Shadows in the Stormlight

"The Curious Case of Dean Winchester"

Kicking waxwork Ghandi's ass in a fistfight definitely hadn't been on Kaylnn's yearly bingo card but then again neither had breaking up a threesome between a supposedly ninety year old man and two girls in a brothel.

Except Cliff Whitlow had looked a lot closer to her age than her grand parents when they'd talked to him.

After talking to Bobby about it, he informed them of a legend depicting a travelling card player who dealt in years, not cash. Most people lost and unfortunately Bobby could now be added to that list after going in to try his hand at getting his best years back himself. It was stupid and reckless and although Kaylnn understood his reason she was still angry at the now very old man for doing it.

Now herself and Dean stood in a little speakeasy bar looking for said "he-witch" as Dean called him.

Neither of the two had really had a chance to properly talk since reuniting, and after giving Sam a huge hug she'd just given a curt nod in Dean's direction. His face had of course been unreadable.

But that was fine. It was the way things ought to be anyway. None of that end of the world doom and gloom desperation. Nope.

Small and cozily lit lamps were placed at each table along with old fashioned wax candles. A thin layer of dust seemed to coat everything. Just as Kaylnn is about to consult Dean on what exact features they should be looking for he strides forward.

"Great. So we're just going guns blazing into this- because tactics are never a good idea when dealing with a master card player." If she rolled her eyes anymore they'd get lost in the back of her head.

Dean's ringed hand grabs the intended target's arm with a little too much force to be friendly. Kaylnn starts to approach as Dean adjusts his jacket flashing his gun to catch the black haired man's eye.

Typical men, ugh.

'He-witch' seems to have gotten the message

Dean grins and turns on his heel once he sees He Witch get the message heading for a table across the room.

Kaylnn walks from Dean's right so they reach it at the same time.

"Sorry to cut you short with Mr. and Mrs. Easy Marks over there." Dean says, his tone anything but apologetic, not surprising really, the day Dean Winchester was truly sincere about an apology is the day she'd eat her own hat.

"Oh, no big," his black hair shone even in the low light as he gave a mischievous shrug and held up a gold wristwatch. "Wasn't a total loss."

A smirk pulls at her lips as she watches him pocket it away again, he notices properly looking at her now. The guy winks, he's all charm and swoon worthy Kaylnn just laughed.

Under the table, Dean pulls out his gun.

That sobers him up quick and he holds up his hands in surrender. "Look, I don't know what it is you think I did to your wife or girlfriend—" he glances at Kaylnn again.

Dean frowns, confused but he keeps fishing.

"—mother or sister, but, uh, I just want you to know, my feelings were real."

"Wow. Bit of a player are we?" Kaylnn raises a brow.

"Oh you have no idea sweetheart" his tone suggestive.

The girl pretended to pout, "you don't remember me?"

Dean's surprise turns to irritation as he catches on, she was flirting with this guy?!

"Well of course I do, I brought you to..."

"Paris!" She finished for him, teasing.

"Naturally, and you had the best night of your life—"