Leaning against the doorjamb of the bathroom, Stark folds his legs up in succession, pulling on one boot and then the other but not bothering to lace them up. There's a conceding nod of agreement for Winchester's first question, because no, he will not be gotten rid of. Even if he might prefer being gotten rid of to driving this fucking ingrate to--
"South Dakota? South Dakota?" He sounds bewildered, shocked. "Does that actually exist?" Stark hasn't spent much time out of LA (except all those years in Hell), and he sure as fuck hasn't spent any time in the fly-over states. He continues staring like he's waiting for a punchline while he ambles back to the bed and grabs a hoodie, for lack of a jacket.
Oh, a name. He hadn't given that, had he? More fast thinking, skillfully concealed behind that disbelief. Winchester spent a little time in Hell, and part of it in the arena. Stark knows what kind of rep he's got around those places; the stupid name the Hellions gave him, Sandman Slim, the monster who kills monsters, and he knows Winchester will have heard of it. If he spent any time around any of the fallen angels or high-caste demons, he might have heard the name 'Stark' too, and in the same context. To cap it, the guy's a hunter, and maybe a touch unbalanced - it's not implausible that he might try to take Stark out, if he knew he was Stark.
Normally, Stark wouldn't give a damn about any of this, but it won't go any distance to convincing Winchester to work with him, much less trust him, if the guy starts thinking Stark is the most blasphemous thing since Cain. So in the end, he just says, on his way to the door: "Call me James. And give me fifteen minutes."
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Date: 2013-04-07 08:01 am (UTC)"South Dakota? South Dakota?" He sounds bewildered, shocked. "Does that actually exist?" Stark hasn't spent much time out of LA (except all those years in Hell), and he sure as fuck hasn't spent any time in the fly-over states. He continues staring like he's waiting for a punchline while he ambles back to the bed and grabs a hoodie, for lack of a jacket.
Oh, a name. He hadn't given that, had he? More fast thinking, skillfully concealed behind that disbelief. Winchester spent a little time in Hell, and part of it in the arena. Stark knows what kind of rep he's got around those places; the stupid name the Hellions gave him, Sandman Slim, the monster who kills monsters, and he knows Winchester will have heard of it. If he spent any time around any of the fallen angels or high-caste demons, he might have heard the name 'Stark' too, and in the same context. To cap it, the guy's a hunter, and maybe a touch unbalanced - it's not implausible that he might try to take Stark out, if he knew he was Stark.
Normally, Stark wouldn't give a damn about any of this, but it won't go any distance to convincing Winchester to work with him, much less trust him, if the guy starts thinking Stark is the most blasphemous thing since Cain. So in the end, he just says, on his way to the door: "Call me James. And give me fifteen minutes."