Top 10 Reasons I Should Have Gone to Science Camp

[Teagan]

#8) You will find someone underage drinking...and they usually aren't balls of sunshine.

Teagan barely acknowledged Art's apology for his brother's behaviour as she watched him dart over to the bar. The musty scent of alcohol filled the air and, despite the pouring rain, a cozy feeling washed over her as she took her first steps in. Relieved to be out of the chill, Teagan removed the hood of her sweatshirt and wiped off some of the water on her face. The umbrella she folded and offered back to Art.

"Thanks, I really appriciate that."

At the bar, Deacon and the single customer seemed to be arguing over something. Most likely the fact that the kid looked to be underage...and lustily eyeing the rows of beer aligning the walls. "Relax, batman. I haven't touched anything. God."

Hm. The stingy sort, she observed. Or, maybe it was just the rain. It quite often managed to crawl under the skin of certain types.

"And who's this? Art's girlfriend?"

She desperately tried to hide the blush that flew across her face. Benefit of the doubt: gone. For a moment, Teagan wished she was Art's girlfriend for the sole reason of being able to confront him on a more personal level. But, she wasn't (and was not planning on it), so she sent him a glare instead.

"Not so much. Who are you? His butler?"

[Casey]

The umbrella returned to him Art smiled. “No problem,” he placed the umbrella inside the door, “the rain doesn’t bother me.” He looked up at his brother harassing Aiden. Poor guy wasn’t doing anything this time.

“Sorry kiddo I just can’t help it,” Deacon said over dramatically, “You seem to bring out the paranoia in me.” He dropped his fake tone, “I wonder why.”

Aiden then proceeded to make Art blush up a storm. Kid was the shyest one in the room surrounded by a bunch of personalities. Teagan answered first and he was thankful for that. He just managed to say, “No, she’s not,” after she was done. Before another word could be said Art turned to her. “I’ll go get a room ready for you,” he quickly stated before heading up stairs.

“Remember not the last one on the left,” Deacon yelled after him.

“I know that,” came a distant yell, “Not stupid.”

Deacon casually turned and said to the girl, “Still needs cleaning, last guy was a real party animal.” Little white lie, but he didn’t want to have to explain the bloodstains.

Now he turned back to the room. Teagan had impressed him, defending her honor and getting a jab back at Aiden. Girl was a real multitasker. The conversation to come would be interesting no matter what way it went. Now all he had to do was wait.

[Aiden]

And so began another bout of arguing with Deacon about alcohol. Aiden really needed to bust of of the city, the routine and lack of things to do was killing him slowly on the inside a little more everyday. He was much more attuned to the city, to Portland and its river, the different districts, and the traffic, and the people, and his own bar, even moreso his own room, his own bed, his own belongings. There was the one bartender that he had some romantic chemistry with, though both would deny it if asked. Portland, aside from the hunting aspect, seemed normal to Aiden, and Keystone...who came to Keystone? Lunatics named Casey that somehow knew something about the Winchester's. This was so stupid, the town was stupid, this mission, him being some leader, this was all bull.

It was raining outside, though, something he liked finally. Rain soothed Aiden, put him at ease, and if he hadn't been listening to his music, he would have been listening to the rain fall. It was so clean, so natural, it was purifying. The glass was washed with streaks of water gliding down over the surface as Deacon, Art, and mystery girl walked in. It was only in Aiden's sense of humor to make the girlfriend comment, though the way he said it made him make it sound as if he really were inquiring in a slight way. Still, the reaction was quite comical, although for a girl her age, he expected a much stronger answer from her. "And what are we, seven? Insult me like a real adult next time," he said simply, turning back to the bar, where Deacon had basically reappeared from thin air.

"Paranoia or not, this if ridiculous, and you know it. If you could just step off that high horse of yours, maybe you'd see the light," he said irritably, twisting the top of one of the few moving stools, and crossing his arms as he looked away from the man. He wasn't in the mood to argue. He replaced one earbud, watching as the girl stood idly by herself. Butler...how immature.

[Teagan]

With a quick brush of denial, Art scurried off to his room. Dang, touchy subject? Teagan's eyes softened for a moment and then turned to Deacon as he warned his brother not to enter a room on the left. She toyed with the idea of peeking in until the man assured her it had just been a wild guest.

Now as for the guy at the counter, he had just written himself on her "list".

"Like an adult?" Teagan scoffed, mildly insulted. "What, with language that I want to impress a sailor with?" She waved her hand aimlessly. "No thanks." Her mind shifted through an instantaneous stream of ideas that would take little to no set up time. The counter was too durable, and she didn't want to mess with Deacon's stools. Other customers would have to use them...eventually. But the drink the guy was giving Deacon a hard time about...that could make an interesting evening. The best part? The Rook brothers wouldn't even notice it; the effect would solely terrorize the cocky know-it-all sneaking liquor.

Or...

...ipods Teagan considered her specialty.

[Casey]

“Hey,” Deacon pointed at Aiden, “I like my high horse.”

He reached under the counter and pulled out his staple for the kid, soda. With the hunter it had started out as a matter of principle. After he quickly picked up that it bugged him to no end, it just gave Deacon a reason to continue.

“Besides,” he added with a laugh in his voice, “On my pony I see the light. The second I get off I’ll be in its shadow. Keep in my horse is extra high to compensate for my ego.”

He laughed again when Teagan responded, “What is it Art would say? Oh, Snap?”

“Tell you what kiddo, “ he walked toward the end of the bar and hopped over, “If you help me carry some stuff from the shed to the cooler, I leave you alone for the day. How’s that sound?”

[Aiden]

This girl would fail miserably if she was trying to keep her innocence, if she were to be brought into the supernatural world. There were things that were truely horrednous, and Aiden hadn't spoken a single word that was considered bad until he became a hunter. Still, Aiden never told her that she should use profanities against him. "I never said curse, you know. All I said was insult me like an adult, there are other ways to do that. You just have fun trying to be all innocent and stuff," and with that, he dropped the conversation with her. Deacon would prove to be much more versatile, rather than spitting out meaningless words that were supposed to sting him. This girl probably had a thing for Art, and she was just trying to hide it. Typical.

"Ego my ass, compensating for something else most likely," he said, adding emphasis to a certain part of the sentence. "I still don't see how you can get off by giving me this crap," he said, gesturing to the soda that was brought out. "You are surrounded...you know what? Never mind," he said, turning away and listening to the music in his ear, his eyes watching the rain pelt the windows. The smell of wet asphault had drifted through the door, something that wasn't pleasant to Aiden, but the smell of the rain itself made up for it. Deacon's voice disrupted this nice moment of peace, however, but Aiden knew he couldn't pass up a chance like this.

"Where is it, what is it, where does it go, and do I have a time limit?" He asked quickly, getting to his feet and covering most of the bases.

[Casey]

Aiden wanted Teagan to insult maturely and then he makes a remark clearly questioning the size of male organs? Yeah, real adult like Deacon thought. Then he remember that ninety-eight percent of his bar patrons would have considered that funny. So much for the human race as a whole.

“Trust me little boy,” using the same type of emphasis Aiden had, “I have absolutely nothing to compensate for.” He didn’t feel any smarter for saying it but it did make him want to giggle. Okay, so apparently he wasn’t helping to save humanity either.

“I get off on it because I’m a sadist and a cruel, cruel man with nothing else better to do.” Deacon pulled a heavy jacket off the wall and took out his keys.

He was to the door when Aiden spoke again. Deacon pulled on his jacket and glanced back. So uptight. Unlocking the door he glanced back at him.

“Not far from here, carrying in heavy crates, in the storage room and take as long as you’d like,” He listed back, “the way’s mostly covered so you won’t get to wet and I’ll be helping.”

“You coming?” He asked as he stepped out.

[Teagan]

His comment threw her for a loop. Trying to be innocent? ...what in the world was the kid talking about? If she was trying anything, it was to get through summer without it being a complete waste of her life. After all, when the fall hit, college called, along with a job and bills and responsibility and...Teagan inwardly sighed. Summer hadn't ended yet. She swore back in June she wasn't going to give the fall even one thought until the day before school started.

Erasing existence of mental conversation...

Whatever he meant, Teagan didn't have a chance to comment before he turned back to Deacon and continued their banter. She quietly took a seat on a stool three seats over from her intended target. He would not leave the premises without something happening to him. She set her pack on the chair next to her, and listened in on the conversation. After hearing Deacon's hearty laugh, she decided the guy was OK. Sure, he had seemed...stalkerish, at first, but he kept the room at a cool level and upbeat. She appreciated that.

Not to mention the major brownie points he earned when he enlisted the other guy to help him carry something outside, opening up an opportunity for Teagan to do what Teagan did best.

The moment the door slid shut Teagan's arm dug through her bag. Spices, powder, spray, and...there we go! Out from her pack she drew a bottle of dark liquid. Bingo. She slid over the counter and grabbed the Coke on the counter. She swiftly emptied half of the can in the sink and then unscrewed the lid off of her vial. The concoction she mixed with the soda caused an unpleasant reaction within the stomach, basically creating unnecessary gas that would come out one way or another. Until it built up enough to do so though, it would cause a rough feeling for whatever sorry person consumed it.

And...finished. Teagan took great care to make sure she replaced the cup in the same spot she had taken it from, and then returned to her stool in the bar. She waited, the lull of the rain soothing to her ears.

[Casey]

The walk to the shed wasn’t long and thankfully the rain had eased up. Deacon hadn’t even needed his jacket really. He carried in two of the crates and pushed the storage room door open with his foot. To keep the door from swinging back on Aiden he slid a heavy can in front of it.

“Just set them out of the way,” Deacon called back to the kid as he dropped the crates on a table. He didn’t know how far Aiden was behind him but he hoped that he’d heard.

He began to walk out, circling around to not get in Aiden’s way. As he walked he grabbed a bottle of Johnny Walker and cheap vodka for the liquor display. A half empty bottles where a sign of good business. Once they started to get around a third full, you looked cheap.

Teagan was sitting at the bar when he walked in, doing what appeared to be nothing. Instead of hopping over like usual Deacon walked pasted her to the end of the bar and lifted the divider. Jumping was faster, and more fun but his livelihood came first. Especially the bottle of blue label in his hand, thing could pay his mortgage for a month. As he set the bottles on the shelf the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It was a sensation very similar to the one he got when ever Aiden tried to sneak a beer out from under his nose.

Turning back around he started scrutinizing every aspect of the Wesson. First thing he checked was to see if Aiden had in fact stolen a beer, which he hadn’t. That was too bad. If he had Deacon could have stopped looking. Instead he was staring at a haystack searching for a needle. Finally he decided nothing was out of place, but something was there that hadn’t been before. Along the outside of the steel sink ran a splash of brown liquid. Deacon crouched down and slid his index finger along it. He rubbed his finger and thumb together before smelling it. Sticky and sweet, soda without a doubt. Only he hadn’t poured any soda down the drain yet today and he cleaned the sink that morning.

Deacon looked up at the girl. She had to be responsible, but of what was the question. Teagan hadn’t grabbed a soda for herself and there were no signs she’d spilled any. The only open beverage was Aiden’s which was still on the bar.

Wait a second, there was Aiden’s. He glanced down at the bottle then back at Teagan. Deacon slowly reached for the bottle but kept his eyes on her, trying to catch a reaction. He lifted the glass to his nose, it smelled fine. That didn’t mean squat, plenty of things could have happened to it while they had been away and he knew he should play it safe. Dumping out the drink he glanced back at Teagan.

“You want something?” was the question that came out of his mouth. What his face said was, don’t even think about it.

[Teagan]

He did not just do that.

Teagan's eyes narrowed in response to the crime Deacon knowingly committed. Nothing miffed her more than when someone interfered with a prank. Most of the time the unintended victim wrote their fate down as bad luck, not realizing they had sabotaged Teagan's master plan. Those people she forgave, and occasionally slipped them the antidote or offered to assist them to the infirmary.

But no one had ever intentionally stopped her before.

How he had even discovered the drug was beyond her. She wasn't the sloppy type and usually cleaned up her messes pretty darn well. Yet this guy just waltzed in and within moments sensed something had changed and immediately pegged her! His eyes stayed glued to hers as he had emptied the soda can in the sink, only breaking to return it on the counter and save that jerk of a customer a good night's sleep.

Curse him.

"You want something?" he asked, not giving Teagan a happy impression.

She knew he knew she had done something, and she was sure he knew she knew it too. No reason to ignore the elephant in the room. "How'd you know?"

[Casey]

Little Tea was an angry little kitty. The second that drink was down the drain her she was shooting lasers out of her eyes. Apparently she had expected to go by unnoticed. Truth was if it hadn’t been sticky residue, it would have been something else. If there was nothing else, he was sure he’d still get a vibe.

While Aiden may have deserved to be knocked down a peg, Deacon was sure Teagan’s way wouldn’t be nice. He had also personally claimed the right to knock said boy. Not out loud but it was still his right. Why? Because he was oldest and he could and he’d stick his tongue out at who ever argued with it. Deacon had respect for the kid, so only he could disrespect him.

Teagan’s question was valid. Deacon wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of a simple answer. He leaned forward and said in a deep voice just loud enough for her to hear, “We smell our own.”

[Teagan]

"We smell our own."

Say wha-

The sun broke from behind the clouds and a light of understanding dawned in Teagan's eyes. An eyebrow raised in excitement while she tried to play it cool. "You don't say?"

And what were the chances that the man who knocked her over in the middle of a road after she ditched a bus to Science camp would just happen to identify with her in a way no one had ever done before? Slim. Very slim. Yet here they were, bartender and runaway, calmly chatting over the ruins of a masterpiece. Strange.

"And where does that leaves us now, Deacon Rook?" She gave him a hurt look. "You ruined my fun. And, if we are of the same...kin, so to speak-" -Teagan leaned in closer and a mischievous smile grew on her face- "...you know I can't let you get away with that."

[Casey]

“You don’t say?”

Very few people knew about Deacon’s more devious past. Those that did were the ones that his high school teachers punished. They didn’t know how he did half things he pulled off. When he found out his mother was pregnant with Art he began planning different pranks to test on his new brother. By the time Art was old enough to be a test subject Deacon had grown out his tricks and he also decided he liked the kid. While high school was long ago and he’d grown up he could still spot a fellow trickster. He may not have gotten as much practice as he used to but he just as sharp as he was Junior year.

Every now and then the impulse to dump laxatives in an ass’s drink did flare up. He caved twice just to shut his inner imp up. They’d both been truckers so he felt relatively safe but that wasn’t the point. The point was maybe he didn’t have to satisfy the imp anymore, maybe he had another outlet.

While he did not promote living vicariously through other Teagan could make a good student, “Kin is as kin does miss, I wouldn’t expect any less.”
He leaned in close to her hear with a smirk in his voice, “Just keep in mind who you’re dealing. I’m Loki little Coyote.”

He moved back and smiled. It’d been a long time since he had heard his old nickname. Even if it came from his own mouth, it still felt good. In the back of his mind he felt the trickster start to wake. A more serious look slip onto his face but the devil’s smile was still in his eyes.

If Coyote wanted to learn anything she’d first have to prove herself worthy. Game on.

[Teagan]

From the way Deacon held himself, Teagan recognized instantly that the man before her was a master, simple as that. For that, he had purchased her respect. But along with that, an unspoken challenge arose. Could she pull something he didn't know? Or expect, for that matter. Back in the day, he might've given people a run for their money, but she knew something he might not have realized...times changed, and so did pranks and level demanded of each one. A new variety and scope of what next generation tricksters deemed possible existed among their private realm of underground books and hidden forums. Nothing could be considered safe.

Deacon clearly lived in the past on this. "Just keep in mind who your dealing with. I'm Loki, little Coyote."

Nicknames? His was an old one from way back when in Norse mythology. Yeah. Definitely living in the past. Instead of dwelling too much further on it though, she took the Coyote remark as a term of endearment (the "little" part of the remark though...that would fuel her inspiration later on). Hm...she would have to earn it though, she supposed. She scoffed to herself. Teagan would have something baked so soon Deacon wouldn't even suspect anything.

The man shifted away from her, signaling the end of the conversation and the beginning of something more. Much more. Teagan didn't need the glint in his eye to tell her that.

Bring it.

In fact, she would've bet millions a glint of her own rested in her eye.

The pounding of feet running down stairs signaled Art's return.

[Casey]

The room was easy enough to get ready for her. Deacon kept all parts of the Wesson in top shape, even the many unused rooms. He vacuumed them every other day and swept the halls regularly. Sometimes Art wondered if his brother had some form of OCD. Art was never going to ask, he didn’t want to get smacked in the head.

Teagan’s room would be in the hall opposite the messed up on. Right in the middle of the hall. That way in case Jeff was cleaning still he wouldn’t have to worry about running about the new guest.

Art walked down the stairs in a careless manner. Deacon had an obsession with stealth. That one he did understand and as soon as he forgot his brother would jump out of nowhere and scare him.

“Room’s ready,” he said when he got to the bottom. Art glanced between Teagan and his brother, “Am I interrupting?” Those two looked way to happy to be just chatting about the weather.