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None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

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Lindsey thought he recognized the other Winchester brother's voice, and he walked around Arete to where he could get a better look. Yeah. Dean, meandering around the stable, but with a purpose. Add poking into magical hormone overdoses to banishing ghosts and investigating disappearances to the brothers' wheelhouse? Lindsey hadn't seen him around the stables before, so something must've changed.

"Hey. Anything I can help you with?"

"Uh, yeah. Any chalk drawings or candles or whatever shit?" No, Dean had no idea, really, what a love spell looked like. Probably, knowing witches, there were actual hearts involved. Maybe in a mortar and pestle - crushed hearts!

Yeah, that was gross. "Anything doesn't look right, that kinda thing."

"Nothing like that the last I saw." Just back from a ride, Lindsey couldn't swear nothing had been added while he was gone, but instinct said they wouldn't find anything that hadn't been there already.

"You think something like that's got something to do with people going into heat today?" Observant Lindsey could show. Knowing anything about the supernatural, not so much.

"Yeah, basically. Pretty sure it's some magic shit anyway." Technically he and Sam were still pretending to be insurance investigators, but there was time travel and, like, Tokien shit wandering around, so Dean wasn't too interested in 'technically'. "Finding a spell I can break up's probably wishful thinkin', but I wanna try anyway. You're pretty sure there's nothin' here?" Except horses and their shit and - Dean slapped at his neck absently - flies apparently. The bitey kind.

"We can take a look," good ol' boy Lindsey offered. The brothers, like everyone else here, were an unknown, only they were an unknown with more esoteric knowledge than most. That meant Lindsey wanted to learn more about them, what they did, how much they knew. Everybody was a potential threat, but he didn't know if they might be a couple of potential potential allies too, for whatever was going on and what might happen next. "C'mon, if you want."

"Uh, yeah." Dean couldn't help a kind of trying-too-hard charming grin at the dude, because... well, he didn't actually notice dudes (much) but this one was... hot. And finding a haystack or whatever seemed like a really good idea. Would that go the same way with dudes as it did with chicks? Obviously he had to find out, for science or whatever. "Lead the way, man."

Trying to see if anything had changed while he was gone, and not knowing Dean well enough to say, Lindsey only kind of caught the grin and couldn't say if the kind of cheesy charm was his usual M.O. or something Lindsey should keep an eye on today. He led the way further into the stable, not seeing anything out of place. "I don't know," he said, turning around to see Dean. "The horses aren't freaking out. It'd have to be hidden, maybe in one of the stalls or something."

"Could be. Let's check one." Confined space? Yes please. Half-privacy was better than out in the open, though Dean had few to no problems with being out in the open. Most people did, though, so half-privacy was a lot more likely to get fun.

If the subject came up, Lindsey wasn't all that bothered by out in the open either, but he wasn't thinking about that right then.

"So, you and your brother do this kinda thing a lot?" he asked, moving into the first empty stall - not the one Caroline had found him in this morning.

This kinda thing? Fantasize and plan to make out with a dude in the stable? Probably n...oh, the magic shit. "Sometimes, yeah. Magic shit's not the most common but yeah."

It had to be okay to say that much, and it wasn't like anyone wouldn't know this was magic shit going on. Besides, Dean couldn't focus on that when all that he could think of and do was follow the guy into the stall, push him against one of the walls, and kiss him like he'd been waiting forever for it.

As Lindsey's back met the wall and Winchester's mouth found his, his first thought was, Again? Lindsey spent much of his time out in the stables to be away from people. Especially today, when it was all cupids gone wild around the inn. Winchester was good looking, but a) he knew it, and b) he and his brother seemed to know more about the things Lindsey was pretending not to know than was good for him to maintain the facade.

He also knew how to kiss, and other than the frustrating incident with Caroline this morning, it had been a long time for Lindsey, and that hunger fueled how he kissed back, almost a challenge.

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