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Saul looked over and frowned. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked shortly.
~Lost In The Moment~ the day the villain gave up
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“Sometimes I can be nice,” he said softly and took another sip.
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Saul frowned, but he didn't say anything else as he took another long drink.
Dean jumped a bit as a man gripped his shoulder. “ nice wings twink.. Wanna see how good your balance is in bed? “ the man was drunk, not in any shape to be wise about his actions.
Nor had dean remembered the pride shirt he was wearing
“Buddy.. I don't think your my type..”
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Saul set down his bottle with a loud sound. He rose from his seat and removed the man's hand from Dean's shoulder in an almost casual motion. "Fuck off," he growled.
“Awe is the owner your little bottom.” the man said, “no wonder he's giving you drinks on the house, you must treat him pretty good.”
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Saul reached up and shoved the man back aggressively. "I said fuck off, dickhead," he snapped.
“Startreader!” dean said heavily, using sauls hero name “ stand down, I'm fine.”
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Saul's eyes narrowed on the man before he resigned himself to sitting back down and finishing his drink.
Dean sighed and lowered his guard once more “thank you.. Saul.” he said softly
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Saul shook his head. "Itwas no problem," he mumbled, slurring his words together as the alcohol began to catch up to him.
Dean sighed “you should come back to my place..”
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Saul shook his head. "Not a chance in hell."
Dean sighed “ you look like shit saul. Please…”
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Saul shook his head. "Fuck off," he grumbled, slouching over the countertop.
Dean sighed, getting up and lifting saul. “ come on, it's upstairs,”
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Saul grunted, but this time, he didn't resist as Dean let him upstairs.
Dran let Saul sleep in his bed, laying the man down and singing to himself as he stayed downstairs
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Saul didn't remember when he'd eventually passed out, but he suddenly woke in an unfamiliar room with a painful headache. He shifted around and sat up, grimacing at the hangover that was dulling his senses.
Dean had been cooking breakfast, his pruned wings tucked against his back and his fore-feathers draped the ground gracefully.
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Saul stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes narrowed and his palm pressed to his forehead. "Why am I here?" he muttered.
“You were drunk in my bar, I let you crash at my place.”
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Saul scoffed under his breath. "I didn't realize it was your bar," he growled. "My mistake."