Dean Winchester

Prompt: Waltz for the Moon by Nobuo Uematsu
Requested By: lizfirestarter
Characters: Dean Winchester, Liz Sherman, Sam Winchester, an OC I made up right now
Timeline/Verse: Brave New World verse, crack.  I have no idea what canon point this is even supposed to be, lmfao.  Just go with it.
Location:  New York City
Disclaimer:  I don't own Supernatural or Hellboy.  Dean is likedillinger , Liz is lizfirestarter , and Sam is getyourownpie .  All are used with permission and love.  Events are non-binding to all muses.  This grew into a... whole story kind of lmfao.  I wrote the last couple lines first and it just... went from there.  My challenge to myself was to write something NON-ANGSTY that was FUN.  :D  So... this is what you got.

Still accepting requests here!

"By the punch bowl," Dean said, glancing nonchalantly over Sam's shoulder, his gaze continuing to sweep the room as if entirely unconcerned, but his eyes snapped back to Sam to make sure he was registering.  His brother flicked a glance in that direction as well, forehead creasing a bit in apparent skepticism.

"You're sure?"

Offense colored Dean's expression as he fixed his eyes back on Sam.  "Of course I'm sure," he said, swiping Sam's drink right out of his hand and downing it, before dropping it on a passing waiter's tray full of otherwise full glasses.  He yanked on the bottom of his suit jacket, and adjusted his tie, surreptitiously running a hand down to the waist band of his slacks to check and make sure his gun was still there.  "He's the one.  I saw his face pretty clearly before he tried tearing off mine."

Sam's frown deepened a bit, and Dean suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.  He should have known better than to take Sam along on a werewolf case.  "Look," he said, his irritation audible, as he fixed Sam with a hard stare.  "Let me take care of it.  You just watch my damn back."

If Sam meant to reply to that, he never got around to it, because he nodded slightly in the direction of their target.  "He's leaving," he murmured, and Dean turned quickly to catch a glimpse of the beefy dude in a tux slipping out into the side halls.  

"I'll be right back," Dean said, shooting Sam a flickering smartass grin.  Sam yanked him back when he started in that direction.

"And what exactly am I supposed to do?" he asked.   Dean glanced around the room, and then smiled again at his brother, patting him on the shoulder, and leaning in to wiggle his eyebrows.

"I don't know, Sammy.  Mingle."   With that, he slipped through the crowd, heading towards the door.

The look on Sam's face as he watched his brother go clearly read 'fml'. 

( Seemed like it would be easy enough... )