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There's this old adage, Bargians. Secrets, secrets are no fun. Unless you are a part of one. I'd kind of like to add onto that for a minute. So, uh, bear with me.

There are a few things that yeah, they're supposed to be kept secret. No one and their aunt Martha care about your latest bowel movement or who you had a crush on in the third grade. Seriously, they don't. Unless you're loud, obnoxious, spray tan like hell every chance you have, and get into cat fights over who gets the last can of soda. Those are fine. As are the family secrets, things like divorces, fights. I'm not saying "Spill your guts, Bargites, 'cause it's just not faaaaaaair~!" Those aren't the types of secrets I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the secrets that have to do with someone else. If someone knows something about your future that, you know, might be good to know for your own peace of mind, your own well-being, then hey. What the hell are you keeping it from them for? Because I pretty much guarantee that when they find out - and they will - things will be even worse than you imagined.

And yeah, for the record? Lies of omission totally count.

[Private to Natasha]
Coulson's dead, huh? Or did Rogers leave that out of his debrief?

[Private to Arkady]
Gorgeous, I needed to be drunk yesterday.

[Private to Charles]
Give me a reason to actually keep giving a shit, Prof. Because apparently even if I work to come back to life now, I just die again later.

[Private to Steve]
So. Rogers.

Coulson's dead.

I flew a nuke into space.

Loki's a fucking supervillain.

Game over.

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[Tony? Dean totally knows these feels. He's still not sure whether he really wishes the people who have freaking spoiled him for a demon-blood addicted brother, a Hellbound father, the fact that he himself is Hellbound, or that he starts the damn Apocalypse would've just shut their mouths or not, but he knows he should never have been in this position.

He's still not sure what to do with any of it, but he definitely knows how much it sucks. So he's not grinning, he's not joking, and he's certainly not about to begin emoting when he flips the feed on and offers seriously.]

Dude, sounds like you could use a beer. Or something stronger. [Because alcohol? Fixes everything.]

[Honestly? The lack of sappy sympathy and talk about his friends is really fucking appreciated right now. So appreciated, in fact, that Tony is latching onto it for his life.

... Even if, by now, he looks like he's had a few drinks already.]

Once I'm done at the pub, you're on. [He's scowling into a glass right now] Aiming for near alcohol poisoning, that's the kind of fucking day it's been.

[And woe unto the person who tries to stop him.]

[Yeah, Dean isn't really up for getting punched in the face right now, which is what he would've done if someone went sappy on him in the reverse. Of course, Dean had chosen not to say anything about what he'd learned - he didn't have anyone here to fall back on, not with that crap, not other than the person who told him.

Who he did try his level best to bash the skull of in with a pool cue at the time. Anger management, for the win!

Dean gets it. He does. He knows Tony won't be stopped until he stops himself, so the best anyone like the hunter can do for him is be the Barge equivalent of a DD - one way ticket to the Infirmary if it gets too bad, just keep him out of trouble and the center of the stairwells otherwise.

How 'bout I just meet you up there? Saves me from having to count floors for you if I try to give you directions.

[He grins, a slow, kind of empty expression.]

You definitely underestimate my ability to function on a basic level while drunk. Normal people get stupid, geniuses become normal. It's a fact.

[Not really, but he'll stick to that. He'll keep from going into the worst of things he's gotten into while drunk. Anything to try and work his way towards there again.

Preferably right now.]

Edited 2012-07-14 08:32 (UTC)

I think you got that backwards - normal people become geniuses. Ask any bar jockey. [He smirks, having no small amount of drinking stories compiled of his own adventures and those of his father and, on a few rare occasions, his brother; that doesn't matter now, though, so he doesn't call Tony on it and he doesn't complicate the issue with anything personal.] Fine. It's a free Barge, I'm coming up there.

[He rolls his eyes at that, but... there's the hint of a smirk, too. Amazingly enough.]

Yeah, alright. The world shrinks enough when you're drunk that you're kind of your own little castle.

[There's a quick raise and lowering of his shoulder] So long as you don't try and cut me off, sure.

Cut you off? Shit, you'd better keep up with me, son. [Dean is not remotely conservative enough to figure he could head off Tony's drunk at the pass; he won't join him, either, but he'll be there. He winks and cuts the feed.

Less than ten minutes - and a privately nervewracking journey across the deck with Dean staring pointedly at the ground - later, the hunter will show up at the pub and make good on his threat and his word.]

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