Dean glanced over at the girl, looking quickly away again. He cleared his throat. “N-no I’m not scared of you! What would make you think that?" He asked, sounding more defensive than he meant to as he stared out at the road. “I just haven’t had the best experiences with Tricksters, okay? Your pal Loki, or Gabriel or whatever decided it would be fun to kill me over 100 different times, and then stick me and Sammy in some TV show for his own amusement. So yeah, not the fondest of memories with your kind." He explained stiffly as they pulled up to the parking lot of the bar. “J-just let it go, okay?" He asked, knowing she probably wouldn’t, as they walked into the bar.
Kelly’s smirk widened, maybe scared was the wrong word, but finding out that being a trickster made Dean was uncomfortable at least was very satisfying to know. She snickered softly. “Ah leave it to the big guy to pull out the classics. You gotta admit though, his good at his job." She sighed fondly and waved her hand. “It’s as good as forgotten." Kelly filed it away in her mind so she would never forget this. Walking into the bar they were greeted with the sounds of gaming, eating and drinking, and loud drunk talk. The trickster sniffed, it held a bitter smell of alcohol, she didn’t like it much. But oh well, she followed the hunter to where they’d be sitting with no complaints.
Dean grumbled, unwilling to admit that Gabriel had ended up, in the long run overall, doing good by them. He was still a little sore over having died over 100 times for the guy’s amusement. Dean shook it off as he walked into the bar, hearing the familiar sounds and feels of a bar and feeling instantly relaxed. They worked their way over to the bar, Dean smiling at the pretty bar tender while he ordered his drink. After a minute of flirting he turned to Kelly. “Hey kid, d’ ya want something? They got sweet stuff too, like soda or juice or something, if ya want it." Dean offered.
Kelly rolled her eyes to the ceiling and breathed out a quiet chuckle once Dean had made contact with the bar tender. She spun the stool so that she would be facing away from all the flirting, give the ‘grown ups’ their space. She looked about the bar longingly, they were the one place Kelly refused to use any sort of power or trick. They’re like a magnet for hunters and even though she was already found out she didn’t want to risk anymore tree-branch-staking’s. With a dejected sigh she spun back to face Dean. “You know kid isn’t my name, right, Ace?" Kelly said trying to sound annoyed but unable to hide her amusement at the label. “And sure, I’ll have lemonade." The bar tender gave her a ‘are you serious?’ look, to which she responded with a ‘yeah I’m serious if you don’t want people to buy it why’s it on the menu?’ look. Screw age appropriate situations, if she wanted to drink lemonade in a bar then she will. Once the bar tender got over the childish request the trickster grinned and thanked her.
Dean looked at the girl. "Sorry kiddo, you're gonna stay 'kid' to me. Once I give a nickname, you're stuck with it forever." Dean joked. He looked between the chick at the bar and his Trickster charge as they glared it out over the drink order. He tried to suppress a smirk as the bartender brought over the lemonade. He glanced over at Kelly again. "Sure you wouldn't want a bendy straw or sippy cup?" Dean teased as he looked back around the bar. It was filled with hunters, which was good and bad for him. He knew the girl wouldn't try anything here. But there was always the risk someone could figure out what he was, and they tended to not be the biggest fans of demons. It would be even worse if they recognize him. The Winchesters weren't exactly the most unknown hunters out there...
