[Beta Round] Discovery, Doors, and Dolls

[beldam_buttons]

It would seem, to the outside observer, that it is a day without anything to lend it particular significance - but, curiously, in basements and attics, in kitchens and closets, something a little bit peculiar is going on

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[impalasandpie]

Dean frowned at the doll he found in his back seat. He was in New Oreleans to investigate a report of some serious voodoo. Seeing a voodoo doll of himself set him ill at ease. He had to admit though, it was a pretty good likeness, and kinda cute. What made him blink though was the fact that the doll had no hair or scrap of cloth or anything else that might make the voodoo work, and the big key tied around it’s neck. He frowned and began to examine it. He had seen old keys before, but this had nothing on them. Big and iron, with a button on the end. The button thing was weird. It nearly matched the eyes of the voodoo doll.

He pocketed the key and left the doll in the back of the Impala. There were more important matters at hand, like breaking and entering into an old mansion that had been standing since the late 18th century. It wasn’t locked, which made his life easy, and it looked relatively untouched. There was a thick layer of dust on the floor. Dean coughed and began to walk around, looking for signs that someone else had been in the house recently, aside from him. Nothing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a crawl space. It seemed a bit odd to put one in the dining room, and when something seemed odd? That meant look into it. Dean walked over and crouched down, staring at it. The door was locked. He debated picking the lock, something that wouldn’t have taken very long. An idea hit him instead. He took the button key out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, jiggling it. To Dean’s pleasant surprise, it opened, revealing a tunnel.

“Well that’s new,” he said to no one in particular, poking his head in. The tunnel was a dark, shimmering blue. Instinct for most people would be to run away, but Dean did the exact opposite. Whatever was beyond this tunnel could be connected to the voodoo curse he was investigating. Or perhaps it’d be a new case all together. Either way, it’d be worth it.

When Dean came out the other side, he had to blink. He recongized where he was - it was his old living room from the house in Kansas. Nothing had changed whatsoever. Every piece of furniture wasin place. It was supicious.

He walked around the ground floor some, finally heading into the kitchen. In there was a woman, blonde and of medium height, doing some sort of food prep in the kitchen. Dean stared. “….Mom?”

[beldam_buttons]

Oh, she looked exactly like his mother, there was no denying that. Same body type, same face, same eye colour, same hair, everything. Dean shook his head to ensure that this wasn’t some fucked dream he was having. Nope. It was real. Very real. He thought it odd that of all the strange things he had seen in his life, this was the one that him creeped out the most.

“I don’t know what you are,” he said finally, “But I know damn well you’re not my mother.”

[impalasandpie]

Oh, she looked exactly like his mother, there was no denying that. Same body type, same face, same eye colour, same hair, everything. Dean shook his head to ensure that this wasn’t some fucked dream he was having. Nope. It was real. Very real. He thought it odd that of all the strange things he had seen in his life, this was the one that him creeped out the most.

“I don’t know what you are,” he said finally, “But I know damn well you’re not my mother.”

[beldam_buttons]

The woman who was but was not Mary Winchester laughed slightly. “Don’t be silly, Dean. I’m your Other Mother.”

She continued as she pulled something out of the oven. Looked like cookies, and they smelled very different from most. “Everyone has an Other Mother, even you.”

[impalasandpie]

“Uh-huh,” he crossed his arms and sat on the kitchen counter. “That’s a load of crap. No such thing and-“ Dean stopped as she began to slide the cookies off of the tray and onto a cooling rack.

“What’re those? Smells like…bacon?”

[beldam_buttons]

“Yes dear,” the Other Mother said. “Bacon chocolate-chip cookies. I made them especially for you. And please get off the counter, it’s quite rude.”

The Other Mother took another sheet of cookies, this time raw, and slid them into the oven. After setting the timer, she turned back to Dean. “And Dean, if there was no such thing, why would you be sitting here, staring at me. I’m just as real as the werewolves and witches and other like things you hunt.”

[impalasandpie]

He had to admit, she had a point there. Dean had spent his entire life looking at shit most people thought were myths or urban legends. Another mother? Probably existed in some culture.

Dean did grab one of the bacon chocolate chip cookies though, against his better judgement. The old story of Hansel and Gretel flashed through his mind briefly, but disappeared when he took a bite of the cookie. A grin flashed on his face. “Oh my God,” he said, with a mouth full of cookie. “That’s delicious.”

[beldam_buttons]

The reaction pleased her. “There’s more for you, of course. And if you’d like to stay, I can make them for you forever and always.”

[impalasandpie]

And there was the catch. There was always a catch. Dean swallowed and shook his head. “Yeah, no. I’ve got enough stuff going on back home that I don’t have time to be going back and forth, and dad would kick my ass if I went missing.” He almost added ‘if he weren’t missing himself,’ but with these kinds of things, whatever this Other Mother was, mentioning something like that was a bad idea.

[beldam_buttons]

The Other Mary Winchester gave Dean a disappointed look, “Not even for a little while? A week, perhaps? Consider it a vacation.”

[impalasandpie]

: Dean followed her, out of curiosity. What did she mean a whole world? When he reached the front door, he saw what she meant. There were countless houses along the road, and if he squinted far enough, he could make out an entire town. He turned his head to the right - the Impala sat in the drive way, looking as if she were brand new.

He nodded, “Okay. A week.” It was clear she wouldn’t let him leave right away - a week would give him some time to figure out what she was, at the very least. And hey, at least he had the car.

[beldam_buttons]

"Wonderful." The woman who looked so very much like Mary Winchester beamed. "I promise you, you won't be disappointed."

She turned to him, smiling in a genuinely pleased way as she continued. "I've made up a room for you to stay in while you're here. I think you'll like it."