Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters - these were created by Eric Kripke - I'm just borrowing them. I'm not making any commercial gain. No harm or infringement intended.
SPN100 Challenge: sweet and oil. It's not easy closing a deal when your clientele know you from the future. Set pre-series, during a missing scene from 6.18 Frontierland. 200 words as I'm using this week's and last week's word!
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Dearth of a Salesman
"His talk is smooth as butter, yet war is in his heart; his words are more soothing than oil, yet they are drawn swords" - Psalm 55:21
He snorted at the sign: 'Sunrise'. He'd seen some sorry, one-horse towns in his time, but this place set a new low. Let's be gone by sunset, he decided, as he stepped into the bar.
"My, what a charming establishment you have, Mister...?"
"Elkins," snapped the barman, peering at him with obvious suspicion. "You one of them snake oil salesmen?"
"'Doc' F. C. Terminus at your service; purveyor of the finest quality medicinals," he announced with a well-rehearsed, theatrical flourish. "If you want it, I've got it," he added with a wink.
"You can't sweet talk me," grumbled Elkins, returning to his glass-polishing. "But there's a couple o' saddle-sore boys over there who could probably use some salve." The barman pointed to two men deep in discussion.
Now they look like a couple of easy marks, he thought, rubbing his hands in mental glee as he noted their outlandish garments.
As he approached, the pair looked up. "Crowley?" growled one with an incredulous air of menace that didn't bode well.
"I have a strict 'no returns' policy," he stuttered, as the hulking brutes clambered to their feet.
Time to get out of Dodge, he thought, as he turned and fled.
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