random_cantina | Better and better.

"Oh... bleep." A tall blond girl who looked around fifteen but was really thirteen looked up from where she was working on homework with a purple-haired woman, her green eyes wide in a strangely familiar expression.

The woman studied him with violet eyes that seemed to know too much, then nodded. "Evenin', Padre. Welcome teh Logan's Place. Yer not in Kansas anymore."

"Vi, that's corny." The girl frowned at her.

He smiled "next you'll be telling me I'm not Dorothy gale I'm Arthur Frelling dent" he laughed softly. "Nice to meet you" he added walking over extending a hand.

"Nah. He's a bit better lookin'." The purple haired one leaned back in her chair and grinned. "Me name's Violet Sparrow, 'n this' Mary Winchester."

Mary gave her a really dirty look.

"Mary Winchester?" he asked taking a slightly nervous step back.

"Not yours." The girl scowled at him.

"Well thats good" He murmered

"My dad's dead, and I'm not looking for another one."

"Mary, put a cork in it," said Vi gently, then reached over and shook Dean's hand. "So, ye ever ben off Earth b'fore?"

"I've, uh, I can't be a father, vow of celebicy" he blushed "No ma'am" he said too her with a smile shaking the offered hand.

"Yeh might wanna take a look out the window, then." Violet chuckled.

He walked over and his eyes went wide crossing himself.

"It's all God's country, mate," she said with a laugh. "No fears."

He turned to look at her "It's just.....amazing" he murmered "That God would grace me with such a, beautiful experience"

"Bonehead," muttered Mary.

"He likes doin' stuff like that." Violet tipped up her mug of rum and took a deep drink. "Wait till yeh've ben out on the terrace 'n seen how far up we are."

He smiled taking his scarf off and pushing it into his pocket "amazing"

The fae chuckled and set her mug down, making it refill as it sat on the table. "So what brings yeh teh Logan's Place?"

"Brain rot," muttered Mary, scowling and turning her attention to her homework.

"The Lord I gather" he suggested "Although maybe I needed a break. I've just finished visiting hunter bars blessing their water systems"

"Oh yeah, holy water." Violet smirked.

"Comes in handy for the good fight" he smiled. Just like the gun he wore strapped to his back, and the knife down his leg.

"I prefer the Word, mehself." She lifted her newly filled cup and chugged.

"The amount of rum you can put away is freakin' obscene." Mary scowled at her, distracted from her disliking of Dean.

Violet just wriggled her eyebrows and went on drinking.

Dean smiled, "Words are mighty powerful, and so is one breath after drinking a lot of Rum, just need a lighter"

Violet set down her mug with a chuckle, then held up her hand, the seeming of a tiny flame dancing on her palm before being snuffed by a wash of water.

"She doesn't even get drunk." Mary chewed her pen thoughtfully and read her book.

"That is a true gift" he smiled, remembering the times he got drunk when he was younger.

"I git drunk. But only if I want." She gestured to the empty chair at the table. "Have a seat."

"Or DON'T," muttered Mary, scowling again.

He smiled at Mary before taking a seat "Thank you" he said to Vi.

"Yer welcome." She watched a huge man with a heavy pelt of golden fur walk in from the normal door and go to one of the bigger booths. Like several others in the cantina this evening he still wore some dirt from working in the soil on the terraces.

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