[004:] [Location: El Dorado Diner] For when your life just isn't weird enough...

[iamnotuseless]

When he saw it the first time, John naturally assumed he was going insane.

It was possible he was falling back to that old sensibility; the one that was just so sure things like demons, angels, and all manner of supernatural beings just didn't exist. But it was also doubtful. After all, a diner full of practically naked patrons wasn't exactly

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[iamnotuseless]

It wasn't an angel popping up next to him, but it was close enough.

With his brain still stuck stuttering and flailing, desperately trying to come up with something to diffuse the situation and failing miserably, John was more than happy to let the woman do all the talking. His previously hanging jaw snapped shut, and he forced a shaky smile to the hulk of a man who clearly wanted nothing more than to snap him in two.

At least, until he heard about John's 'condition'. After a long look that considered them both, the man snorted. "Fuckin' retard." He growled, and went on his way.

If it'd been a normal day, whatever that meant, John might've taken offense. Today, he wasn't sure he could argue. "... Thank you." He said to the woman once his new friend was out of earshot, and turned to face her. When he found out she was just like the others, he forced himself to keep his eyes on her face.

That didn't save him. "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" So much for explaining himself.

John's eyes bulged in his skull, and he tried to ignore that underlying sense of panic that was starting to kick up. "I'm so sorry." He blurted out, and thanked God that his wife wasn't nearby to remove his head from his shoulders.

[wereall_addicts]

She gave him a small smile at that, before placing an arm around his shoulders, and starting to point him towards the door. "I'm flattered," she said softly, her normal accent slipping back into place. "But I think it might be best if we get you back to the mansion."

She guided them out the door and started heading them back down the street, before extending a hand to him. "Sophie Devereaux."

[iamnotuseless]

Something in John made him lift an eyebrow at the accent change, but since she'd only been using the previous one to help him, he let it go. Besides, the rest of his brain was still far too stuck on trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Once they were out on the street, he took a breath, eyes dropping down to her hand. "John Winchester." He forced a smile as his eyes made their way back up to hers, shaking her hand. "Really, I'm so sorry."

At least she wasn't getting as angry as his friend back there had been. "God, I hate this place." There was just no other explanation for it. "Thanks for the help back there."

[wereall_addicts]

"Don't worry about it. I think it's better for my karma than anything else." She looked around as they started to walk. "How long have you been in the city?"

[iamnotuseless]

"Since June." John sighed, looking to the city at large as well. "Which is long enough." More than long enough, as far as he was concerned.

"Luckily I wound up here with my wife, and..." Well. "The rest of my family. But this place is insane." Whether or not he wanted to get to a point of where he'd be used to that was still up for debate. "How long've you been here?"

[wereall_addicts]

"September," she said with a nod. "Not quite as long, but still long enough to know my way around. Must be nice, though -- having family here."