Maybe Stark eats a little less enthusiastically, but he is glad that the food cleans the last lingering traces of Hell from his nasal passages.
Almost as soon as he suggests it, Stark realizes it was a mistake to mention the brother. Winchester's heart rate spikes, and his breath catches before coming back harder, and Stark doesn't need to see his face to sense the defensiveness there. Like he'd insulted the hunter's girlfriend or something. Pretending he didn't notice so much, he shakes his head passively. "I only know he's your brother, and he's a hunter, and that you're bound to want to find him." Perhaps a little more than that, but who's keeping count?
Stark finishes the last few bites of his burger, tossing the plate back onto the cart afterwards, taking his time in coming up with a response - nothing that's ever been his strong point, because thinking? For people with less firepower. Thoughtfully, he cleans the last traces of burger juice from the corners of his mouth with a napkin, then balls it up and throws it onto the discarded plate. Straightening, he turns to face Winchester, a serious but relatively non-threatening expression in his eyes.
"Look, I'm not saying I'm joining the Winchester fan club, but you were brought back for a reason. And I was asked to help bring you back for a reason. It doesn't end there; I've only paid off part of my debt. Reneging on deals isn't my style, and neither is pissing off someone who might impale me with a fiery sword." Actually, that kind of is his style, but it sounds good. "So we are leaving in the morning, and it'd help if we knew where we're going. So call Sam."
Doubtful it will be that easy to convince Winchester; Stark knows the alpha-male lone-ranger type and knows they don't give up their stubborn insistence on being tough enough to break the world's balls, not without a fight. After all, he wouldn't give in with so little effort, himself.
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Date: 2013-04-07 06:06 am (UTC)Almost as soon as he suggests it, Stark realizes it was a mistake to mention the brother. Winchester's heart rate spikes, and his breath catches before coming back harder, and Stark doesn't need to see his face to sense the defensiveness there. Like he'd insulted the hunter's girlfriend or something. Pretending he didn't notice so much, he shakes his head passively. "I only know he's your brother, and he's a hunter, and that you're bound to want to find him." Perhaps a little more than that, but who's keeping count?
Stark finishes the last few bites of his burger, tossing the plate back onto the cart afterwards, taking his time in coming up with a response - nothing that's ever been his strong point, because thinking? For people with less firepower. Thoughtfully, he cleans the last traces of burger juice from the corners of his mouth with a napkin, then balls it up and throws it onto the discarded plate. Straightening, he turns to face Winchester, a serious but relatively non-threatening expression in his eyes.
"Look, I'm not saying I'm joining the Winchester fan club, but you were brought back for a reason. And I was asked to help bring you back for a reason. It doesn't end there; I've only paid off part of my debt. Reneging on deals isn't my style, and neither is pissing off someone who might impale me with a fiery sword." Actually, that kind of is his style, but it sounds good. "So we are leaving in the morning, and it'd help if we knew where we're going. So call Sam."
Doubtful it will be that easy to convince Winchester; Stark knows the alpha-male lone-ranger type and knows they don't give up their stubborn insistence on being tough enough to break the world's balls, not without a fight. After all, he wouldn't give in with so little effort, himself.