Dean slid onto the bar stool, not entirely surprised to see a somewhat familiar face. How often had he had run ins with Ky’lar after all? The top of his beer bottle made a satisfying pop as it was pulled from his lips after he took a long pull. Pretending to look over the label, Dean hummed in the back of his throat. “We got to stop meeting like this,” he joked, finally throwing Ky’lar a glance. “People are starting to wonder. So…what’s the deal, man? You here for a reason or did you just know I’d pop my handsome face in here?”
“everyone shows up here eventually,” he said, taking a drink from the bottle of whiskey he had. “not to mention there’s a crossroads near.” not that ky was here for that, but he was pointing out a little fact – one that could justify why he was here in all reality. “you put a bar, a demon, and that road together,” he took another drink. “tell me what you get.” of course, it was nice to see dean again, but he wouldn’t admit it.
Hellfirebound 