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[after he, Sylar and Buffy confronted the Chaos Demon, and they got back to Slayer HQ, Dean helped himself to a couple of drinks and shower. he sorely needed both and, well, both were as good an excuse as any to avoid having the 'adult conversation' he'd promised Buffy he'd have with Cordelia. it worked for him for awhile. unfortunately, though, now he's out of ways to stall that won't end in him getting banished back to the sorority house next door or sleeping in his car for the next however long, so ... it's time to find Cordelia]

[maybe, he hopes, he'll get lucky. maybe she'll be asleep or something. that would be nice. while he's not going to hold his breath, however, he is sort of sneaking around the house, just in case, so he doesn't wake her]

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[she shrugs.]

I'm back to being vision girl again. I see, you save - world doesn't end in a shower of hellfire. Everybody goes home happy.

Except for the part where I think I said the world doesn't stay saved? Yeah. [so no one really 'goes home' and Jesus, he could use a break]

[She sighs.]

Maybe not. But there are still people out there that you can help. Don't worry about the big picture. Just focus on the smaller one that you can help.

[breathes out a sigh] Yeah, okay.

[he's still not sure if he's on board with any of this shit, but ... she's not going to leave him alone and she has a point, at least. if nothing else, he can keep making sure nothing like what happened to him and Sam happens to someone else. Sam would probably want that, the fluffy little princess]

[Cordelia nods, glad that they both finally seem to be on the same page, before she takes the vodka bottle from him and pours him a bigger glass.]

Now drink up. You need your sleep.

[ ... Cordelia, you are the strangest mother hen ever.]

[yes. yes, she is. and he's a bit shocked by the fact that she's actually supporting his drinking habit, to the point where he, well, points at the glass, his eyebrows raised] You're gonna -- no, you know what? Never mind. Pretend I wasn't about to argue that.

[that said, he takes the glass from her and proceeds to chug it, wincing only faintly as he slaps the glass down on the counter] Okay, wow. [as much as he drinks, the burn from chugging that much vodka is still a little intense]

[Yeah, Sam would not approve of Cordelia's methods at all, but as far as she's concerned ... she lifts her drink with a smirk.]

I'm not really one to judge.

[then she ... watches him chug all that vodka and she makes a face.]

You ... could have just sipped it. Just saying.

[still making faces, himself]

Yeah, but where would the fun be in that?

Not having a throat that's on fire?

[just as a suggestion]

There is that. [he shrugs] Little late now, though, right?

[She smirks before shrugging.]

Guess so.

[he flashes her a brief smile in return. and after a moment ... ] So, we done here? [because if so, he might take her up on that whole sleep thing. or, well, at least try]

[She nods.]

We're good. See you in the morning.

Yep. [and he's going to flip a wave over his shoulder as he heads out] Later.

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