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[gavemea_45]

It's been just another day in the life of the Winchesters

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[creator_raven]

Things are looking more than up.

They are also looking sideways and crossways and inside-out and --

Or they could be.

If Raven were feeling particular whimsical.

As it is, he drops from the rafters into the seat opposite Sam, a ragged bundle of black feathers that transforms into a skinny man in a tattered black coat on impact.

"You, I think, have been very busy, yes?"

It is a thing.

[gavemea_45]

He jerks back, and the look Raven gets is a little harder, a little more wary than it would have been before he and Dean had run afoul of a certain Trickster outside the bar.

"Something like that, yeah."

Beat.

"You?"

[creator_raven]

"Mostly I was bodiless, yes?"

Raven wrinkles his nose.

It is a melodramatic gesture.

Probably.

"It is, I think, not always so pleasant."

[gavemea_45]

Sam eyes him.

"... doesn't sound like it."

Beat.

Beat.

A third beat, and then curiosity wins out.

"How come you were bodiless?"

[ever_noteful]

It's been a while.

Possibly even a long while.

"Good evening, Sam."

[gavemea_45]

"Meg, hey."

Sam gives her a quick grin and shoves a couple of books out of the way, in case she wants to sit down.

"How's it going?"

[ever_noteful]

"It's going well, thank you," she says, taking the now cleared spot.

For the most part.

"How've you been lately?"

[gavemea_45]

"Okay," he tells her. "Traveling, that sort of thing."

And getting arrested, going to jail, getting a record, that sort of thing, but he neatly skips over that part.

"You? Well, you said?"

[stilljustandrew]

And there's a geekboy passing by, who spots the books and such spread out across the table before he sees who's sitting there.

"Oh, hey Sam."

[gavemea_45]

"Andrew, hey," he returns, with a quick grin.

"How's it going?"

[stilljustandrew]

"I'm good. How's things with you?"

He slides into the seat opposite Sam, and rests one elbow on the table.

[gavemea_45]

"Same as usual, pretty much."

Sam shrugs and reaches for the coffee, but he doesn't seem as tense as Andrew's seen him in the past.

"Looking up some stuff that might be useful soon."

[princeinpieces]

A boy wanders by, an absent, preoccupied expression in his large amber eyes that the generous might categorize as 'thoughtful.'

He is not wearing pants.

[gavemea_45]

... right.

"Uh." Sam sighs, then leans out, waving to try to get the guy's attention.

"Hey, you. Dude with the shirt. You okay?"

[princeinpieces]

It takes longer than it should for Mytho to notice that he is being spoken to.

Then again, he's not always one hundred percent on noticing he's being spoken to even when people use his actual name.

"I'm sorry?"

(For a question, it comes out oddly flat.)

[gavemea_45]

"You okay?" Sam repeats.

A beat.

"'Cause I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kinda underdressed for wandering around in here."

[gavemea_45]

"Elle. Hey."

Sam watches her stare at the books and papers. The journal is closed, but two separate translations of One Thousand and One Nights are easily visible, along with a third in old Persian.

The cached webpage on screen looks to have historical background on the tales and characters found therein.

"How's it going?"

[gavemea_45]

That's... probably not good.

Carefully,

"Do you want to sit down?"