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[gavemea_45]

[OOM: As Al Swearengen has been known to say: 'on Deadwood's main thoroughfare, comely whores, decently priced liquor, and the squarest games of chance in the hills remain unabatedly available at all hours, seven days a week.']The front door opens. Beyond is a small room, much like a hallway, and beyond that an open door that leads back to

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[ushouldcwhatic]

The group was getting eyed by the blond man near the bar. No, not want to pick the guys up or the girl kind of eyeing. This was of concern.

"Everything ok?"

[q_in_training]

"Fine," answers Mac, a little shortly, before relenting and blowing out a long breath. "Better now that we're back in this place."

[gavemea_45]

"What she said."

Sam gives him an easy smile.

"Sorry-- we've just had a hell of a trip." A beat. "It shows, huh?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean doesn't roll his eyes, just smirks slightly.

"Yeah, now that we're done with the obvious--you want a drink, dude?"

Dean's buying.

Probably.

[ushouldcwhatic]

"Yeah, kind of an unexpected one? Or just more hectic than usual? And I got a drink but thanks. Can order more if you want." Holds up a Samuel Adams lager.

John then added, "I'm John Smith, and you're?" He decides handshakes the way to go. Plus, any visions might give him an idea of what happened. Or if they still need help.

[q_in_training]

Dry: "I'll take C, all of the above."

It's followed by a quick, reasonably friendly smile, and only a small hesitation before she takes the proffered hand. "I'm Mac. Hi."

[gavemea_45]

John Smith?

It's too common a name to be a useful alias, and yet sometimes you just have to wonder.

None of this shows on his face, though.

"Sam Winchester."

[hopeitsworthit]

"John Doe."

Beat.

Beat.

Dean grins.

"Nah. Dean Winchester. Handy name you've got yourself."

[ushouldcwhatic]

"It's my real name, my parents were Herb and Vera Smith. Blame them for it," John explained, used to such reactions of a common name.

Shaking Mac's hands, got glimpses of something. Shaking Sam's hand... that got more. And Sam might likely notice John noticing via vision. There was a long look back at Sam, so John's shaking of Dean's hand was mildly distracted from it.

"Odd place to turn up," he finally said.

[q_in_training]

Mac's forehead creases.

"What, you mean here?"

Not that she's going to argue, but --

[gavemea_45]

John's getting a level look of his own right back.

"Guess there's a lot of odd things around here."

A beat.

"Right?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Nah."

Dean grins, easy as anything.

"Blame's for pansies."

Not Winchesters.

Or so you'd think.

But Dean's kinda wary of John right now. He ain't that fond of people that look at Sam that way.

[ushouldcwhatic]

"I meant where you were. Only got a glimpse."

John sighed since the jig was clearly up, and something was up with them anyway.

"I have to level with you. Sometimes, I get visions when I touch something or someone. Of the future or the past."

[q_in_training]

...Let's recap.

Mac was whisked away, with no warning, to Sexist Misogynisticville, eighteen hundred and crappity-two. She almost got grabbed by the locals, and did get unexpectedly grabbed by Sam. She met someone who looked identical to Veronica and was anything but. And, finally, she got escorted home by somebody apparently awful enough to scare Calamity freakin' Jane out of her wits.

She's still freaked out, she wants to go home, and she really wants people to stop springing unexpected shit on her.

What all of this adds up to: Mac yanking her hands back to her bag, starting to back away from Johnny, and glaring at him in an equal mix of anger and fear.

[gavemea_45]

Sam's less than thrilled with the idea of anyone looking into his past or his future.

But second he sees the look on Mac's face, it's as though a stone settles in the pit of his stomach.

This is what you've got to look forward to, if people find out.

"That's got to suck."

He means it.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah, 'cause visions are gonna suck your brains out."

That bit is directed at Mac.

Don't think Dean doesn't know how Sammy's brain works.

The idiot.

Then he turns back to Johnny.

"Yeah? How's that workin' for you?"