33 Apocalypse Ave - Saturday evening

[demons_death]

John had briefly -- briefly -- considered trying to cook something for the dinner Saturday but sanity won out quickly and instead he got food from Ching Tai's, which was now being kept warm in the kitchen. Having never had the boys bring friends to meet him before, John wasn't sure if he should be setting up a table with formal settings or not, but

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[lilpunkinbelly]

Dawn knocked on the door, fidgeting anxiously and pulling at the hem of her sweater. "So. This'll go fine. Right?" She glanced at Buffy, worriedly.

[1ordinarygirl]

"It will," Buffy assured her, and wondered why she wasn't as worried as Dawn when John Winchester was actually her current boyfriend's father.

[demons_death]

John answered the door expecting to see Dean and Sam and found... girls.

[lilpunkinbelly]

More fidgeting. "Um...hi. Are you Mister Winchester? I'm Dawn. Sam's roommate."

[psychic_wonder]

Sam took a careful hold of the pies as he went up to knock on the door, and gats a nervous glance over to Dean. "This is going to go well, right?"

[saltandammo]

"Of course it is," Dean said with more assurance than he actually felt, then muttered under his breath, "It better."

[psychic_wonder]

Sam nodded. "I just hope it's okay that we didn't wait for everyone else."

[saltandammo]

"Trying to get everyone in one place before setting out was going to be like trying to herd cats," Dean replied. "Better we get here first and they come when they're able."

[x5_alec]

Alec was there, just... late. Fashionably so.

He knocked at the door.

[demons_death]

When John opened the door, he just... looked for a moment. "You must be Alec," he finally said dryly.

[x5_alec]

"That's me," he replied, grinning. "You must be Mr. Winchester?" Alec offered a hand, thinking this was starting off quite well. Which of course meant things would go pear-shaped somewhere during dinner, or maybe right after.

[demons_death]

John shook Alec's hand, still bemused. "If I didn't know any better, I'd wondering if I should be counting back to figure out where I was nine months before you were born. Dean said you looked alike, but..."

[psychic_wonder]

Once everyone had gotten their food, they re-gathered back into the living room. If Sam was being quieter than usual, and focusing on his food, it was simply because he was even less sure than usual about what sort of things he could say in front of his dad.

[demons_death]

John could sense the unease that seemed to permeate the room and shared it a little himself -- this wasn't exactly something he had a lot of experience with either.

Doing his best to try though, he asked, "So has everyone got their class schedules?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

Dawn looked up from the piece of green pepper she was moving to the side of her plate. "Uh huh. I'm taking Hunting."

[demons_death]

John smiled. "I saw your name on my class list. And Alec's as well."

[victimorvillain]

At some point over the course of the evening, a shadowy figure slipped past the group and snuck into the kitchen in the hopes of avoiding notice.

Even anarchistic icons have to eat at some point. Which was why V was surreptitiously inspecting the pantry.

[saltandammo]

Dean came back into the kitchen in search of a second piece of pie, and stopped short when he saw the dark figure. "Uh, sorry. Didn't know anyone was in here."

[victimorvillain]

V turned, cape swooping with the movement, and studied Dean. "Good evening. By all means, don't mind me."

[saltandammo]

"Right." Dean eyed the figure doubtfully but continued over to where the leftover pie sat. He felt eyes watching him and glanced back at the... mask. Well, it wasn't the weirdest thing he'd seen in Fandom. "I'm Dean Winchester," he introduced himself. "John Winchester's my Dad -- I'm here visiting him."