Crashdown Cafe, Roswell, Tuesday afternoon/evening
Dean and Isabel to the rescue!
Michael was sitting somewhere near the back of the room, where no one would notice him.
His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but there was something off about the way he was sitting. Something too stiff.
It was weird being in a different Crashdown, even though it looked exactly like the one she'd spent so much time in.
Keeping her head down, and hoping that looking like Lonnie wouldn't freak Michael out too badly, Isabel made her way across the restaurant and slid into the seat next to him, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "I told you I'd come get you."
He twitched at the unexpected contact, not having recognised her approaching, then turned and stared at her.
"Nice disguise, sis."
"Yeah, well, if I keep my head down, I don't think anyone will suspect I'm Isabel," she explained. "No need to cause problems for her. In case she's supposed to be somewhere else."
Dean came into the place then, after having parked the Impala. He casually glanced around, looking for anything that might be potential trouble, trusting that the shades he still wore would make the action a bit less obvious. Not spotting anything obvious, he pulled off his sunglasses as he sauntered over to join Michael and Isabel.
"Y'know you kinda look like you should have a giant SKULKER sign flashing above your heads," he told them.
Michael shrugged.
"They know me here. Nobody's gonna bother me."
If it just stayed quiet skulking, that was.
"Still, no use drawing extra attention if we don't have to. Because god knows there's enough times when we have to." He nodded towards Michael's glasses. "Less you turned into a vampire since the last time I saw you, or your name's suddenly Corey Hart, you might want to lose the shades indoors."
Michael, very clearly, didn't want to. But since it had come up - he couldn't hide it forever.
Reluctantly, he reached up and pulled off the glasses.
Dean frowned. "So is there a door we need to go beat up?"
"A door named Hank," Isabel muttered. "Bastard."
Michael shot her a hard look.
"Rocks", he claimed. "In the desert. I fell, Hank's just freaking out about medical bills. You know what he's like with money."
"Ah, I see," she said, flashing Dean a look of if you believe that, I've got swampland to sell you. "Well you're coming back to Fandom with us. So Hank can just get over himself." And have another drink.
"Yeah. No rocks or doors are going to get at you when we're around," Dean assured Michael.
That got him a look in turn.
"I wanted a ride back, that's all. I don't need a protection detail."
"Tough," Dean said bluntly. "You got one anyway."
Isabel nodded, "I told you, it's not just because you're my brother. It's a Fandom thing. We look out for one another."
"Fine", he said flatly. "I brought the most important stuff" - a light kick to the duffle bag under the table by way of illustration - "but there's still some things back at the trailer."
"So we can swing by before we head back, no problem," Dean said lightly.
"Yeah, there's plenty of time till we have to catch the portal back," Isabel added. And if they were lucky, Hank wouldn't be around.
"Okay", Michael said, and stood up stiffly. "Let's go."
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay. Pre-played with izzyalienqueen and saltandammo]
Michael was sitting somewhere near the back of the room, where no one would notice him.
His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but there was something off about the way he was sitting. Something too stiff.
It was weird being in a different Crashdown, even though it looked exactly like the one she'd spent so much time in.
Keeping her head down, and hoping that looking like Lonnie wouldn't freak Michael out too badly, Isabel made her way across the restaurant and slid into the seat next to him, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. "I told you I'd come get you."
He twitched at the unexpected contact, not having recognised her approaching, then turned and stared at her.
"Nice disguise, sis."
"Yeah, well, if I keep my head down, I don't think anyone will suspect I'm Isabel," she explained. "No need to cause problems for her. In case she's supposed to be somewhere else."
Dean came into the place then, after having parked the Impala. He casually glanced around, looking for anything that might be potential trouble, trusting that the shades he still wore would make the action a bit less obvious. Not spotting anything obvious, he pulled off his sunglasses as he sauntered over to join Michael and Isabel.
"Y'know you kinda look like you should have a giant SKULKER sign flashing above your heads," he told them.
Michael shrugged.
"They know me here. Nobody's gonna bother me."
If it just stayed quiet skulking, that was.
"Still, no use drawing extra attention if we don't have to. Because god knows there's enough times when we have to." He nodded towards Michael's glasses. "Less you turned into a vampire since the last time I saw you, or your name's suddenly Corey Hart, you might want to lose the shades indoors."
Michael, very clearly, didn't want to. But since it had come up - he couldn't hide it forever.
Reluctantly, he reached up and pulled off the glasses.
Dean frowned. "So is there a door we need to go beat up?"
"A door named Hank," Isabel muttered. "Bastard."
Michael shot her a hard look.
"Rocks", he claimed. "In the desert. I fell, Hank's just freaking out about medical bills. You know what he's like with money."
"Ah, I see," she said, flashing Dean a look of if you believe that, I've got swampland to sell you. "Well you're coming back to Fandom with us. So Hank can just get over himself." And have another drink.
"Yeah. No rocks or doors are going to get at you when we're around," Dean assured Michael.
That got him a look in turn.
"I wanted a ride back, that's all. I don't need a protection detail."
"Tough," Dean said bluntly. "You got one anyway."
Isabel nodded, "I told you, it's not just because you're my brother. It's a Fandom thing. We look out for one another."
"Fine", he said flatly. "I brought the most important stuff" - a light kick to the duffle bag under the table by way of illustration - "but there's still some things back at the trailer."
"So we can swing by before we head back, no problem," Dean said lightly.
"Yeah, there's plenty of time till we have to catch the portal back," Isabel added. And if they were lucky, Hank wouldn't be around.
"Okay", Michael said, and stood up stiffly. "Let's go."
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC okay. Pre-played with izzyalienqueen and saltandammo]