(Untitled)

[gavemea_45]

The clues had all pointed towards one of the pieces at the so-called "Shrine of the Holy Relics" in Celina, Ohio, as being a hell of a lot more unholy when it came right down to it. It was only after they got into town that they found out there were worse horrors than that

Comments

[foxy_l33t]

"See- you already have such things as 'the fast escape' down pat, specially when making provocative comments." Laini chuckles, eyeing Sam from the bar.

"Though don't impalas float already?"

Laini's knowledge of human tech focuses more on computers and electronics, alas. Cars, not so much.

[gavemea_45]

"Not the cars, no."

A beat. Sam's still grinning.

"Not usually, anyway. Hey, Laini."

[foxy_l33t]

"And heya back at yourself, Sam." She shakes her head, amused.

"So who's riled up about the 'usually' that concerns an impala?"

Laini motions to a free chair. She seems to be working tonight- a couple of circuit boards spread out in front of her, and a can of Red Bull to the side.

[gavemea_45]

"My brother."

He takes the chair, looking curiously at the circuit boards as he sits down.

"The Impala's his car."

[milkbonesoldier]

Yeah, probably. Brothers can be like that.

Wells looks up from his beer and raises a hand in greeting. "Evening, Winchester," he says, and if you are asking why he bothered waving, it is so that he could not scratch his eyepatch with that hand.

[gavemea_45]

"Evening, Wells--"

The eyepatch gets a sharp look.

"--uh, should I ask?"

[milkbonesoldier]

"Combat laser," says Wells. "After getting punched in the face with a silver-plated fist. But mostly the laser. There was a Ministry of Defence project in my country that went absolutely, completely tits-up."

[gavemea_45]

Sam winces.

"Sounds like it. Sorry, man."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Someone you're avoiding?"

Sallie's got the good old apron on, and she hasn't decided to care about the splotches of flour at the waistline of it.

"Sneakin' up on folk, avoiding people..." Sallie makes a tsk'ing noise in Sam's general direction before going back to a notebook.

[gavemea_45]

He looks abashed, but only for an instant.

"My brother."

Sam ducks his head and grins.

"He's just pi--, er, it's okay, though."

[realmrsreynolds]

"He's what? Pissed? Thought you were about to call him somethin' untasteful in Chinese. Would've liked to hear that. Sit, order somethin', keep me company."

One of the benefits of being old is that you can order young people around.

[gavemea_45]

"... er, yeah, that. Um. Not the Chinese, I mean."

A beat, and a quick smile.

"You gonna smack me with a spatula if I don't?"

Sam's clearly teasing, as he's already moving to sit down.

[jedi_bastila]

After returning to the Enclave the other day, Bastila had convinced herself that it had all been a nightmare. Of course there was no such thing as a bar at the end of the universe where people from various worlds and various timelines could meet and share a drink. It was ridiculous.

So when the door to her room opened to the bar instead, she was understandably thrown off. It was real? How could it be?

She's been standing by the door, immobile, taking in the fact that this is real, for a while already - she couldn't tell you how long though, sorry - when someone comes in and slams the door behind him, grinning happily. It certainly shakes her out of her thoughts.

"Err, hi."

[gavemea_45]

"Hi."

Sam grins back.

"Sorry, did I startle you?"

[jedi_bastila]

She shrugs. "Don't be sorry, I'm the one who was standing in the middle of the way, lost in my thoughts."

He sure seemed in a good mood, and his grin was somewhat infectious. She felt the sides of her mouth twitch a little. "I'm Bastila," she offers, extending her hand.

[gavemea_45]

"Sam. Winchester."

His grip is firm, but not painfully so.

"Nice to meet you."

[notboundnow]

Hey, so remember that time Sam met this girl in the Bar?

Yeah, so there's this guy.

No, really. I mean, like, a guy. Between shaves, messy black hair, leather jacket, rangy legs in muddy jeans, ankles wrapped around a chair leg. Boy, let's not even get started on the sideburns. This guy catches sight of Sam and grins.

He swivels around in his seat. "You didn't tell me you had a brother!"

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah?"

This guy... looks unfamiliar. Sam gives him a fast once-over.

"You sure about that?"

[notboundnow]

Prometheus nods. "You'd doubt me if I said he was a nice guy, but really, we had a fine conversation. He's a fellow of sometimes dubious musical tastes, but otherwise completely charming."

Would it help if he stood up? He stands up and sticks both hands in his back pockets. He's very tall.

[gavemea_45]

Almost as tall as Sam himself, for that matter.

"Nah, I don't doubt you. He's not bad."

A beat.

"Except for the mullet rock."