/AUs the shit outta this baby! :3given_enoughMay 29 2012, 23:12:23 UTC
[this wasn't the way Dean thought you'd be after all these years little brother - if anyone was gonna go off the rails, everyone would have guessed him. Hell, some folk might've even put on a bet!
But, no. Their mother's death, Pops locked up in an insitution that did worse for his mentality and health than any grief which saw his boys seperated had turned out this. One ex-criminal who turned Deputy, going onto Sheriff and the studious, retiring brother reduced to solicitising. Full circle, huh?
He checks in on him from time to time - he hasn't stopped being your brother, Sammy, no matter what. But best not mention you go along with the boys yet...]
XD This will no doubt be greatwillneversayyesMay 29 2012, 23:28:06 UTC
[Sam had never intended for this to happen. He hadn't ever wanted to become one of the local whores. Especially when his brother had turned out so....respectable. He adored his brother, of course. More than he'd ever cared about anyone. But seeing Dean become Sheriff while he was slumming it in the local saloon was more painful than he'd expected.
He'd spent a lot of time out in the town as he was growing up, and he wasn't oblivious. He saw the way men and women alike looked at him. And who was lucky enough to have a job that was pleasurable and made plenty of money? Sure, it wasn't the most accepted career, but it was better than being a thief.
The younger Winchester savored the times his brother came to check on him, needing the time with family more than he could ever say.]
[he avoids it as much as he can, sometimes.. especially on days where there's an actual disturbance and the adrenaline is still stirring within him. It's a sure-fire way to flare his temper. Thinking of him keeping the peace as Sam's doing.. god only knew what in the confines of a dark room. Or worse. One time, he was sure he caught him down an alley.. and that were no broad he was with...]
Thanks, Maisie. [he tips his hat to the girl at the bar of the saloon, noting the longing in her eyes, and ignoring it. She told him Sam was upstairs and that was all the interaction they'd have, if ever.
Dean wasn't stupid; he could see how her gaze lingered and then faltered upon his badge. He couldn't stand skittishness.] I'm'a go up...
Nick Gant ~ Push ~ Wanted Man [duh!]pushmefirstMay 29 2012, 22:10:45 UTC
[he's keeping out of sight, down in the darkest corner of the saloon with his hat down and a smirk just out of sight. These poor asses. Just give him his next drink, and a few minutes and the place will be lighting up.]
[ooc: IDEK if I can do Wild West, but the idea of wanted man!Nick and bounty hunter!Bucky was too interesting to pass up! Also, how do you feel about weird westerns? I'd like to keep Bucky's metal arm...]
[Nick's next drink is brought to him by a rather scruffy man with a metal hand he makes no efforts to conceal. The man roughly sets down two glasses of whiskey, taking the seat across from Nick. He gives the man a smile that reeks of feigned pleasantness and nods at him.] Evenin'.
/sneaks in here. Bounty Hunterhope_burnsbriteMay 29 2012, 22:55:44 UTC
[After such a long and tiring week, Saint Walker is glad to have some down time. He had finally caught his man (a fiendish devil out to hurt innocents for sport) and turned him in to the proper authorities not thirty minutes before sitting against this building.]
[He would go into the saloon and mingle, but the people here were... a bit... lacking, he supposes that he should say, in the open minded department... and the peaceful protest department. Besides, he had sworn against this alcohol human beverage thing long ago.]
[So, he sits out in the sun for a little while, considering on when to pack and move to the next town...]
Saint Walker, Texas Ranger!ocd_reaperMay 30 2012, 01:36:51 UTC
[Kid is drinking from a canteen not too far away. He's very young, only a teenager, yet is incredibly pale. Very much so for someone who's out in the sun so much.]
[always a sight for sore eyes, Jen. You truly are. Especially when Nick needs a quick fix.]
How's it goin', Walters.
[he nods instead of tipping his hat, minimal movement you understand, means less detection. And he's here for business not pleasure so he won't be buttering her up.]
Aww, I'm wounded here, Jen... [he places a hand over his heart. So fake. :D] That any way to treat paying customers? Not to mention ones who tip great... [in other ways, if he's in the mood, or she is. Rare as that might be. He didn't get it - she was greenly exotic.]
Finally! A Chance to tag. holy_hand_printMay 30 2012, 03:32:31 UTC
[Honestly Preacher Novak hadn't expected to end up riding from town to town with a bounty hunter. The two of them had made quite the pair, a man of God and a woman of the gun. Sure they got the strangest looks when the rode together but for some odd reason it just worked. Britta would always be ready for a gun fight but a lot of times Castiels words could soothe the rage. And even as a man of God his fun work was true (Though he preferred a knife truth be told
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add some mexicans and french & we've got the plot to 'two mules for sister sara'.britta_ftwMay 30 2012, 04:48:02 UTC
[Ironic isn't it? That someone who fervently disbelieves in God is riding alongside a preacher. Britta's always been so vocal about her atheism that, sometimes, she's been chased out of towns and villages because of it. She's not a bad person, though. Just because she doesn't believe in a higher power doesn't mean she doesn't help out; if she sees someone in need of help, she always goes out of her way to help them.
Which is how Britta came into contact with this dumbass preacher. Yeah, she knows Castiel Novak isn't your typical preacher. He's too handy with a gun to be a saint or one of those convent priests. Still, she likes to give him a hard time about the no-sex, no-drinking, and no-fun parts.
Although, since Britta's picked up this preacher, she's been in more gunfights and has had more nooses tied around her neck than she cares to count. She can't ditch him though; she figures she's too deep in whatever this is. Sometimes it's better to just deal with the crap than runaway from it.]
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But, no. Their mother's death, Pops locked up in an insitution that did worse for his mentality and health than any grief which saw his boys seperated had turned out this. One ex-criminal who turned Deputy, going onto Sheriff and the studious, retiring brother reduced to solicitising. Full circle, huh?
He checks in on him from time to time - he hasn't stopped being your brother, Sammy, no matter what. But best not mention you go along with the boys yet...]
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He'd spent a lot of time out in the town as he was growing up, and he wasn't oblivious. He saw the way men and women alike looked at him. And who was lucky enough to have a job that was pleasurable and made plenty of money? Sure, it wasn't the most accepted career, but it was better than being a thief.
The younger Winchester savored the times his brother came to check on him, needing the time with family more than he could ever say.]
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Thanks, Maisie. [he tips his hat to the girl at the bar of the saloon, noting the longing in her eyes, and ignoring it. She told him Sam was upstairs and that was all the interaction they'd have, if ever.
Dean wasn't stupid; he could see how her gaze lingered and then faltered upon his badge. He couldn't stand skittishness.] I'm'a go up...
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[He would go into the saloon and mingle, but the people here were... a bit... lacking, he supposes that he should say, in the open minded department... and the peaceful protest department. Besides, he had sworn against this alcohol human beverage thing long ago.]
[So, he sits out in the sun for a little while, considering on when to pack and move to the next town...]
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[He glances over at Saint Walker and nods.]
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Brother. Do you feel alright? You're complexion is pale for this climate.
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How's it goin', Walters.
[he nods instead of tipping his hat, minimal movement you understand, means less detection. And he's here for business not pleasure so he won't be buttering her up.]
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Jen looks over at him, not at all pleased nor amused by his appearance.]
Cut the crap, what're you want?
[Well thank god for that.]
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Which is how Britta came into contact with this dumbass preacher. Yeah, she knows Castiel Novak isn't your typical preacher. He's too handy with a gun to be a saint or one of those convent priests. Still, she likes to give him a hard time about the no-sex, no-drinking, and no-fun parts.
Although, since Britta's picked up this preacher, she's been in more gunfights and has had more nooses tied around her neck than she cares to count. She can't ditch him though; she figures she's too deep in whatever this is. Sometimes it's better to just deal with the crap than runaway from it.]
Another -- [Her voice is harsh, like ( ... )
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