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Who: getswhinedat and failedparenting
When: November... 23rd...
Where: Starter apartments.
Summary: Two old... friends meet to have serious conversations and get caught up.
Warnings: Swearing, cantankerousness, slight potential for violence? Who even knows with these two.
[ Yeah, Bobby was starting to wonder about how many dead people he was gonna wind up meeting in this hellhole. It seemed like they were some of the only people he even talked to. Siren's Port was a finely divided collection of dead people, jackasses, idjits and a small cluster of sensible, reasonable people who seemed to know what they were talking about. He wasn't about to get into anyone who crossed categories, because that would basically take up all his damn time; and he kind of valued the idea of using his time for trying to figure out this whole mess and how they were supposed to pull a solution out of their collective asses.
John Winchester showing up was a complication among complications. One of those folks who continually crossed back and forth between the collective categories like a frat boy on a bender. It would be lying to say it wasn't a good thing to possibly be seeing him again, but oh, how many more Winchesters could possibly turn up? Bobby had no idea what they would be in for with this pleasant little visit. He didn't entirely want to know, so he figured he'd put that off until he got the demon-proofing out of the way.
Sam or Dean would probably advise against bringing his pistol along, but he'd risk it.
Knock knock, Winchester. ]
When: November... 23rd...
Where: Starter apartments.
Summary: Two old... friends meet to have serious conversations and get caught up.
Warnings: Swearing, cantankerousness, slight potential for violence? Who even knows with these two.
[ Yeah, Bobby was starting to wonder about how many dead people he was gonna wind up meeting in this hellhole. It seemed like they were some of the only people he even talked to. Siren's Port was a finely divided collection of dead people, jackasses, idjits and a small cluster of sensible, reasonable people who seemed to know what they were talking about. He wasn't about to get into anyone who crossed categories, because that would basically take up all his damn time; and he kind of valued the idea of using his time for trying to figure out this whole mess and how they were supposed to pull a solution out of their collective asses.
John Winchester showing up was a complication among complications. One of those folks who continually crossed back and forth between the collective categories like a frat boy on a bender. It would be lying to say it wasn't a good thing to possibly be seeing him again, but oh, how many more Winchesters could possibly turn up? Bobby had no idea what they would be in for with this pleasant little visit. He didn't entirely want to know, so he figured he'd put that off until he got the demon-proofing out of the way.
Sam or Dean would probably advise against bringing his pistol along, but he'd risk it.
Knock knock, Winchester. ]