Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

Bad News Bourbon

I drove into town and found the high end liquor store. I needed bourbon, it was that kind of day. Coyote followed me in and we worked our way back to the appropriate section.

She was looking at the prices as I walked towards the top shelf brands, "Babe, you're seriously going to take shots of $200 bourbon? Isn't that more of a taking time to savor it kind of price?"

"I can savor while I shoot, trust me." I found a bottle of 25 year old Jefferson's Presidential Select, pulled it off the shelf, paid for it and headed back out the door. Coyote stayed quiet, her and I may have hunted before but it wasn't on anything big like this. Back then, I was a lot less calculating about it. I knew she was worried though. "Okay, maybe I'll take one shot then drink it the right way. I'm not all that interested in getting plastered, or waking up tomorrow and realizing I just blew $200 by not appreciating what I was drinking." That took some the concern off her face.

We made it back to the Bunker, parked behind Sam's car and went down the stairs to join the rest of them. Sam was talking to someone on the phone, Oliver and Roy were sitting at the tables checking their phones.

"Any news?" I asked as I set the bottle on the side table where the tumblers and alcohol cabinet was.

Oliver looked up from his phone, "Dig says they're about an hour out, Sam's getting the hotels where your friends are staying at. He's going to deliver shot gun shells filled with that vampire killing brew to them. Felicity says it looks like Shayna's phone is still in the same place and she tracked down three members from the group that you ran into earlier. They are in the same area Shayna's phone is. It appears they are gathering there. Think we should head up there now?"

Sam turned his head and held up his hand asking for me to wait until he was done on the phone. "Let's wait till Sam's done," I said. Oliver nodded. "In the meantime, I got something that's more along your tastes Oliver, $200 bourbon, have some."

Sam stared at me and mouthed, "What the?" with a shocked look on his face while listening to whoever he was on the phone with.

"Hey, I got funds now. I can splurge when I want. You can have some too."

He scowled and turned away, I laughed and poured myself some. "Coyote?"

"Sure."

"I'll have some too," Oliver said.

Roy sighed, "Why not? How the hell do you still have a functioning liver Dean?"

"All right, bye," Sam said as he hung up the phone and shook his head, "It's pickled, and I have a sneaking suspicion that Cas fixes it whenever he heals him. Only way I can explain it."

"Could be," I agreed. I poured glasses for everyone, handed them out and took a sip. Oh man, shooting this was definitely not an option. There wasn't any bite to it, the flavors were so layered I had to roll it around my tongue for a second or two. As it slid down my throat, warming it while clearing out my sinuses in the best way possible, I knew going back to the cheap shit wasn't going to be possible. The heat spread through my chest and stomach, I just wanted to sit and enjoy it. Suddenly all those scenes with the rich guys sitting in the comfy chairs at some high end gentleman's club sipping bourbon and smoking cigars made sense. This was stuff that it was an event to drink, not just a way to numb yourself out. Damn.

Sam's eyes went wide after his drink and he lifted the glass up to eye level so he could watch the light filter through it. "Yeah, my earlier comments, just ignore. Get as much of this as you want Dean. Wow."

Coyote coughed, nodded and took another sip. "What Sam said."

Oliver smiled, "Money may not buy happiness but it definitely gives you options." He'd grown up drinking stuff like this so it didn't get him all excited.