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10/20/2015 2:29:57 AM
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Before they leave, he grabs his own phone and leather jacket. Dean leads her to the Impala and opens the door for her.
"It's ok, AC/DC won't take your hearing again."
He chuckles a bit.
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[b]She steps into the car, smiling at his remark as she waits for him to start it up[/b]
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He closes the door and walks over to the driver side, stepping in and closing the door. He starts the car and Jimi Hendrix's Fire is playing. Dean smiles at the good song and back out of his parking space. He drives towards the coordinates from the ad. "So, who was that on the phone with you?"
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[i]"Family friend, asked for a personal transport ship"[/i]
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He nods. "Can it fit two?" He smirks a bit and takes his eyes off the road for a second, looking at her. Dean looks back at the road again.
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[b]She smirks, already knowing what he meant[/b] [i]"Yes it can, obviously"[/i]
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"Cool." He smiles over at her as he pulls up to a coffee shop. Dean turns the music down a bit. "How do you take your coffee?"
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[b]She thinks for a bit[/b] [i]"Umm, shot of vanilla, half and half, and that's about it"[/i]
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He nods and steps out of the car. Dean walks towards the coffee shop and opens the door, holding it open for an old lady on her way in. He gets in and orders the coffee, waiting around on his phone until the coffee was ready.
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[b]She sits in the car, waiting for anything to happen[/b]
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He returns with the coffee and hands her one cup and keeps the other for himself. Dean gets in the car and takes a sip of his coffee. He starts the car.
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[b]She sits back in the seat, sipping at her coffee[/b]
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"Where is this personal transport picking us up at?" Dean pulls off the corner and starts driving down the road.
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[i]"Closest airport"[/i]
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He nods, heading for the airport. Dean gets out throwing his coffee cup in a nearby trashcan. He stands with the door open, leaning into the corner of the door and car itself. "What am I gonna do with this thing?"
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[i]"I dunno Depends if you want to fly it or not"[/i]
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"Not really. Meh, I know a guy." He pulls out his phone and texts for a moment. A man in an open trench coat with a suit on underneath walks towards Dean, seemingly out of nowhere. "Dean." "Hey Cass." "What do you need?" "I need you to take the Impala for a little while. Siging onto that team."
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[b]She watches the ordeal, waiting[/b]
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"Who's the woman?" "Her name's Jupiter. Cass, don't." Dean walks past Cass and towards the trunk. He grabs a full duffel bag and hefts it over his shoulder. "Thanks again, man." "You're welcome, tell Sam I said Hi." The car disappears along with Cass.
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[b]She watches as the man and the truck vanish, as she checks the tims[/b] [i]"Ship should be here soon"[/i]
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He nods. "No questions about how he just kinda teleports around?" Dean grins a bit.
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[i]"Not gonna ask"[/i] [b]It takes a bit, but the ship eventually arrives[/b] [b]The roar of it Corvette like engines is heard, as a man hops out of it, and nods to Jupiter as he walks off[/b] [spoiler]new post?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sure. You wanna make it or should I?[/spoiler] He follows her into the ship with his duffel bag. Dean looks around the inside of the ship.
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[spoiler]you[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's up[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]K gimme a sec[/spoiler]
