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[dontforgetmypie]

[Dean's sitting in a passenger car, idly flipping through a very worn leather-bound journal. He sighs, glancing out the window every once in a while, looking bored. It's pretty clear that, as of yet, he has no idea he's trapped on the train.

He sighs again, with feeling this time, closing the journal and resting his head on the back of the chair.

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[wily_willywonka]

[He's come up to the front of the train sporting his cane and his top hat and looks around.]

Well, this isn't the library car. Where did it go?

[His purple eyes look over to the new comer and smiles.]

Oh!! Hello! You're new.

[He grins with a hint of "I'm sorry." behind the smile.]

I'm Willy Wonka.

[dontforgetmypie]

[Dean can't help but stare at the guy with the weird clothes. Wow.]

Uh, yeah. Just got on last stop. [Dean's got a sort of "what the hell" look on his face right now.]

I'm Jimmy Page. [Nope, that's not his real name.]

[wily_willywonka]

Really!? Can I have your autograph 'cuz...you look really young! Hmhm.

[He looks up and grabs his suitcase.]

Oh there it is!! I was looking for this since I came here oh...I think it's been a month ago. No, that's not right....more like....two months? What day is it?

[dontforgetmypie]

[Ouch, busted. Dean grins a little in spite of himself.]

Heh, y'know, I get that all the time. Sorry though. No relation.

[He frowns when the term "months" gets thrown around.] What're you, doin' some kind of cross-country trip or something? I'm getting off in a few hours.

[course_of_fate]

Or you could make your own entertainment...

[at least, so says the white haired ghost boy floating upside down about a foot from the ceiling with a sketchbook and pencil. ...what, so he likes drawing like this.]

[dontforgetmypie]

[Startled! Dean jumps up, almost flattening himself against the window, and grits his teeth. He doesn't have anything to fight ghosts on him... just a canister of holy water that isn't even going to touch a ghost. Well, shit.]

What the hell.

and since I only have the one 'shopped icon, you get to imagine. XD

[course_of_fate]

[wave, grin!]

Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm a friendly ghost. Y'know, like Casper.

I CAN IMAGINE.

[dontforgetmypie]

Forget it, kid. You're not supposed to be here. [Dean grabs for his dad's journal and stares at the ghost. WHAT TO DO?!] I don't buy into that Casper crap.

[novicegoddess]

[and entertainment you ... might receive, Dean? Here, have a little schoolgirl walking by, humming a tune to herself. Sheeeee's in a good mood. She stops when she sees fresh meat the new guy, though. She blinked a few times, before putting on a smile and walking over.]

Hello!

[dontforgetmypie]

[Cute girl, but waaaay too young for him. Like, so too young he's almost disgusted that thought actually occurred to him. No reason not to be friendly, though. He manages a smile, too. She seems pretty damn cheerful, after all.]

Uh, hey there. Where you headed?

eee, sorry, late reply, had class~ /o/ baked bread. 8D om nom nom.

[novicegoddess]

[It's okay, she's kinda sorta possibly almost taken anyway. ♥ but they can still be friends! Estelle loves making friends! she keeps on smilin'~]

Just out for a walk! Trying to see if there's anything to do around here, seeing the sights, exploring ... [she's on the verge of rambling. might wanna stop that, Estelle, you could scare the new guy. B|]

And yourself? You're new here, right?

no problem! o/ and that sounds good. :|

[dontforgetmypie]

[Aww, that sounds good. Dean doesn't know it, but he'll appreciate having friends. Someday.

Dean frowns a little, watching her carefully.]

Yeah, guess you could say that... [Her mood's kind of infectious. JUST KIND OF. Dean's still mad about dad and the Impala and being left behind, okay? Stop making him smile.]

Cue world implosion.

[splicersammy]

[Normally, Sam avoids the passenger cars at all costs. Bad memories, and all that. But, the train has shifted the car-order again, and this one happens to be on his way to Sam's favorite speakeasy.]

[He's shouldering a withered leather bag, and is reading his own tattered journal as he walks in, barely looking up to to navigate his way through the cars. When he notices Dean out of the corner of his eye, he looks up with a frown.]

Well, it depends on what kind of entertainment you have in mind, there's a library car two down in that direction... [He tosses his thumb over his shoulder.]... and a bar five down in the other. [Points in the direction he was headed in.]

Awesome world implosion.

[dontforgetmypie]

[Kid looks familiar. Like, really familiar. Like Dean's trying to figure out what city he saved his life in or something before, but he just can't place it. There's no memory of a voice or a time or anything, just that face. Familiar. Annoying.

Dean's pretty sure he'd remember somebody the size of this guy, anyway, so maybe he's just imagining things. He mentions the library and Dean just kind of snorts, but when the bar comes up...]

Pretty damn nice train, huh? [Dean stands, stretching.] Guess I'll head down that way. I've had about enough of sitting around.

You're popular, Dean, everyone's coming out to greet you!

[splicersammy]

[His eyebrows twitch at the snort. What's wrong with the library?]

I suppose you can say that...

[It's a distracted sort of tone. Sam's pretty sure someone's told the guy that the train doesn't stop; and if that's the case, the guy is unusually calm about it. Therefore, pardon him as he tenses a little when Dean stands. Again, bad memories. There's only one person on this train who he doesn't mind following him around, and he's still quite unsure about you, Dean.]

Well, um.... [He sets his jaw.] I guess I'll take you down there. I'm headed that way myself...

\o/

[dontforgetmypie]

[Jumpy kid. Dean grabs the journal, tucking it under his arm, and nods. And... nah, he still hasn't found out the big reveal yet. People have tried to skirt around the issue, but Dean's being dense about it. He's not really in the best of moods, either, but this guy doesn't seem so bad.]

Sounds good to me. [He offers his hand to Sam. Why not.] I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Page. Nice to meet you.

[brulureanneau]

[Dean might smell burning...something, or at least the smoke, and see the black cloud rising from the other side of the car.

Resident pyromaniac got bored and is burning the bandages he's covered in.]

Only entertainment here is the kind you make yourself.

[dontforgetmypie]

Oh, jesus--

[Dean jumps up and moves towards the burning kid, looking around hurriedly for water. Nothing, of course.] What the hell are you--

C'mon, you gotta "stop, drop, and roll" or something!

[brulureanneau]

[Snorts. It's just the bandages, the one in his hand. Not really...attached.]

I'm not afraid of getting burned by fire. 's normal.

icon fail

[dontforgetmypie]

[Well that's a little better but Dean's still not a huge fan of fire.]

It's not normal, Carrie, okay?