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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

[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.]

[notamachine]

[Dean tries to think of any demons he knows that aren't bad and...nope. Even the marginally less bad ones are still bad.

Also, the news that that's a wishing ring is maybe not the best news he's ever heard.]

Wishing ring. Y'know, where I come from, wishes have a bad habit of backfiring on people. [People like Dean, who should not have tested that wishing curse to see if it worked, because it did work, but the catch damn near killed him.]

[imaginate]

It's not an accurate description, but people from worlds with magic seem to understand that one better.

[notamachine]

Fair enough, but I'm from one with magic, so how about you give me the whole version instead of the Cliff's Notes? [Whoops, sounded more confrontational than he meant to. Sorry, Kyle, he just wants to make sure your alien wishing ring isn't gonna start doing you damage out of the blue.]

[imaginate]

[Kyle quickly explains the ring; adding-] Nobody but the person it belongs to can use it [unless authorised] - but you know how well that works when we try to explain nicely. [He smiles at Dean, like he knows why he was asked.] It's a tool, like a gun, or a knife. It's only dangerous if you don't know how to use it properly.

[Don't worry.]

[notamachine]

[Dean whistles. That is some complex and fascinating stuff.] Point noted. Treat it with respect. Got it. You'll have to show me how it works some time.

[imaginate]

[He laughs.] You could probably use it better than a lot of people I know.