The bar-Colbie's dreams

[B.L.]

(Do whatever you want, if you don't want to then you don't have to x)

"Deep shit irish boy" murmers Cas with an arched eyebrow as she waits for him to start.

[♠ TABI⁷ ♠]

(I don't mind...but if you've heard the song then that saves me some typing lol.)

[B.L.]

(ok then, no typing, just take it as done)

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(Kk ;))

Ioan finished the song with the low, minor key and then reached for his beer a moment later, watching her face to see what the girl thought.

[B.L.]

Castiel tilts her head to the side and says "I think i like her, although i may have to kick him in the face personally. Why that song then irish boy?", she smiles with interest.

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Ioan shrugged as he placed the song to the side, "I like it because you could keep on telling the story," he said, "There's a lot of "what if's" left."

[B.L.]

Castiel considers this, she bites her lip thoughtfully and then tilts her head, dark long hair falling across her face. Castiel turns her hazel eyes on Ioan and says "There are always 'what if's', some are just harder to live with than others".

[♠ TABI⁷ ♠]

"The ones is songs are the ones I like," Ioan replied quietly, "Because they're the ones you can just explore to your hearts content."

[B.L.]

"Yeah and it helps not to think about your own 'what if's', which is a pain in the arse most days" says Cas seriously. Cas stands back up, Ioan makes her nervous, and Cas NEVER gets nervous.

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"Oh, tell me about them," Ioan muttered, turning the bottle on it's bottom edge against the wood, his eyes going dark.

[B.L.]

"I think you will find I am the bar woman, YOU are meant to tell me your problems, not the other way around irish boy" says Cas, hand on hip.

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Ioan laughed, glancing up at her through his bangs, "It's a figure of speech," he rolled his eyes slightly.

[B.L.]

"Whatever you say irish boy." answers Cas, she hears Jack shout from storage "Fucking hell Cas, i swear you'd better be working when i get out there". Cas rolls her eyes and leans her hip on the counter, she crosses her arms under her chest, she starts to wish she'd brought her biker jacket with her. Usually wearing as least as possible pisses off Jack and that is satisfying to Cas, but today she was getting the impression that he might just fire her if she pushes it too far, "I LOVE you too Jacky" she calls back.

[♠ TABI⁷ ♠]

"Just start sweeping, that's always diligent looking," Ioan grinned at her.

[B.L.]

Cas turns her gold eyes on him and smirks, "I don't cry. I only have to major emotions, i'm either pissed off or i'm being fucked, and i like to keep it that way Irish boy."

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( gtg I may be back)

[B.L.]

(ok x)

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"Who said anything about crying?" Ioan raised an eyebrow at her.

[B.L.]

Cas gives him the same look right back, "I did" she says with a shrug, no hesitation, "But i'm not very good at the damsel in distress thing irish boy".

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"You don't look like that type," he laughed softly.

[B.L.]

"What type do i look then irish boy?" says Cas, eyebrow arched, her tone teasing.

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"More like the don't mess with me or I'll castrate you and maybe let you live after that," Ioan replied with a tiny grin.

[B.L.]

Cas returns his grin and says "You think too good of me irish boy, but i won't hurt you....actually i take that back, don't want to be making promises i can't keep", she winks at him and starts to sort out some of the glasses, collecting them off tables.

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"I wasn't worrying about myself," Ioan returned the wink, "You asked what type you looked like to me, and that's my answer."

[B.L.]

Cas is about to answer from her spot rubbing down tables when Jack comes out from the back and heads straight for Cas. Jack looks down at Cas and she meets his gaze defiantly, Jack's eyes are full of rage and it makes Cas want to flinch, but she doesn't. Cas crosses her arms, Jack looks down at her chest for a moment before looking back up into her face shaking his head, he knows she does it on purpose to piss him off. Jack takes her arm, hard enough to bruise but Cas doesn't change her expression depite the pain, "I'm going out, try not to fuckng burn the place down Cas, and for fuck sake put some clothes on". Cas merely glares at him.

[♠ TABI⁷ ♠]

"Hey, burning this place down sounds like fun," Ioan grinned as the door slammed shut again.

[B.L.]

Right after Jack storms out Cas shakes her head and rubs her arm lightly, a stupid bruise already forming. She gives Ioan a half heated smile and goes back behind the counter.

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"Ok, so stop me if I'm getting too deep here, but do you owe that guy anything for him to treat you that way?" Ioan asked her softly, seeing the tight look in her face.

[B.L.]

Cas looks back at him, showing vunerbility in her eyes for only a second before closing herself off again "In what way?" she says.

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Ioan looked right back at her firmly, "Like you're just a piece of dirt," he said.

[B.L.]

Cas sighs, her body language completely defensive, "He's always like that, thats what you get for having a job working for your crazy ex" she says.

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"Your ex?" Ioan looked a little disbelieving, "Sorry but he looks old enough to be your dad..."

[B.L.]

"I've made a few bad decisions in my life, i wanted to move out of my dad's because he....never mind" she says and then turns away from Ioan.

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"You don't have to tell," Ioan said understandingly, "I was merely curious."

[B.L.]

"It's all a bit..complicated...jesus that sounds shit" she says with a humourless laugh. Cas wipes down the counter, avoiding eye contact with Ioan, his innocently curious gaze is hard to ignore.

[♠ TABI⁷ ♠]

"Complicated is how life runs, girl," Ioan shrugged matter-of-factly. It was something he'd learned to deal with early on.

[B.L.]

Cas leans back and closes her hazel eyes for a moment before lifting herself onto the counter and sitting there, "Yeah i know" she says simply.

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"So work all done then?" Ioan asked, glancing up at her with a slight smile.

[B.L.]

Cas gestures around and says "Unless it picks up then yes, there's nothing to do. Why, do you want something?" she arches an eyebrow and bites her lip teasingly.

[♠ TABI⁷ ♠]

"No," Ioan said, "I just didn't want you getting yelled at again."

[B.L.]

"I can handle myself" she says darkly and pushes some of her long dark brown hair away from her face.

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"I know," Ioan said, "I still don't like it."

[B.L.]

"Thanks for the concern Irish boy, but i've been treated worse and survived" she says simply. Cas moves closer to Ioan and lets her legs fall over the side next to him.

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"But the question really isn't if you can survive it because you've had worse...it's do you deserve to be treated that way," Ioan said, feeling a little nervous with her legs so close to him.

[B.L.]

"Deserve is a strong word, maybe i do, maybe i'm just that bad" she says watching Ioan closely "Irish boy..."

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"No one is ever that bad," Ioan said carefully, and then cocked his head at her with a slight grin, "Why keep reminding me of my heritage? Not that I'm offended, it just is curious."

[B.L.]

Cas bites her lips quite hard in thought for a moment then returns her eyes to his "I don't know, it just stands out about you, i like it" she says finally.

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"All right," Ioan grinned softly again, "As I said, I was just curious...now with that same curiosity...what is it you like about my...Irishness?"

[B.L.]

Cas grins, she starts to swing her legs gently, one brushes Ioan's arm lightly as she says "I don't know, i've just always had a thing for it".

[♠ TABI⁷ ♠]

"Irish boys huh?" Ioan asked, moving his arm away slightly in reaction to her touch, it being an instinctive flinch.