(A/N) So remember when I said this was going to be a 2-shot? I might have lied just a little. But to my defense, the universe shoved this beautiful plot into my face and I couldn't resist. So bear with me.


He stole another glance at the clock. 1:05. Not that it was terribly late, but he was getting anxious about this whole thing. He forced himself to calm down as he looked again (for reassurance's sake) at his phone where Dave's reply was still open. He read it again.

[Yeah, I'll be there. As long as you answer my questions in return]

He'd thought long and hard about how to answer Dave's questions. And he'd come up with no good replies. Cas literally flew in, and then flew him out. There really wasn't much to explain, other than, "oh yeah, he's an angel," which Dave would hardly accept as an answer.

He shifted uncomfortably and cast a glance toward the counter. They sure were taking a long time with his burger. He turned back to the table and fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt.

The bell on the door rang as it opened, and Dean twisted around to see who had entered. He was pleased to see Dave's white-blond hair and aviators. Dave glanced around the room until he saw Dean, and walked over. He slid into the booth across from him and propped his elbows onto the table.

A small smile crossed his face. "So, how hungover are you?"

Dean groaned. "You have no idea."

Dave laughed. "You bet I do. Gog, the whole house was a fraking mess. I had to clean up so much vomit I cannot express to you how horrid that was."

"Ah hell man, that sounds awful," Dean laughed in response.

"Frak man you don't even know. Troll vomit is something else."

Troll vomit? Dean heard Sam's voice in his head, "they're trolls, aliens from another planet." Maybe his brother was right? Any which way, it required further investigation. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Troll vomit?" he tried to sound as casually curious as possible.

Dave froze for half a second before relaxing again and chuckling. "Yeah, troll vomit. You know those weird friends of mine with the grey skin and the horns? The grey paint gets everywhere and it leaves some gross-as-frak messes. Not to mention that they're ridiculously committed to making and eating this weird ass gelatinous green goop-or, some of them are anyway." He shook his head and looked back at Dean. "Anywho, you called me here because you had questions. Ask away."

"Actually, I was going to ask you about your trollish friends," Dean said. "I've caught word that they're not quite human." The direct approach. He guessed it worked as well as anything.

Dave laughed, though it did not sound quite natural. "Really? I guess I should have expected you to ask about that. They're actually, well…" he paused, staring at something to his left. "You know Furries, right?"

"Those people that are convinced they're animals?"

"Yeah them. Well, they're sort of like them, but their complex isn't animals. They think that they aren't human, so they've formed this band sort of and they paint themselves grey and wear horns to "express their individuality" or some shit like that. They're totally normal, but people just think they're weirdos so there's a lot of weird ass rumors like that." Dave shrugged. "I figured you'd ask."

"Uh huh." Dean nodded. It wasn't unreasonable, which would make it a convenient lie, but at the same time, it also made it a feasible truth. He would have to probe further. "Is there a particular reason you associate with them, or..?" Dean left the question open with a semi-dismissive wave of his hand. He hoped Dave accepted his unsaid "acceptance"of his explanation.

"Ah. yes, that…" Dave sighed and absently scratched the back of his head. "Let's just say it's a long frakking story. The short version is that I met a lot of them online-I use 'met' loosely, mind you-and eventually we met in person and my best friend started dating one of them so now we're all awkwardly friends."

Dean sat back. "Makes sense." Something about the younger boy's tone amused him. "You said that with some venom, Dave."

"Said what?"

"Here's your order sir, can I get something for your friend?" The waitress said, setting Dean's burger down in front of him.

"I'll have whatever he's having. And a glass of AJ, thank you." Dave said. The waitress nodded and hurried away. Dave turned back to Dean, "My question still stands."

Dean chuckled, as he picked up his burger, eyeing it hungrily. It'd been too long since he'd had a quality burger, and this one looked promising. "When you said that your friend was dating one of the 'trolls,' you said it with a good deal of ferocity," he said, before biting into his burger.

"Oh," Dave forced a laugh. "Yeah. That's 'cause the girl he's dating is a total bitch. Like, take the bitchiest bitch you have ever met and raise that to the eighth power of ultimate bitchiness."

Dean raised an eyebrow as a substitution for words-his mouth was full of delicious burger, after all. Dave took the hint and explained further.

"Okay, so I know we were hella drunk last night so I'm not expecting you to remember shit, but do you remember the one troll kid in the wheelchair?" Dave asked. Dean nodded slowly. "Okay, well he's paralyzed from the waist down because one day he and Vriska-she's the bitchy one-and a few others were LARPing-they're hardcore LARPers you don't even know-and they got into some sort of heated argument and she pushed him down a flight of stairs and ever since he's been paralyzed."

"Was it unintentional, though?" Dean asked.

Dave laughed. "I wish. I mean, I wasn't there, I didn't know them at the time, but it was far from unintentional. I think that her character pushed him off a "cliff,"" Dave made air quotes with this fingers, "with the intention of killing his character. And ever since then she mocks him ceaselessly about how useless he is now that he can't walk. I'm telling you, she wins all the awards for bitchiness."

Dean smirked, "I actually think I have a contender for you."

Dave raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?"

"Yes, really. My brother dated this girl once, let's see, how do I describe her…?" Dean realized too late that he'd dug himself into a bit of a hole. He couldn't describe Ruby without saying that she was a demon, and most of the things she'd done to make her such an intolerable bitch were supernatural in nature. "She manipulated him into doing a lot of really horrible things and got him addicted to a couple really bad drugs." He shook his head, realizing he'd need to change the topic soon or else face the consequences of Dave's curiosity. "She's gone now, thankfully, though my brother had to deal with rehab for a couple years. But the real question is, if this chick," he gestured at Dave, indicating that he'd changed the topic back to his friend's girlfriend, "is such a bitch, what does your friend see in her?"

"I don't know man, they couldn't be more different." Dave snorted. "I suspect it has something to do with their mutual worship of Nick Cage, but other than that I have no idea."

The waitress came by, setting Dave's burger down in front of him, to which he said a polite thank you before turning back to Dean. "While we're rapidly changing topics," He smirked under his dark glasses. Dammit, he'd caught on to Dean's sudden topic change. "I still have questions for you about some of the events from last night."

Shit. He thought Dave had forgotten. "Yeah, I figured. Shoot," he said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"That guy that showed up literally out of nowhere and then touched your forehead or some shit like that and you two vanished. What the actual frak was that?" Dave was not shitting around here.

He was so screwed. Majorly screwed. "Are you sure you're remembering that right? I mean, we were both drunk out of our minds, and I'm pretty sure I walked out of there."

Dave eyed him suspiciously. "Yeah I guess that's possible." He shrugged and picked up his burger. "Well enough of that, this thing here is calling my name."

/\/\/\/

"He what?" Dean said, covering his mouth so his food wouldn't come flying out with the burst of laughter that erupted from his throat.

Dave clapped as he laughed, "He started crying too! Man it was so funny, I felt bad for the salamanders. And I don't even like lizards! They're practically puppet status."

"That's pretty low," Dean said. "You know, the more you talk, the more I wonder how the hell you and John are even friends."

"Oh Gog, I don't even know. He's just… I dunno man sometimes you and a person just click, you know?" Dave said. He glanced out the window to where the dark-haired girl with the big, round glasses was pressing her face to the window. Both men nearly jumped out of their skin while the girl laughed on the other side of the glass. "Dammit Jade!" Dave cursed, grinning before motioning her inside. The girl ran around and into the door.

"I met her last night, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, she was the one with the dog ears and the striped tights," Dave said.

"Riiiiight, yeah okay I remember now."

The dark-haired girl bounced over to them and slid into the booth next to Dave. "Hi boys! I hope you don't mind me interrupting your date!"

"Gog, Jade, it isn't a date," Dave said, rolling his eyes. She giggled and punched him in the shoulder.

"It's totally a date, you doofus." She giggled and pushed a stray clump of hair out of her eyes. "Okay but Karkles wants you home. Davesp-David and Terezi have been on a detective justicy trip and so of course Karkles is flipping the heck out and basically wants you home right now."

"UUGGHH." Dave dropped his head down and his forehead hit the table with a decisive whacking sound. "They've found something bad, haven't they?"

Jade nodded. "Incredibly. I think David is still out. Terezi's home though, you can ask her about it."

Dave picked his head up and stared longingly at the last, small portion of his burger. "Fine, fine I'll come home." He looked back at Dean. "I am so fraking sorry, man. But I think I've wasted enough of your time."

"Don't worry about it, Dave," Dean said as the three of them stood and began to walk toward the door. "Go and deal with your unruly detectives. Sam probably wants me back anyway." Dean shrugged.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Dave asked as they stood on the sidewalk, ready to part ways.

Dean smirked. "Depends on what you're offering."

Dave returned the look. "Oh baby, I'm offering everything."

"Daaaaave!" Jade squealed. The two boys laughed.

"I'll text you." Dave said as he and Jade turned and walked away.

"You'd better," Dean said.

/\/\/\/

"So. How was your date?" Sam asked as Dean entered their shabby motel room.

"Pretty good. I think I got something stuck to my shoe on the way out, though," Dean said, wandering over to his bed and sitting down across from Sam who had his laptop open, browsing the web. Probably something to do with Dave and the trolls or just other things to hunt.

"Think? Have you checked?" Sam asked, looking up from his computer.

"It's kind of hard to," Dean replied. "Have you had any luck?"

"A moderate amount. You?"

"He says they're like furries, but have an alien complex."

Sam was quiet for a moment. "That could either be entirely true or a convenient lie."

"I'm aware."

"If it's true, why didn't he tell you that right off?"

Dean shrugged, "Convenience maybe?" he pulled out his phone. If there was someone following them, they needed to look and sound as innocent as possible. He texted Sam.

[he said that "terezi and David" are into some "detective work" and that David is "still out, but Terezi is home."]

He sent the text with a flash of fear that Sam's phone was not on silent. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard nothing.

"Who are you texting?"

"Dave."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Still? I thought you were a hit-it-and-run kind of guy."

Dean forced a laugh. "Yeah, but maybe he's different."

"Special?"

"Something like that."

Sam glanced down at his phone. He shut his laptop off and leaned back in his chair, his phone in hand. It was not long before Dean received a reply.

{So you've taken that to mean that he's tailing us? It's a reasonable assumption, i suppose}

[we should just be careful. If they're as dangerous as you suspect them of being, there's a good chance one of them will try to kill us if they figure out what we are]

{Point taken.}

Sam hadn't looked up from his phone (which was still thankfully on silent) and he sat scrolling through something-who freaking knew what he got up to). "What are you and Dave talking about?"

"Uh, plans for tomorrow."

Sam laughed. "Wow, you two are serious about this."

Dean shrugged. "Like I said, I like him."

"Hmm." Sam's brow furrowed momentarily before he relaxed and smirked at Dean. "Look at that, my brother's got himself a boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend." Dean rolled his eyes.

"If you deny this much longer it'll be just like you and Cas."

"Wh-what? Cas and I never-, we didn't-" Dean could feel his face turning red. "Okay look. Cas is my friend-OUR friend. I don't have any sort of romantic feelings for him. It's an entirely different situation with Dave. He's...He's different, okay?"

"Whatever you say," Sam said with a slight shake of his head.

In Dean's hand, his phone buzzed again.

{Don't let your feelings get the better of you, Dean. If he's a threat, we'll still have to get rid of him.}