|| Re-Introduction: If You Need Him, He'll Be There Again ||

[surfaceshine]

[SPOILERS for Supernatural up to 5x22 in this post, and likely in the course of play with my Dean.  Sorry.]

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[ohmaiden]

Iphigenia is more than a little worried, though she's trying her best not to show it. Her mother is probably...gone. She knows that, deep down, but still, she wants to be cheerful. For who? a little voice inside of her says, but she tries to ignore it.

She'll be in the common room, then, flipping through a book, clearly not reading it, not really.

She's too distracted.

[surfaceshine]

It takes him longer to pick up on it than it would normally, but the intangible aspects were always Dean's forte in any case; he just also used to be a lot better at it. Everyone here is worried, or grieving, or trying to put on the brave face it seems like, and Dean...

...Well, Dean gets it.

So when he walks into a common room and sees Iphigenia in need of rescuing from a distraction that isn't really working, well, it's as much that as the honest quest for information that makes him feel the need to interrupt.

"'Scuse me - you wouldn't happen to know where the loo is around here, would you?"

[ohmaiden]

She looks up, relieved to have someone to talk to, even if it's just a simple question.

"It's that way," she says, pointing. She sighs a little, putting her book down.

"You're new here?" she asks, after a moment.

[surfaceshine]

The hunter smiles for her, glancing down the way she points before back to her. He's not, exactly, feeling social but then he hasn't for a while and there's still the job to do. So he keeps smiling, makes his tone friendly, and takes a few steps closer.

"Thanks - yeah, I uh. Guess I am." For the time being anyway. "I'm Dean."

[nuns4money]

In the kitchen, Eda might be in the kitchen, calm and serene as anything as she reads a outdated (in this world) newspaper and eats breakfast.

She looks over the edge and sees Dean, that's a fella she hasn't seen in a while. "Dean?"

[surfaceshine]

A fella that's distracted by trying to retrace his steps. Not the ones he's taken at the Mansion, but the ones before now that might have lead to being stuck here. Goddamn if he wasn't paying any attention though. Did he cross a sigil or a witch or something that he failed to notice?

"Hm?" he says as he crosses to get another look out the kitchen window, and then a moment later realizes he doesn't recognize the voice. He glances over sharply, because it hasn't been a good thing for a while now that someone he doesn't recognize knows his name. "Who're you?"

[nuns4money]

He doesn't remember?

"I'm Eda. You look kinda lost."

She'll only tell him how she knows him if he asks.

[surfaceshine]

He's already kind of figured it out by the way she recognized him; his eyebrows pull together in his signature frown,

"That tends to happen to me when random people call me by name on sight."

Among other, more unpleasant things, so he's just going to stay wary for now.

[killedthesnake]

Neville is sitting in the library, at a table with a large number of books spread open in front of him. He has a bottle of beer nearby, sitting on a napkin to protect the furniture (his Gran taught him right after all), and he's rather intent on his study. While he can't find any greenhouse plans per se, there's at lest one architecture book. He has a greenhouse to rebuilt, and the sentimental guy that he is, he's going to try and make it look as much like the previous one as he can.

He's waiting on the snow to stop falling and maybe thaw a bit so he can go see what's salvageable outside, but in the meantime, he's studying. He wants to build it sturdy enough greenhouse to withstand an earthquake - since those apparently happen here. He should be wearing an 'I survived Carpocalypse 2012' on a tee, but instead he's in jeans and a plain, long sleeve shirt in Gryffindor red.

[surfaceshine]

Dean had seen the greenhouse on his way in, of course; difficult to fail to notice new wreckage near an untouched house, among a horde of honest to god igloos, and he's never been as oblivious to his surroundings as he pretends to be. Of course he has no way of knowing that it's in any way connected with the man he glances at as he returns to the library. He doesn't have the faith in these places that his brother does - did - does, but he has faith in Sam, and so here he is again.

Even though there's nothing here.

The hunter, unaware that he's met Neville before, is perhaps a bit wary because he's still expecting to be tossed out of here at any moment but he nods amiably anyway on his way past to move deeper into the shelves.

[killedthesnake]

Neville glances up at the man who nods to him and does a double take. "Dean!" he grins, standing so quickly he almost spills his beer. "I haven't seen you since the earthquake - you look well, no lasting injuries!" And he'll approach Dean like he's a good friend because to Neville, he's one of his closest at the Mansion. He'll offer a hand to shake, though he completely intends on pulling him into a one-armed hug.

[surfaceshine]

Part of the reason Dean is so wary is that this has happened to him a couple times now; there's no telling when the next person is going to react like Sugar did, like Eda, like... whoever this is now. Neville stands and beams at him and Dean straightens up to his full height by force of habit, unable to stop the way his eyes dart suspiciously to the extended hand before he finds his smile.

"Um, yeah, no," he fumbles, starts to reach for the offered hand reflexively before hesitating on a deep, in drawn breath. "Hi. You seem to know me, but I'm having a problem with the other lane on the two-way street, here."

[alcuin_delaunay]

If Dean makes his way to the kitchen, he'll find an ethereally beautiful white-haired young man up to his elbows in flour for a pie crust. He's friendly and only a little bit shy, and much inclined to feed anyone who comes into his kitchen. There's a tray of fresh hot cranberry-orange muffins sitting on the table nearby.

[surfaceshine]

Normally, both ethereally beautiful and pie crust would interest Dean, though not for the same reasons as most in the case of the former; but he's singularly focused on putting one foot in front of the other just now, figuratively anyway, and beyond that he's less concerned with what he's going to eat while he's here and more with how he gets back to his car.

The muffins, though, do get a glance, and he finally looks over at the other man, too.

"Mornin'," he says, then pauses to remember that it's not anymore, not really. Oh well. He looks over the mess of flour. raising an eyebrow. "Did I miss the memo about baking hour?"

[alcuin_delaunay]

"There wasn't a memo," Alcuin assures him, looking over with a smile. "The muffins are to share, if you'd like any, and there will be pie in a short while." He doesn't stop kneading the dough, chatting while he works. "My name's Alcuin, and I'm sorry about taking over the kitchen. It's very nice to meet you. Let me know if I'm in your way."

[surfaceshine]

Dean knows, like he knows how to blink, that he should be interested in the pie. He's not, but it's okay, because there's plenty for him to comment on besides. The hunter skirts the work area, glances at the muffin, nods approvingly.

"Dean," he replies, not without some trepidation, but this guy doesn't seem to be reacting to him anyway. All the others so far had. "And uh yeah, you're not in my way. I'm not gonna be doing any baking any time soon."

He doesn't know that the way he starts poking at the cabinets is exactly what he did last time, but he'd be pleased to know.

[ofsandandstone]

Lystra's sitting on the couch in the main room, and Tyan's dozing on the cushion next to her. She's not really doing anything at the moment. She's just resting while her son's asleep and she has the chance.

She looked for Dean after the earthquake, and when she couldn't find him, she assumed he must have been dead. She's always been resilient, so she dealt with it pretty well. She actually considers herself lucky to have lost only one person. She's aware that things could have been much, much worse.

And she's going to be happy to see him again, even if he doesn't remember her.

[surfaceshine]

Normally, someone who looks like Lystra would be the first face he pays attention to, but he hasn't been as closely connected to that part of himself as he once was for quite some time now; no, it's the kid that gets a second glance as the hunter heads for the front door, though his expression is difficult to read. He doesn't, exactly, stop in his course or in the way he's buttoning up his leather jacket, clearly intending to head back outside, but he does slow.

And, uh. Try not to tromp quite so loudly if there's a sleeping kid in here. Oops. He nods to the woman if she glances up at him, eyebrows pulled together and lips pressed into a line.

[ofsandandstone]

Lystra does look up, then her eyes go wide, and she gasps.

"Dean?"

[surfaceshine]

Well, now he does stop, and his expression dips decisively towards a frown. It hasn't been a good thing that anyone knows his name before he recognizes them in... oh, a couple decades now, hasn't it?

"Who's asking?"