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Lilly's in the nightclub, which is technically open but it's far too early for any patrons to wander in. She's got the place to herself and is taking full advantage of it.

There's a tall drink slowly shifting from blue to purple sitting on top of abandoned paperwork on a low table. Lilly herself is sprawled on the couch beside it, carefully painting her toenails a bright coral.

It's hard out here for a pimp/nightclub owner.

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"Uh."

How to put this . . .

"Freaky-ass shapeshifter stole my face and cut up a bunch of girls."

His mouth quirks.

"I killed the fucker. Left the body behind, and, you know--"

Shit happened.

Lilly blinks.

"Man, I thought all the fucked-up stories happened in bar."

Puck can shapeshift, but she's pretty damn sure he's never cut up a lot of girls for fun. Stolen their children, maybe.

"Glad you got him, at least."

"Yeah."

Dean's smile is sharp and mirthless, and buried quickly in his drink.

"Not gonna argue with that one."

"You do that a lot, though."

It's not really a question.

"Take out demons and ghosts and, well. The bad shit."

"Yeah, pretty much."

He manages not to wince when she says 'demons'.

"Family business, you know how that goes."

Lilly laughs.

"My family business was software and society, so not exactly. But I get the general idea."

She downs her shot of Jim Beam, blinking a little. The alcohol's definitely kicked in by now, which may explain her next question.

"Did you ever want to do anything else?"

He huffs out a laugh. It sounds kind of disbelieving.

That can probably be blamed on the alcohol, too.

"I wanted to be a fireman."

So--that's kind of a yes?

Lilly tilts her head, considering this.

"You'd have been good at that," she says authoritatively. "Except for the rescuing kittens bit. I think you'd have probably made Sam do that. He's taller than most trees anyway."

Dean does not choke on his drink.

It isn't manly.

"Yeah, but he was gonna be a lawyer."

"Fine."

Lilly rolls her eyes.

"Sam can sue the kittens out of trees."

"Okay. Now you're creepin' me out."

"Lawyers are your secret fear?"

Lilly makes a 'stop committing so much credit card fraud, yo' face. Or she would if she knew that he did. So really, it's more of a 'stop being such a wuss and get scared of like, accidental marriages, yo' face.

"That's, uh. Not impressive at all."

"Yeah," Dean says, smirking.

"Secretly I'm pretty much a pussy."

Uh. Not.

"Secretly?"

Dean just gives her a Look.

"You're gonna want to cut that out right now."

"Yes, of course I am. Because it is absolutely no fun and I am utterly terrified of you."

Clearly.

"Couldn't prove it by me."

He takes another swallow of alcohol.

He gets an eyeroll in response.

"Yeah, but what could I prove by you? You still think beer is the tastiest alcoholic beverage around. Your judgment sucks."

"Nah, it's just the cheapest shit that'll get you drunk."

This is kind of a lie.

Some beer is kickass.

"You have clearly never been to Tijuana. Tequila is cheaper than water there."

She smirks.

"And if you've got a great rack, it's free."

"Don't get much call to cross borders."

He shrugs, still smirking.

"But I'll give you the great rack."

He takes a moment to check hers out.

Make that two moments.

Hey, she's the one that mentioned it!

It's true. She brought this upon herself.

"Thanks, but I firmly believe these breasts were a gift from God himself. Assuming my world has one, of course."

"Hey, your tits are kinda like exhibit A."

Or maybe exhibit C.

Depending.

Lilly looks down thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I can see that."

They are indeed divinely awesome.

"You and me both, sweetheart."

Now, if only she weren't dead . . .

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