Crossover: HL/SPN
Characters: Methos, Dean, Sam, Ellen, Jo, misc Roadhouse patrons
For Prompt: 060 Drink
Summary: two Immortals head to head. The weapon: Roadhouse beer.
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The bell clattered and Ellen turned to see two familiar faces and one not so familiar coming out of the shaft of orange, sunset light allowed entry by the open door.
"Evening Dean, Sam. Who's your friend?"
Door closed and gloom reinstated Ellen took a look at the new comer. He didn't look much like a hunter: not scarred enough and definitely not like the rednecks she got in here. He looked more like she imagined Sam would have turned out if he had stayed at college and become a respectable young man. She didn't see what he could want in a place like this and didn't hide her suspicion as she went back to absent-mindedly wiping down the bar.
"Hey Ellen. This is Adam. He was a friend of our dad's…"
Ellen sincerely doubted that, but Sam was just too sweet to knock down. They both knew he was lying and that she'd let it go this time. Some time though they were going to have a talk about how many lies he could get away with in her bar and stay a customer.
"Hey Adam," she said congenially. "What can I get you boys?"
Adam and Dean went straight for beers while Sam asked for a Coke. Damn boy was far too sweet for his own good: too sweet to be a hunter.
"Take a seat and I'll bring 'em over."
"I'll take 'em Momma!" Jo called, exchanging smiles with the boys as she appeared from the back room.
"You finish inventorying what we got down there?" She asked her errant daughter, not liking the looks she was throwing at Dean in particular.
"No…but Momma!"
"Don't 'but Momma' me. Get your ass back down there and do what you're told."
Jo huffed insolently, but went obediently back to work. Ellen glared at Dean and took some pleasure in the way he quickly backed away to follow Sam and Adam to their table.
It only took a minute to get the drinks together, but by the time she was setting them down in front of her customers they were going at it. The few hunters in the bar made enough noise so it wasn't too noticeable until she got close, but if they kept this up they were going to be out. Hunters were volatile enough without giving them an excuse for a punch up.
"Here you go boys."
They paused while she set their drinks in front of them, Adam and Sam glaring at each other, while Dean just looked uncomfortable. Dean as a peace maker? Somehow it just didn't sit right.
She set the Coke in front of Sam and Adam started up again.
"This is what I'm talking about! For God's sake at least have a glass of wine you girl!"
"I don't feel like drinking."
The tension in Sam's voice belied his soft tone. Ellen didn't like this.
"You never feel like drinking! Or screwing, or having any fun at all!"
"He's got you there bro." Dean said seriously.
Sam stood abruptly, Adam following him out of his seat, the Coke in his hand before Ellen could blink and splashing into Sam's face the second after.
This was not good. Dean was wrestling in between them as Sam launched himself at his tormentor.
"Hey! No fighting in my bar!"
"You heard the lady," Dean grunted, just barely keeping them from each other's throats. "No swordplay indoors."
Whatever that crack was supposed to mean, it seemed to do the trick. Slowly the pair parted, a pent-up breath leaving Ellen and Dean both.
A smile was slowly spreading across Adam's face and for some reason it made Ellen more uncomfortable than the prospect of a fight.
"Tell you what," he offered, "you drink me under the table and I let you off tomorrow's training."
"One day?" Sam scoffed. "Make it three. And you have to not drink, smoke, get high or whatever else it is you do for those three days too and you've got yourself a deal."
Adam seemed to consider it. "Ok, and if I win you've got to have some fun. Three days of non-stop fun and games: no haunted houses or possessed children or obsessing over that damn demon. But either way we go straight to see Daniel afterwards. No putting it off anymore."
Sam held out a hand and Adam took it with a dark smile.
Dean did not look happy.
"Ellen could we get a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses?"
Ellen wasn't happy either, but if it gave her a quiet life she'd bite. "Sure Sam."
She grabbed what was needed from behind the bar, but didn't see how this could end well for either of those two. This was going to be embarrassing: Adam didn't look any more able to hold his drink than Sam was. It was going to be a battle of the lightweights: first one to make it to three shots wins.
Bottle made a satisfying thunk as she set it on the scarred table top. Sam and Adam had sat back down in their places opposite each other, Sam glaring while Adam simply smirked. The few hunters intrigued by the thought of a fight seemed as unimpressed with the likelihood of this turning into anything interesting as Ellen was, but she set the glasses in front of her customers anyway.
"No pausing." Adam warned his opponent as he poured the first shots. "You've got to keep up whelp or it won't mean a thing."
Sam just intensified his glare and knocked back the first one, immediately pouring the next and taking it as easy as the first.
Adam's smile widened. "At a boy," he said as he joined in the game.
Ellen had never seen anyone drink like those two. It was only a matter of minutes before the first bottle was gone and neither of them looked inclined to stop. It was anyone's game as Dean picked up their next bottle from the bar and delivered it to the table. He even took the empty for them, disposing of it in the bin behind the bar while keeping a wary eye on the other hunters peppering the bar. They were mostly interested in the pool table and Jo's latest hustle at the shooting game, no one taking an interest in a couple of guys quietly drinking…
Another bottle down and Ellen was sure they should both be out cold. Sam was showing more obvious signs of it effecting him, but Ellen could tell that Adam wasn't doing any better, he just had more practice at hiding it. Still, they both sat straight in their seats, not a drop spilled as they continued…
When Dean fastidiously cleared up the third empty bottle Ellen was certain that something very wrong was going on right under her nose. No man could handle that much whiskey and still be alive, let alone standing: it just wasn't possible. And the way Dean kept all the evidence neatly cleared away: he knew something was up and he was trying to keep it quiet. Well, she had a right to know what those damn Winchesters had brought into her bar this time!
"Dean Winchester, get your ass over here!"
He slipped his sincerest smile onto his face, but Ellen was having none of it. She grabbed his arm and dragged him into the dusty back room, kicking the cover over the cellar so they didn't fall down and making a mental note to have a word with Jo about safety.
"Dean Winchester d'you want to tell me something about this new friend of yours?"
"Not really."
Ellen knew that sheepish look, so like the boy's father. That man could weasel out of anything if he put his mind to it, but Ellen wasn't about to let this kid play her.
"Well, you better start talking, or else we are going to have a problem."
The sound of clattering chairs on the wood floor and what sounded like blades being drawn filtered through from the bar. Dean jumped like he'd been pricked by something and peaked round the door. His face was a picture when he turned back to her.
"I think we've already got a problem."
He dashed out like someone had lit a fire under him and Ellen wasn't far behind, not liking the sounds of a ruckus coming from her bar. She came to an abrupt halt when she found Sam and Adam on their feet, Sam waving a machete menacingly in the vague direction of Adam's chest and throat. The rest of the bar's patrons were stood ready, boozed up and just waiting to join in the fray, but none too eager to get in the way of the very obviously sharp machete and the very obviously drunk man holding it.
"You bast…"
With a final weave the younger Winchester keeled over backwards, out cold on the floor. Ellen breathed a sigh of relief and saw Dean's shoulders relax too. He stood over his brother shaking his head and Ellen just thought she heard him murmur "ah, Sammy," before he was hauling his brother to his feet, draping the taller man's arm over his shoulders. The other patrons seemed disappointed in the lack of entertainment as they shuffled drunkenly back to their own tables. Adam blinked a few times, weaving slightly in place before he reached down and finished off his last drink.
"What did you say to him?" Jo asked, astounded.
Adam belched. "I insulted his manhood."
He scooped the machete off the floor and positioned himself under Sam's other arm, ready to help Dean get him out.
"Sorry Ellen," Dean said, "We'll get out of here."
"You bet you will. And next time you come by here I'm going to want some answers."
"You may want them, but you're never going to get them," Adam slurred, stumbling a little as they started their ungainly procession across the cigarette-strewn floor towards the door.
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"I know Sammy can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but why'd you have to do that?"
"Because," Adam hiccupped. "Because your brother…your brother could be the one."
Dean settled Sam's arm more comfortably, grunting as he took the weight again. "The one what?"
"The winner!" Adam announced, throwing his arms out expansively and letting Sam drop to the ground.
Dean just managed to stop his brother's head bouncing off the pavement and it was enough to jolt the big lump on his way back to consciousness. Dean patted his face a couple of times. "Wake up Sammy. Come on, wake up! I'm not carrying your ass any further than I have to."
Adam seemed to be in a world of his own as he gazed up at the sky, spinning round and round slowly in place. "Mac's getting more careless every year…Sam could be our last hope."
Dean snickered. He made his voice thin and croaky. "'There is another Sky…Walker…'"
"Dean…" Sam whined, scrubbing at his face and sweeping his hair back as he regained consciousness. "I thought we agreed no more Star Wars quotes…"
Adam swayed closer, leaning down to try and fix his eyes on his victim. "Three days Sam! Oh we are going to have so much fun!"