dark leather jacket. Less rasp to your voice."

[familybadass]

Dean sat back, in thoughtful contemplation, well for Dean that meant a steely gaze and no smirk.

"The cage was not a fun place. Can you imagine what they would do with a Winchester?"

[notoftheblood]

The drinks were brought as Jack put a straw in his own. Taking a sip before looking to Dean.

"I... really don't want to, i hate the idea of them hurting you, Dean. If it was anything like the Malik box..."

HE DIDN'T FORGET DAD.

[familybadass]

Dean chuckles darkly, no humor in his laugh at all, taking a long drink of his beer. "Hey Sport, it's okay. I mean, it's not like the demon of the week is out to get us here, right?" Dean grinned.

"So, how are you holding up?"

[notoftheblood]

He had missed that laugh a lot more than he realized. He nodded a little at that.

"Yeah, thank goodness on that, we just have killer robot clones. We can handle that! AS for me... eh, Im tired a lot but I have my soul bad. So... thats a fair trade?"