Ixto beamed at the hunter, chewing on another deep fried pickle while he spoke. He’d forgotten how easy it was to get lost in this man’s eyes while trying to hold a conversation— a strange thing to forget about someone, but the thought passed him over.
“Me? I had a craving,” he explained, and offered his last deep fried pickle to the Winchester. “It was worth the distance, as I was visiting with someone here as well. I guess we’re just lucky,” the Siren concluded.
It had seemed like forever ago that he’d first met Dean; it had been something else from start to finish. Like the minute they’d set eyes on one another, they were instantly drawn to conversation. They’d not known each other, but still spoke with the comfort of old friends, leaving Ixto with a craving to know more about him.
He was drawn from his thoughts when Dean asked another question.
“I would love a beer,” he smiled. “Thank you. What brings you in to town, Dean? I hope you’re not stirring up too much trouble.”
A duo of fingers served to call attention from the bartender, and he ordered beers for them both before allowing his focus to return to Ixto. While the offered deep fried pickle was certainly tempting, it was met with a shake of his head, "You keep it. Sounds like you came a long way for that."
Promptly, the bartender placed their drinks upon the surface of the bar in front of them, and Dean quickly claimed his own for a deep, needy drink. Brief laughter fell from his lips when, at last, they relinquished the rim of the glass, "Me? Trouble? You know it."
To say that Dean was glad to have once again run into Ixto, even if his instincts told him to be slightly suspicious of random encounters with the same person twice, might have been an understatement. There were few people beyond Sam that he enjoyed conversing with for any length of time, but this was certainly one of them.
"Enough about me. I'm sure you've been startin' plenty of trouble yourself. They say blonds have more fun--I think they're right."