habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

021. two grumpy old men

"Never heard of him." The man denies.

"Well, that's weird. Cause you're carrying his wallet." Sam states.

Dean walks over to the bed and pulls the covers up, looking at the man's privates.

"Do you guys have any boundaries?" Larissa quietly asks.

"Your wife told us about your, uh, birthmark there. That's nice." Dean says. "Well, you look great, Cliff. Did you get some work done?"

"Could you give us some privacy?" Cliff asks the women.

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Cliff gives the women some money and they leave, him shutting the door behind them.

"Please don't tell my wife." Cliff says.

"Slow down." Dean says.

"I'm begging you. As far as she knows, I'm dead. For the love of God, let's keep it that way." Cliff says.

"How can you possibly be Cliff Whitlow?" Dean asks.

"I can't tell you." Cliff says.

"Well, either you tell us or we tell the missus." Dean says.

"Or I can shoot you in the dick." Larissa offers.

"Okay! Okay!" Cliff exclaims, putting his hands over his crotch. Larissa smirks proudly. "It was a game."

"Like Xbox?" Sam asks.

"What's Xbox?" Cliff asks. "No. Poker. High stakes. Instead of cash, you play for years."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Dean asks.

"Look, I know it sounds crazy. Guy comes up to me at a bar, invites me to play. Gives me 25 of these weirdo poker chips, right? Chants some mumbo humbo over them, says now they're 25 years. I'm laughing, but then I come out up. And look at me."

"What was he chanting?" Sam asks.

"How should I know? All I know is, my bad hip's good, I threw away my glasses. One of those ladies was here for free! Man's some kind of miracle worker." Cliff says.

"What does this miracle worker look like?" Dean asks.

"Just a guy. Maybe 35, brown hair. Irish accent. His name was Patrick." Cliff informs.

"All right, all right. Where's this game at?" Dean asks.

"He said he likes to keep moving. Never stays in one bar long. And he finds you." Cliff says.

"Thank you, Cliff." Dean says, the three walking out. "Oh, and, uh... stay classy."

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The three had split up to search different bars for Patrick. None of them found anything and Sam said that he was picking the three up dinner and Larissa could head back to the motel if she wanted to.

Where he was going was close to where she was so she just met him there and the two ordered theirs and Dean's food and are waiting for it.

"So... would you play a poker game to change your age?" Sam asks.

"Mm, no, I suck at poker." Larissa laughs making Sam chuckle a little. "But if I could play poker, then maybe if I was like 80." Larissa says. "Why stop being 25?"

"Right." Sam nods.

"Do you really think you won't live that long?" Larissa asks.

"I doubt it. I mean, with what we do, and... and this whole apocalypse thing. It doesn't seem that likely." Sam says. "Why? Do you?"