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[open] faces look ugly when you're alone.

Nov 10, 2010 19:24

Who: Dean, OTA. (Multiple threads/thread jacking very encouraged!!)
What: Arrival. Dean's making his way to the boarding house.
Where: Town Square
When:Day 42. Late afternoon/early evening.

( Streets are uneven when you're down. )

castiel, [log]:, dean winchester, {sam winchester}, [day 42], martha jones

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hey_assbutt November 11 2010, 08:09:26 UTC

Cas hadn't exactly been the most...social being in the world.

The angel (former or not depending on the definition one was taking when it came to being an angel) hadn't done anything or gone anywhere. Not unlike the people he'd initially made 'friends' with. It wasn't that he was deeply affected by Dean or Sam's disappearance. But when Buffy's tape had burnt there was a deeper hole there that he honestly didn't know how to deal with. The angel accepted it, however, and just sort of hoped that it meant that she was back home. Where she belonged. All the while he was stuck right where he was, trying to take care of himself since he honestly didn't have any personal connections with the individuals in Peaksville. Nor did he wish to have any.

It wasn't that he didn't think that it was necessarily bad. He was sure there were a lot of things to benefit the people there. A lot of good people who were stuck along with him. He just knew, eventually, the inevitable would occur. People died. People left. There was no changing that ( ... )

possemagnet November 11 2010, 08:18:41 UTC

It was about now that Dean wished he had his gun or something on him like a pocket knife. The town wasn’t lit too well and he could barely make out the silhouette of his friend against the brick wall that kept up the pub. If he were a more untrusting man he would have stood his ground but the tone was a dead give away. It was Cas and obviously not at his very best.

“The hell?” Dean let his feet carry him to the angel’s side and he just bit back all of his confusion and replaced it with an irritated sense of caustic sarcasm. “Cas? What happened to you? What’s goin’ on?”

He knew that he’d left a Cas behind on the barge, but this couldn’t be the same Cas could it. “Is Sam okay? Is he still on the ship?”

Dean reached out a hand to grip his friends lapel and help support him. He knew the angel was fucking useless when he was drunk anyway.

hey_assbutt November 11 2010, 08:51:37 UTC

His head tilted to the side with a confused expression on his face when Dean approached him. He didn't exactly know what to say when Dean seemed to have...no recollection of what was going on. Especially since he was mentioning a ship. Castiel had no memory of some ship. The only place he had been was here. The only place he wanted to be was...well, not there. He didn't even want to go home. He wanted to go to Buffy's world. He wanted to do something. In Peaksville, he was utterly useless and in the world he came from there was nothing he really needed there. Dean had a pride, Dean was fully capable of taking care of himself and as much as Castiel was sure that Buffy was as well ( ... )

possemagnet November 11 2010, 09:07:05 UTC

“The fuck’re you talkin’ about?” Dean retorted but guessed that it wasn’t worth his time. The barge worked differently too. People came back and forth from it all the damn time. “Sonuvabitch- never mind.”

Dean needed a place to crash and based on what Mr. West had set he needed to get to the boarding house and quick because they locked it up around here and while he didn’t mind crashing outside of the place he figured Cas’s dainty ass would need the extra padding. “So, I get that we’re in Peaksville,” Dean said readjusting his hold on Castiel’s coat so that he could support his weight, “But where the fuck IS it?” He’d never seen this place on any map HE’D utilized.

Dean knew he was talking to air but it made him feel better saying everything out loud. The chances of Cas actually jumping up and catching a clue right now where slim to none but covering his ground could only help him in the future.

imnot_likeyou November 11 2010, 22:28:16 UTC

Sam was still trying to get a handle on Peaksville. He doesn't like it. Walking around got him nowhere but turned around in circles and the people that actually lived there? No help. He was starting to think that Yellow Eyes might have just started this to screw with him. He won -- technically. Jake wasn't dead, but maybe the demon was just trying to push Sam so that he'd remedy that situation. Sam wasn't exactly planning on it. Enough people had died already, he wasn't going to add one more to the pile just to prove who's dick was bigger.

Right now, though, he's sitting on the porch of the boarding house, with the journal, reading through it and trying to see if there were any clues he was missing. Normally he was all over the research and could find something that someone missed, but this just kept turning him around in circles. He didn't like it ( ... )

possemagnet November 12 2010, 13:35:57 UTC

When Dean lifted his head and saw Sam it was accompanied by the earth shaking beneath his feet, and he knew no one else felt that but him. He wasn't sure if his legs had finally felt the weight of Cas across his shoulders or if it really was shell shock about how everything ended but he had to stop for a second before continuing with Cas in tote, and the closer he got- the more he started to notice the little differences in Sam that let him know that he still had a lot of living to do before he ended up in the place that he last saw him.

When Dean finally reached the porch of boarding house he moved to sling Cas off of his shoulder and gently roll him down across the wood that Sam had been sitting on. He wasn't really sure where Cas kept all the alcohol he was drinking. He must be a camel, or something, for it not to hurt him- but he dusted his hands off on his jeans and stole a glance at his new living arrangements before throwing back a, "Yeah?" At his brother.

hey_assbutt November 12 2010, 19:23:54 UTC

Castiel wasn't a horrible drunk. He was just a drunk.

The rearrival of the hunter wasn't without it's hope. Not in the fact that they were back, but the fact that they were back. Meaning the burning of the tapes didn't exactly kill them, they could just return from their homes. Something that made him sober up quick to the fact that Buffy had the possibility of returning. He just wasn't sobering enough for himself as hung over the hunter's shoulders, allowing himself to just stay there without trying to struggle out of his grip. He still trusted him as much as he did before. He just missed the person he cared about ( ... )

imnot_likeyou November 12 2010, 23:20:48 UTC

Sam blinked at the fact that the drunk guy knew his name. If he hadn't met Erik this morning, he might have had a bit of a stronger reaction, but at the moment, he was just happy to see his brother and trying to process all the weird at once.

"So ... you found a crazy person who said that you were here before too?"

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thegooddrjones November 14 2010, 00:53:25 UTC

Martha had been flying. The flying was probably one of the most amazing things she'd done since she'd stood on the moon and had her face bathed in earthlight. The soft wings of the owl cut through the air silently, the feathers pulling easily through the day sky. A rational bit of her knew that it was probably a completely stupid idea that she be wandering about as an owl in the day, but considering how few (i.e. none) animals there were in Peaksville, anything would be conspicuous ( ... )

possemagnet November 14 2010, 01:04:27 UTC

Dean didn't really care for wild life. It was one of his weak points. After the whole hell hounds bit, he wasn't one for dogs and he'd kept a cat for a while back on the barge but his bond with the creature had been a big damn secret. He hoped that Castiel had taken care of her. The one back there, anyway.

Even his lack of whimsy for animals couldn't prepare him for Martha actually being one. When the owl landed in front of him he figured it'd found a mouse and paid it no mind but the whole shape shifting thing caught him off guard and he found himself standing there slack jawed as it happened- wishing he had one of his guns on him.

Then it was Martha, a very NAKED one, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't try to spare a glance before rushing to her side and pulling off his jacket.

"Dude! Martha? The hell?" Obviously she knew him- or he hoped that she did, a friendly face wouldn't hurt. "You okay?" A fuckin' owl? Really? He finished in his head, but he was sure that flying must have been fun- even as a bird of prey, and the night ( ... )

thegooddrjones November 14 2010, 10:36:06 UTC

Martha had spent the morning interacting naked with a pair of Jim Kirks; she wasn't bothered in the slightest by the fact that he had given her a body a glance. She knew that she was reasonably attractive, and she was completely naked, so she didn't that he looked. When he did look, however, he probably got a glance at her scars. There was a wide laser burn on her right side, five parallel lines going from the side of her stomach across to her back, and other ones on her back, because no one came through an apocalypse unscarred, even if it didn't actually happen ( ... )

possemagnet November 14 2010, 10:48:08 UTC

If Dean noticed her scarring while making an effort to help her into the jacket he didn’t say anything. His body had been through hell and back, literally, and he’d been through an apocalypse too. He had scars that were still intact despite angels and despite the barge. One on his shoulder in the shape of Castiel’s hand, an angry red burn, would be something that he always carried with him. He’d been stitched up and torn at the seams more than he could even count. So, the scarring meant nothing. He still thought she was hot and it was for more than just that body. He’d known her for a year, he couldn’t itemize her like he wanted to- if he wanted to ( ... )

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