Dean Winchester

It's been awhile since this journal saw any posting action.   /CHANGES THAT

I hope everyone on my f-list that I haven't talked to in awhile is doing well.  ♥  Time for a MEME REDUX.

01. Put your music player on shuffle all.
02. Write a drabble for whatever song comes on.
03. You only have the time of the song to write it.
04. Once the song is over you’re done. You can’t write anything more for that drabble.  Cheat like crazy on this step.
05. Do this five times    Do this once to get back in the swing of writing drabbles 8|

This is counted_stars specific so Sam is imnot_likeyou and Gabriel Gray is intuitivelyapt.  They are used without permission, nyah nyah nyah.

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#1 (and only):  Secret Karma Serenade by Yasushi Ishii

Most of the cantinas Dean tended to frequent were the kind of New Hope fare that he could feel right at home in, but this club on Zeltros was something else.  He would have sworn it was a strip joint with the way chicks were writhing to the sensual pounding beats, if it weren't the fact that Sam had come along willingly, and he'd been the one to research the place before they arrived.   

Their contact lounged in a purple vinyl couch near the back, two chicks with bright red skin and minimal clothing cradled up to either side of him.  Dean raised an eyebrow in appreciation, as Sam rolled his eyes.   

"Rykk?" Sam asked pointedly, and the guy touched a button on the side of his shades.  The dark lenses retracted, revealing two eyes that were completely blue, void of pupils.  He looked between them both, and behind them, where Gabriel was skulking, with an expression that made it clear he thought they were as good as the dirt on the bottom of his dura-shoes.  

"Who's asking?" he said coolly, in a smooth voice that would have made Lando Calrissian envious.  

"Karma," Dean said, tossing a datapad onto the table in front of him, where it clattered right into the guy's plate of exotic appetizers.  "She's a real bitch like that."   Rykk shot him a poisonous glance as if he knew what was coming and picked up the datapad hesitantly.   The manifests laid out a pretty dark trail.   One that would land him in jail pretty easily, if it got out to the right authorities.

He smiled, revealing teeth as sharp as knives, and his voice dripped with malice.

"You have my attention," Rykk said, making that sound remarkably like a threat.  "What can I do for you boys?" 

Dean grinned.

"I was hoping you'd ask."

 

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