Demon In Reflection

[winchester_lost]

Even as a demon, Dean still has that habit of fudging the details when it comes to spellwork. It was bound to literally blow up in his face one day. So, when he finds himself in a lackluster motel room, instead of the errand he'd been doing for Crowley, he's annoyed, but not too surprised. It feels wrong in all those quiet, uncertain ways that

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[iustiviri]

It had been a rough and tumble kind of day, another 'supposed to be' routine salt and burn wound up being a 'let's throw Dean around and then toss him out of a two story window' kind of day. Luckily the homeowners had grandkids and the jumbo trampoline broke his fall, though it'd taken a few minutes to get off the damn thing so he could burn the old locket the ghost was attached too. After that, he treated himself to a good ol fashioned grease dinner, some beer and now he was enjoying a long hot shower

[winchester_lost]

Well, the demon hadn't been expecting this, either. Hunter. With his face. There were thoughts, feelings there that he couldn't quite order into any semblance of logic. Having a shoot out from a Western flick. Killing things, saving people... Guilt and betrayal and 'I'm sorry'. A trenchcoat, blue eyes. And then it was gone, elusive and hard to put together as ever.

He slipped out of the bed, head tilting to the side as he looked the hunter over, trying to figure it out. His gaze was a little bit less than kosher and just a little.. appreciative. So, alternate universe, check. Alternate... him, it looked like. At least he still looked good. He didn't have a clue on how to get back home, but, that was a whole 'nother problem.

"Well. This is weird. Never ran into myself before."

He chuckles slightly, edges closer, the way he moves vaguely predatory, smooth, and almost feline. He made a face and shrugged.

"I guess it doesn't just happen in bad TV movies."

[iustiviri]

Hearing his own voice coming back at him shook him from his stupor and slowly walking over to his duffel he grabbed his gun sitting on top of it and leveled it at his doppleganger. He didn't like the way it talked or the way it moved, too comfortable in his skin for his liking. What was it? Shifter? It had to be, there was no other explanation for it.

"Sadly, I can't say the same. Now who are you and what the hell do you want? Why do you look like me?" It was always unsettling when he saw something wearing his face like this. Though he had to admit, he had good taste.

[winchester_lost]

"Name's Dean Winchester. I uh, I think I might have gotten a bit sloppy with the ritual I was doing. Maybe using the drop-in-water-and-it-expands Dora the Explorer washcloth instead of a black velvet altarcloth was a bit much. Hunh."

He seemed rather unconcerned about the gun. He had one too, and it it came right down to it, well, he was a demon. Telekinesis did come in handy for dealing with over-zealous hunters. And so he stood there, an arched eyebrow as he looked at Dean, hands in his pockets.

"Can you not shoot me? He'll be pissed if I ruin this suit."