Peace and Quiet ((open rp))

[sgt_hunter]

John sat comfortably in a corner of Ravenclaw’s bar, nursing a scotch. The prank war was finally over and everyone was back to their appropriate age. Calm had descended on his family, at least for now. He spun the glass between his fingers, watching the amber liquid swirl in the half light. While he had been gone, his family had grown. Bobby

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[nerdofthelord]

The angel in question had made the Ravenclaw bar a regular part of his itinerary, so it was more or less inevitable that he would run across John at some point.

He'd been wondering about the Winchester patriarch, in turn. They had met twice now, only briefly, and on one of those occasions he'd been in no condition to hold a rational conversation. He owed John a debt for that incident (a highly unusual sort of debt, certainly, but nevertheless) and he was curious about the man who had shaped the lives of all his friends so profoundly

[sgt_hunter]

John looked up at the voice. He had only been distantly aware of anyone else nearby, and was surprised to see that it was Castiel. Normally he would have berated himself for a lapse in his guard like that, but today, he allowed himself the indulgence.

It wasn't a surprise the angel looked hesitant. Their last meeting had been under extremely bizzare circumstances and John had no doubt that the transformation had been unsettling for him. The hunter waved him over with a small smile, "Yeah. Take a seat."

[nerdofthelord]

Cas seated himself opposite John and got straight to business. "I, ah, wanted to thank you," he said tentatively. "For preventing an uncomfortable situation from becoming..." He paused, searching for a good way to put it, "...even more uncomfortable. I could have done considerable damage, if you hadn't..." He trailed off, finding it difficult to look the man in the eyes.

[sgt_hunter]

John held up a hand, "Forget it. You weren't exactly yourself at the time. Besides, I raised two boys and I remember those days pretty clearly. It's funny how quickly it comes back, even after all this time," he noted with a distant smile.

[serrulata]

What was that about a prank war being over?

Kurama (after a long battle with her wardrobe to find something that wasn't a far-too revealing kimono, which was more or less successful in that it didn't show off too much boob or leg but did look like it had been puked out by some dark alley in the middle of Harajuku. And yes, there was a cute cartoon character and a frilled skirt, but at least there were pants and the scarf was pretty cool) made her way to the bar with a single goal in mind: Get drunk enough to not care that, for now, she was missing a penis.

She gave Winchester Sr. a long, hard stare as she ordered a doubleshot of Everclear, leaning against a bar chair and wondering which side of the family asshole ran on.

((edited for better outfit. Vain like that.))

[sgt_hunter]

Normally when John was on the receiving end of a stare like that, he remembered pissing someone off. He didn't recall meeting the busty woman with the rather dubious fashion sense before. The hunter returned the stare flatly while he mentally reviewed who he might have already managed to piss off.

Her mannerisms were vaguely familiar, but beyond that, John was drawing a blank. Finally he broke the silence.

"There a problem?"

[serrulata]

"Your elder son, for starters," Kurama said icily, knocking back her double and slamming down the glass for another. It would take a while for her to even start to get drunk, but she damn well planned on doing it. "Were he my child, gods and devils forbid," her tail lashed at even the thought of being a father, "I'd have smothered him long ago."

[sgt_hunter]

He caught the tail lash. John only remembered meeting one kitsune...

Fucking hell, Dean.

John moved his glass aside and set his hands on the table, palms down. "Exactly. He's my son," he responded evenly. An unspoken threat hung in the air between them. Dean could be irrational and reckless,but he was still his son. And John Winchester protected his own.

"I'll handle it."

[bloodlettersson]

Oh good. Someone to drink with. Vishous thought he was over his days drinking alone.

A bulky man slid into a chair beside John and ordered a scotch, turned to look at him with a blank, faintly amused look. "You're looking pretty introspective there, my man," he said, leaning on the bar and pulling a smoke from one of the pockets in his leather trench and lighting it with his golden zippo.

"Want to spill?" He lit his cigarette, blew the Turkish smoke away from the man. The zippo went on the bar.

[sgt_hunter]

He watched the man slide into the chair, his eyes giving him a quick, professional once-over. John wasn't sure on the variety, but he sure as hell that the man wasn't a human. This place was going to startn really dicking with a hunter's preconceptions.

"Just thoughts on family. Nothing to trouble a stranger with." He raised his glass, taking a large swallow. "John Winchester."

[bloodlettersson]

Yes, Vishous was very much not human. "V," he said. He tipped his glass in return once the barmaid brought him his drink. He sipped at it, ran his tongue over his teeth, then sat back a bit.

"Trouble keeping them under control, true?" Least, that's what he'd been hearing snippets of. He hadn't meant to listen in to his thoughts, it had just happened, something he couldn't control.

[sgt_hunter]

He gave a crooked grin."Show me a parent who doesn't still have trouble keeping two grown boys under control. I swear I think I'm going to wind up investing in a straight jacket or two."