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Dean is also in Metropolis, in a much better mood. He and Sammy have staked an apartment close to the outskirts (but not too far from the city) and he's currently raiding every house in that street for knives, booze or weaponry. Most of the gun shops have been looted by now, but he's sure that there'll still be weapons in people's houses - pistols, rifles, silver knives, dried-up garlic, whatever, he's good.

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"You're damn right I would." Dean's grinning a little. He can appreciate the need to protect your siblings. "You'd probably only break bones, not crush them. I don't think my ribs've recovered yet, and that wasn't even fighting."

That was LOOOOOOVING.

Sokka blinks.

And then closes his eyes very tight and sighs.

"Okay, I can't beat my sister up when she does that but you're not family and you don't get to fuck with my head like that!"

Dean smirks a little. And then a little bit more, repressing laughter.

"That was fucking with y'head? Seriously? How old are you? D'you need the birds and the bees speech? 'Cause I ain't real good at it but I could try."

"I don't like hearing any of it," Sokka says VERY firmly, scowling, "but Mel's said a lot worse. It doesn't even work the other way around since I'm pretty sure she already talks to my girlfriend about that stuff."

If Sokka's face is a little red here, that's because this stuff is private, damn it!

"Besides, Mel just told me about it yesterday so the details are still fresh, thanks."

Dean does laugh now. "Okay, okay, seriously, I'm just messin' with you.

"... but seriously. Should we go to a strip club or somethin'?"

Sokka rolls his eyes and leans back against the van he'd just stripped.

...only to frown.

"Why? What's a strip club?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"...no?"

He has a feeling he's going to regret this.

"You've never seen a stripper. And you're, what, twenty? Fuck, what kinda backwater world did you grow up on?

"You got anything to do this afternoon?"

A PLAN, DEAN HAS IT. Also, a plan involving strippers! Strippers is ALWAYS A GOOD WAY TO SPEND AN AFTERNOON.

Sokka looks wary. Also nervous. Maybe even scared. "Uh... about twenty, yeah, I guess. And I did grow up on a backwater world.

"...comparatively."

Still eyeing Dean warily, Sokka glances over his head at a few of the rooftops. "Uh, I'm gonna meet Steph later..."

"The bat-chick? She can wait. I just gotta tell Sammy we're off to watch some naked chicks dancing around poles, a'ight?"

"What."

"Yeah, I know a place where they'll go full nude. Awesome, right?"

Dean's already heading back towards the house, presumably where Sam is.

"HEY, SAMMY! I'M OUTTA HERE! SEE YA TONIGHT!"

From inside the house, there's a shout of disinterest (mostly faked while Sam stands up to see what direction Dean is heading). From outside the house, there is...

Flailing.

"Are you high?! I can't go look at naked women! I have a girlfriend! Why are they even naked?!"

"...'cause they get paid for it?" Dean is giving Sokka a Look. Crazy kid. "By dudes who wanna watch them dance. Like, every male ever. C'mon, get in the car."

It's a shiny car! Also there is the lure of naked dancers. SERIOUSLY, SOKKA.

Sokka... wrinkles his nose. "It's like their job? Dude, that's disgusting."

he idea of it. The idea of naked women... really not disgusting. But there's still one problem.

"You know my girlfriend is a superhero, right? And Canary, Oracle, and every other superpowered thing on the farm is her friend? I really don't want to die just because you think I need to see this."

"She's one of those Bat-people," Dean reminds him, reaching out to snag his collar on the way to the car. "They don't kill. Quit whining."

"Yeah, but-- um--"

Dragged and dunked into the car, Sokka looks distinctly nervous still.

Even if a part of him is mostly dreading when Mel finds out. Like they didn't have enough to tease each other about already.

Dean is grinning! He gets to spend an afternoon in a strip club and totally not consider it wasted because, dude, educating kids is important.

"You better not complain when we get there," he warns Sokka, smirking as he revs the car and they glide off down the street. "I don't want the girls gettin' pissed at us. Those high heels hurt."

"High heels?"

If Sokka knew what they were, he'd want to know exactly how Dean knows what high heels hurt.

(his feet or getting hit with them?)

"Dude. You seriously don't know what high heeled shoes are?"

This is going to be a Very Educational Afternoon.

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