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[thecourier]

Who: Dan Palmer & John Winchester
Where: The bar
When: 16/10
Rating: PG13
Summary: After spending a week as best buds, even faint memories might be enough to kindle a friendship
The Story: His gaze falls on the back of John's seated figure with the kind of warmth that comes with the recognising of an old but long-distant friend. It hadn't happened before, in all the times he had seen this same man sitting in the bar, but recent events had.. changed things.

Dan had spent a week with magic at his fingertips, living the kind of childhood he could have never imagined having. The memories were faint now, with most of them fading, but of those that stuck out more than others the hours spent with his arm slung around the shoulders of a certain young man came to the fore most often... the adult and non-magical form of which now sat a short distance away.

He pulls a face at his own musings, and with a mental shake of his nerves steps forwards to take a seat beside John. A whiskey is called for, and he shoots a quick smile over to the other man, searching for some kind of recognition.

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[failedparenting]

[John had shoved a great deal of the magical week into a little box in the back of his mind, content to never open it again. It was fun, so much fun, but it touched on a few too many insecurities and holes in his life that he just would rather the whole thing fade like the dream it was.

And besides, a cat as a pet? He hates cats.

John's in the bar tonight, as per usual, reading his notes and sipping bar. He's a little shocked when some asshole decides to invade his privacy and peace, but he only gets out a
litte "Hey bud-" before the man's face tickles a memory. He's seen the guy around, but he knows the guy.]

Holy shit. You're...

[You were his fake dream best friend.]

Oh...