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“What are you doing?” Dean asked as he plopped down on the couch next to Charlie. He was bored and was hoping she wanted to play some video games. She looked up from her laptop for only a second before her eyes were drawn back to the screen.
“I found this website a few months ago where you can anonymously chat with other people. There’s no signing up, and you just make up a fake user name. You don’t have to provide any personal info at all. It’s really pretty neat and it’s a lot of fun just chatting with people. Sometimes you find like-minded people, sometimes you don’t. If you don’t like who you’re talking to, you just log out of the chat and start a new one. I’ve met some really cool people. What I do is start a fake conversation. Like, say…you announce you’re Han Solo. Someone else joins the conversation and says ‘Hello Han, my name is Leia. Come here often?’ And then you just sort of screw around role playing. I’ve met some hella cool people doing it, and it’s fun. You don’t have to do the role playing, but at least for me, it makes the entire thing more interesting.” She explained. He leaned over to watch as she pretended to be the 9th Doctor. Whoever was on the other end was pretending to be Martha, and flirting pretty heavily. He watched with amusement as Charlie played along, even laughing at some of the things they were saying with each other.
“That actually does look like fun.” He said once the conversation had ended and a new one had begun.
“And completely anonymous, unless you give out your email address. That’s how I met Dorothy, on this site. I was just looking for something to do for fun, to let off some steam but the conversations we were having were too awesome to just let it be a one-time deal. I asked for her number and she gave it to me.” She said as she got involved with the next conversation.
Dean got up, heading to his room to grab his own laptop. “What is that site called? You’re sure you don’t have to download anything?” He asked as he turned his computer on and sat down again.
“Nah, it’s just a website. Mystery Chat is the name.” She replied. Dean looked the site up. Sure enough, it didn’t ask for any log in information. He simply had to pick a username that would work for this log in only. He chose to call himself The Pie Man. He snickered to himself at how creative he believed he was at the name. When he loaded it a chat page popped up. So far he was still alone. The person that joined his chat immediately launched into a Harry Potter role play, but Dean wasn’t as familiar with the books or movies and he was floundering. He tried to keep up but after about five minutes he said goodbye and left. The next chat was just weird. The person wanted to know what kind of detergent he used, and whether he washed his panties by hand or in the washing machine. The moment he said he was a guy, they logged off. He was about to give up when his computer chimed, announcing that someone else had joined the chat. Someone calling themselves The Beekeeper entered the chat. He was debating on what he wanted to say when he noticed the other person was typing.
The Beekeeper: So, Pie man, I’m guessing you like pie?
Dean snickered.
The Pie Man: Hell yes I love pie. Hey Beekeeper, are you sweet as honey?
The Beekeeper: I can be…for the right person.
The Pie Man: Oh really?
Flirting was something Dean was good at, and this was all in good fun anyway. An easy conversation with someone he didn’t have to worry could track down his information. He could have fun with this.
They bantered back and forth, and he kept the flirting light. He was enjoying the conversation, and the anonymous flirting. He wasn’t even sure of the other person’s gender, not that it mattered to him much, but he was curious.
The Pie Man: Can I ask your gender?
The Beekeeper: I dunno. You might disconnect…
The Pie Man: Well, my name infers that I am male, which I am. I’m not going to disconnect. I happen to like everyone, if you get my drift. ;)
He was taking the flirting up a notch, or so he thought.
The Beekeeper: Oh really? So it wouldn’t bother you to learn that I’m a man?
Something suddenly dawned on Dean. Kids could be on this site, and he could be randomly flirting with some fourteen year old in like, Nebraska. He needed to make sure he was talking to another adult.
The Pie Man: That’s cool man, but please tell me you’re over 18?
The Beekeeper: I’m way over 18. By ten years to be exact. What about you?
The Pie Man: I’m 24, so yeah, well over 18! So what do you do for a living?
The Beekeeper: My screenname says it all. I’m a bee farmer. Well, keeping bees is more of a hobby. I love honey so I decided to raise bees. Actually, I’m a horticulturist and botanist. Do you know what that is?
The Pie Man: Yes, I know what that is. You studied flowers and plant biology. I went to college for engineering.
The Beekeeper: Impressive. And what did you do with that degree?
The Pie Man: I run an auto shop.
The Beekeeper: At only twenty four?!
The Pie Man: Yup. The owner is a friend of my stepdad’s and he retired last year. I’ve worked for him since I was sixteen, so he knows I can do the work. It’s doing better now than it did when he ran it. I majored in engineering and minored in business administration, so I do more marketing and advertising than he did. We have a lot more business now.
The Beekeeper: I have to say, I’m impressed. I find myself wondering what you look like though. The mechanics around here are rather scary looking, and most of them have a beer gut and the vast majority of their teeth are missing. It’s not an attractive sight.
The Pie Man: I’m adorable.
The Beekeeper: And that tells me sooooooooooo much. Description please.
The Pie Man: Dark blonde, green eyes, more freckles than I want. What about you? What does a beekeeper even look like? I am picturing Bill Nye.
The Beekeeper: Oh ha ha. I used to model when I was in college. I like to think I’m fairly good looking. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, and I exercise daily, so I’m in shape.
The Pie Man: Now I’m intrigued. Modeling you say? I’ve had a few people try to recruit me to do that. I should have, maybe then all my student loans would be paid off by now, lol.
The Beekeeper: How tall are you?
The Pie Man: 6’2. Or damn close to it if my legs weren’t bowed. You?
The Beekeeper: You’re taller. I’m 5’10.
“Who are you talking to?” Charlie leaned over to see his screen.
“He calls himself The Beekeeper. Seems to be a pretty cool guy.” He replied. She arched an eyebrow at the name.
“The Beekeeper?”
“He really is a beekeeper.” He shrugged.
Dean returned to his conversation with The Beekeeper, enjoying their banter and the joking. Suddenly he got a new message.
The Beekeeper: I have to get going, I have some chores I need to complete but…I like talking with you. Would you like to continue talking off site?
Dean’s heartbeat sped up at the thought of talking to this man off the website.
The Pie Man: Sure. What’s your email?
They exchanged addresses and agreed to email later.
The Beekeeper: By the way, my name is Castiel, but you can call me Cas.
The Pie Man: Well it’s nice to meet you Cas, my name’s Dean.
The Beekeeper: Pleasure’s all mine.