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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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And that is hwo to get Sokka smiling again: at someone else's expense.

"Appreciate the help you gave me, though," he says, still grinning.

And then moves it right along.

"But, y'know, I'm not real sure about how far that appreciation extends."

Dean eyes him warily.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, y'know," Sokka continues with the wave of one hand, vry vry casual. "Like, if you wanted to mess around with my car, I might let you, 'cause you tried to save my sister and I appreciate it. Or if you wanted to use my tools. I might even let you see my weapons, because my little sister is that important to me. That's how far my appreciation extends.

"But," Sokka arches an eyebrow, a warning, younger than Dean but fully capable of pulling off a threat, "screwing my other sister and then leaving the next day? Slightly over the line of appreciation."

"Whoa. Wait, what?"

Dean stares at him, unconsciously shifting back into a more defensive posture in response to the unspoken threat.

"Oh. Right. You're Mel's brother."

Somehow, although he knew that, he completely failed to connect the dots till now.

"Well, crap."

Sokka glares.

He's able to keep it up for about 0.05 seconds before he snorts.

"Man, I suck at fake intimidation," he informs Dean, laughing - partly at himself, mostly at Dean's expression. "That was awesome, I should've brought a camera!"

Dean sighs with relief and rolls his eyes. "Shit, I thought I was seriously in trouble for a second. Mel's strong enough, I did not wanna tangle with a dude from that family."

He would get PULPED.

... obviously, Dean knows nothing about Slayers, nor has he figured out that Sokka and Mel aren't blood relatives. They could easily be half-siblings or something.

Sokka seriously considers letting Dean think this for a few more seconds but-- well, siblings. He trusts the guy.

"We're adopted siblings," he points out, still grinning - and laughing a little at Dean's relief. "Which doesn't mean I can't fight, just that she kicks the shit out of me if I let her get close enough.

"Seriously, I don't care. The only reason I know is because she likes breaking my brain by telling me about that kind of shit."

"Geez." Dean straightens up more and looks sheepish. "Well, fuck. Hilarious." GRUMPY.

"Just for th'record, okay, she's a freaking superhero. I couldn't'a hurt her if I wanted to. And I didn't!"

"Oh, I know," Sokka replies seriously, nodding, still smiling though his words are serious. "If you'd actually hurt her, there's no line of appreciation. I'd say that I'd kick your ass, but that's only if Mel didn't beat me to it first." He pauses and then adds casually, "And in all honesty, you'd probably want me to find you before she did, in that case."

"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."