Chapter 7 – Basically the Same
Not many patrons were in the dimly lit bar. A few sat with beers at their tables and discussed their days' work, some solemnly stared down into their drinks and others made use of the dartboard or billiard tables. At one of the latter two burly man took turns trying to push their assigned balls into the pockets.
"It's one of those things that are terribly written, but still fun and interesting. Seriously, Edlund got no proper talent for writing, but you still can't put it down", one of them declared removing his patch-covered leather jacket and hanging it over a nearby chair.
"You know these shows where there's always a new bad each episode?" He asked his companion and added after receiving a nod: "It's kind of like that, like a - Monster-of-the-week book, so to say. Every book has a different antagonist, with the Big Bad lurking in the background." Following his explanation he picked up his cue and went for one of the striped balls. The ball rolled towards the intended pocket, but it was soon clear that it would miss its target. Straitening up again the biker continued his train of thoughts. "It's a bit like Buffy, but with dudes, more blood, death and monsters."
Suddenly one of the other patrons started coughing violently and the bikers turned around. One of the guys that sat nearby had seemingly got some food stuck in the wrong pipe.
"Dean!" The other guy at the table exclaimed rising up to help his friend.
"Let me", the biker held out his hand towards him and stood behind Dean.
At first he slapped him on the back a few times, but as that didn't have the wanted result he grabbed Dean below the armpits to make him stand and performed the Heimlich manoeuvre on him. Finally the food left Dean's throat and unfortunately landed in his friend's face. Awkwardly Dean passed him a napkin after a few light coughs.
"You're all right, buddy?" The bikers asked, still a bit worried.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Dean mumbled and the biker patted him slightly on the back before turning away.
"Where was I?" He then asked his friend wanting to continue the conversation.
"A bit like Buffy", the other reminded him.
"Ah, yes. It's a bit like Buffy. Though there isn't that much romance crap, like the whole thing with Angel and stuff. Though they have real Angels and Demons."
"That's enough. Let's go Sammy", Dean demanded from the other guy at the table.
"Come on, Dean. The description makes it sound half decent", the other disagreed, a small smile on his face.
"You're kidding, right? That dude is comparing us to a super powered chick with stakes, who manly goes after fangs!" Dean complained, just about able to lower his voice enough so the bikers wouldn't hear him.
"And that's bad how? Buffy was one of the most successful shows of its kind. I think we can take that as a compliment", Sam argued, calmly taking a sip from his beer.
"No. I mean, sure Buffy was awesome, but also totally ridiculous, when it came to portraying a hunt", Dean reluctantly admitted, crossing his arms.
"From our perspective probably, but from a point of view of a non-hunter, both the show and the books make just as much sense, as a story about monster hunters would", Sam continued to argue.
"Maybe you're right. Doesn't mean I have to like the comparison", Dean huffed, but gave in, turning his attention towards the steak that had tried to choke him. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to continue eating it.
"Suit yourself." Sam shrugged, grinning.
Author's Note: One year and one month later you get an update for this, isn't that great?
Uhm, anyway, I'm trying to finally get rid of my backlog of Fanfiction stuff, so expect a few more updates on here in the future. I spent last year mostly with writing original stuff or not at all (can be found on my Blog), so these things were pushed far down my priority list.
I hope you still like the idea and enjoyed the chapter.
By the way: I'm still looking for story prompts for three Dean & Sam stories, so if you want to give me one, feel free to do so!
