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[notamachine]

Characters: Dean Winchester and YOU!
Date: Feb. 12
Location: Throughout the Water sector.
Situation: Dean is on a turtle. This is not, actually, the weirdest thing to happen to him.
Warnings/Rating: Dean's potty-mouth. :(



[He's taken a few days to adjust and a few things are apparent. First, this is definitely not a dream. It was a possibility he briefly entertained, but everything really does appear to be just as real as he was told it is. Two, he has a serious shortage of spellwork ingredients. The only finger bones he has are the ones in the hexbag that came with him and he has no idea where in god's name he's supposed to find raw opium on a giant turtle, which means he has no way of working a spell to try and contact anyone on the other side.

On the upside, nothing has tried to kill him (yet. Iorvath, we're looking at you.), which is a definite advantage over ...pretty much anywhere else he's ever been in his life, Heaven included. So there's that.

So okay, Dean's come to the conclusion that he may be stuck here for the long haul and he might not be able to get the same kinds of supplies Bobby used to have lying around, but he can at least build up a minor arsenal. Step one: salt. This proves more difficult than it sounds because buying anything involves dealing with kedan and it's apparent to anyone that they make him incredibly uncomfortable. He might not be openly antagonistic toward them at the moment, but it's obvious he's not a fan, either. No, he looks at them the same way someone might look at dog crap smeared on a shoe. Gross.

It's cool. He's still managing to successfully get the things he needs--or at least, some weird approximations of them that he's pretty sure might work--and he meanders his way from shop to shop with a slowly growing number of items in his hands.]

Comments

no worries! really <33

[imaginate]

Don't stop them and the next thing you know they'll be opening fine dining restaurants downtown. [To put it mildly. He can play along with the jokes, not!bro.

He's also catching those expressions - he's getting used to Dean now; he'll ask when the time is right.] You could say that. [He holds up his right hand: he's wearing a green ring that has an insignia in the shape of a stylised lantern.] We use these.

[notamachine]

[Alas, the time is rarely right with Dean. Better to just ask and weather the inevitable implosion of emotions.

...Poor everyone who has to deal with Dean and his emotions ever. Sorry, Kyle.]

You use a ring? Seriously?

[Dean has exactly no room to talk, considering he's spent his day gathering things like chicken feathers and salt. A ring is not the weirdest crime fighting tool out there.]

[imaginate]

How exactly is it more lame than salt? [He doesn't mean it, for all he knows Dean makes it super-powerful magic salt...]

[notamachine]

My salt don't look like I pulled it out of a Wheaties box as a prize, for one thing. [Dean grins. It's okay, Kyle, he's just being a big-brother-shaped jerk. He can't help it.]

[imaginate]

[He's used to it; this time he falls back into the banter with complete joy, and the comfort of familiarity.] I'll take this over the miniature submarines, thanks.

[notamachine]

Miniature submarines. [Kyle what. That is the most ridiculous thing Dean has ever heard and he's heard a lot of ridiculous things in his time. He got trapped in a TV show once!] You fight space monsters with tiny submarines? Tell me the things are at least yellow.

[imaginate]

Green. [He meant the cereal prizes, but he isn't going to miss an opportunity to tease Dean.] Or you know, mix it up and use a classic Aston Martin.

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[Yes, good. That feels good and natural. Homey, even, but Dean isn't going to think about that. He's good at compartmentalizing.] Beautiful car, but it'll never get you from point a to point b the way a Chevy can. [BIASED]

[imaginate]

[Oho? That sounds like a proud owner.] Which model?

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[Not just a proud owner, a proud papa.] '67 Impala. Most beautiful chunk of metal on wheels I've ever seen in my life. [And now, a brief moment of silence, if you will, for the lovely car he left behind. Poor Baby. Dean will go back to you someday.]

What about you, huh? You got something like that you love, other than that cereal box ring of yours? [He'd point and laugh, but, y'know. Bags of creepy witchcraft makings in his hands here.]

[imaginate]

[Dean, ask nicely and he'll make a construct of one. It's not the same thing, but a ride's a ride.] Nah. I'm usually on the move, large material possessions aren't really a good idea.

[There was his mother's painting, but it wasn't here and there was no use pining over it.]

[notamachine]

[That would be so amazingly tempting if Dean was aware Kyle could do that. Fortunately for Dean's self-control, he is unaware that Kyle can do that.

Besides, what Kyle just said pinged more of Dean's big-brother tendencies.]

I know that feeling. You grow up an army brat or is the on the move thing new to you?

[imaginate]

[A brief cold expression crosses his face at army brat. His father is not something he enjoys talking about, even if he's trying to forgive, or trying to accept that they have similarities.

It occurs to Kyle that he's the guy with daddy issues and this is somewhat funny.] After I got the job, but I've been doing it long enough to adjust. You?

[notamachine]

[There's another expression Dean knows all too well, except this time it isn't one he's seen on his little brother's face, it's the one he sees in the mirror every morning before he gets his game face on. Dean shifts his weight casually and readjusts the packages under his arms.

Kyle's not the only one with daddy issues.] Same situation. Funny how that happens, right? Sometimes it almost feels like my whole life's been in a warzone. [Dean, that's because it has been.]

[imaginate]

It really does, but [he looks nostalgic, a little hurt, but cheerful. No one else got it the way Dean was getting it, so he ventures boldly-] I wouldn't trade for anything else.

[notamachine]

[Dean's returning smile is definitely nostalgic. For all the no good, horrible, downright shitty times he's had and horrific things he's experienced...yeah.] Feels good, doesn't it? Knowing you can help people. Do some good.

[imaginate]

And be with family. [Kyle's smile is now wide. He's found a kindred spirit, something he was sorely lacking so far.]

[notamachine]

A family bigger than you ever thought it was, too. 'Cause family don't end in blood. [Yeah, Bobby was a smart pseudo-father. Shame it's taken Dean this long to really take the wisdom to heart.]

[imaginate]

I keep telling people that! [And he's beginning to think of Dean as his brother, too...]

[notamachine]

[That makes two of them. Dean doesn't usually adopt siblings this quickly, but Kyle seems to be a special case. A very special case. Next thing you know, Dean will be teaching him spellcraft.

But first--]

So you've been here a while, right? Got a pretty decent idea of who to pay attention to, who to avoid and all that? Ever see anything unusual?

[...Of course Kyle has seen unusual things, Dean, just look around you. Stupid habitual lines of questions.]

[imaginate]

[He nods.] Define "unusual".

[notamachine]

[...] ...Right. Unusual like...smelling sulfur when someone walks by or black goo in places where there shouldn't be black good.

[imaginate]

Nothing like that yet. [Not 'no'.] Sulphur... for demons, right? I think we're going to have to compare notes when we have more time, the demons and angels I'm used to are probably really different. [Beat.] You should also regularly sweep your place for cameras and listening devices. I can check for you with the ring, if you want.

[notamachine]

Comparing notes is good. Angels we've got are probably a helluva lot different than yours. Demons...well, demons are demons. How different can they be, right? [He nods toward the ring.] How's that thing work, anyway? Can you pick up things other than cameras and shit?

[imaginate]

Well - where I come from not all demons are bad, so we usually wait fifteen minutes before shooting. [Although he was vaguely terrified of the demon Etrigan when they first met.] You're used to magic, right? It's a wishing ring. It does almost anything I will it to.

[He's careful about mentioning that the magic on Keeliai was messing with his ring, but he will explain if Dean asks.]