for dark_desert_hwy

[semper_fi_house]

RP for rubicks_complex

Takes place some time after John meets Alice and Dean Winchester.John was walking briskly along the first floor corridor of the hotel, glancing at the numbers on the doors as he passed them, counting down. Room #109, the Bellboy had said. He hadn't particularly wanted see or to talk to that man again, after that first week when John had

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[rubicks_complex]

House had been watching a movie on TV. Somewhere around the first half hour of it, he fell asleep. He roused from sleep with a jerk, finding himself curled up on his side and snuggled in against his pillow. Disoriented, he blinked a few times, confused about what woke him and how long he'd been asleep for and when he rolled slowly onto his back he realised he had a thin line of drool running down his chin

[semper_fi_house]

John's lips quirked into a small half-smile as the door opened. He wasn't happy with Greg at the moment, but he could put that aside for a moment to say hello, first off.

"Greg," he said, still smiling slightly. He gave his son a quick once-over, taking in the disheveled state of his clothes and hair and the groggy look on his face. The smile faded momentarily as he pressed his lips together in disapproval. He raised his eyebrows. "What, you just wake up or something, Greg? It's four in the afternoon!" He shook his head and moved past Greg into his room. "Just because we're stuck here in this place doesn't mean we can just let everything go to hell."

[rubicks_complex]

House watched his father push past him with a look of complete bewilderment. He was too shocked, stunned, too taken off guard to think of anything to say in response because surely this had to be a joke! Even when his dad had stopped in the room, House was still staring at him dumbly.

This had to be a nightmare. He was still in bed, fast asleep, and he was going to wake up at any moment and find this was just a bad dream. He turned his head away from his dad and squeezed his eyes shut a moment; when he opened them again, he was going to find himself in his bed and that would be that.

He blinked his eyes open again and glanced over his shoulder - and of course, his dad was still there. House half turned to face his father a little more, the dumbstruck look on his face slowly morphing into shock realisation.

"What are you doing here?" he asked guardedly, his hand still braced on the door handle and the door still open.

[semper_fi_house]

((OOC: Hey, just want to say, I didn't mean to nag you into tagging immediately. I just really wasn't sure if you knew it was your tag or had forgotten. I also thought, maybe you were waiting to finish the H/Cu thread, but since that seems to have wrapped up now... Shrug. I just thought maybe I should say something. But seriously, just tag back whenever you feel like it.))

John gave his son an impatient look.

"Same as you, I expect: being stuck." He shrugged grumpily. "Just happened to wander in here, and then found out I couldn't get out." He shook his head angrily, still feeling frustrated about that fact. Then he sighed and looked back up at Greg. "Got to talking to some of the other folks here and found out from them that you were here too. Found out some other things from them too," he added, frowning disapprovingly.

He gestured to the open door. "I know I didn't raise you in a barn -- why don't you shut that door?" Without waiting to see if Greg did as he asked, he continued into the room, seating himself in an armchair.