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Apr. 6th, 2012


[info]jo_beth

Save Me a Seat for the End of the World (Dean, Mary)

It had been a few days since Jo had lost control of her mind again. Those in the driver's seat had used her body to spirit several people away. It was easy to use her trustworthy face to escort potential victims to their doom.

Everything was in place now for the ritual to open the gate. There was just one key component needed. The other sacrifice.

The blood of one ripped out of Heaven by demons and one rescued from Hell by angels would serve as perfect counterbalances to each other and would rip that gate wide open, unleashing Hell on the town of York and the world.

The cell phone that had been turned off for the last few days was now turned on. Jo's fingers dialed the number that would get exactly what they needed and waited for an answer.

Mar. 28th, 2012


[info]of_little_faith

just gone (open)

He'd tried for a long time to get Cas to show. But when the normal screaming and talking to himself didn't work, Dean didn't get the feeling it was because the angel was giving him the cold shoulder.

He thought it was because Cas was gone, too.

Dean tried to call Harry, bout something in that file Phaedra'd given him. He knew about how phones tended to up and fry around the wizard, but he still tried. Eventually, on the 65th try or so, Phaedra answered.

And she told him that Harry... Harry was gone. What was worse? She said she couldn't *feel* him anywhere. Creepy as it was, Dean knew she could hear people's thoughts. And that not feeling Harry meant he was pretty much gone. He didn't ask the vampire about the range of her ability. He wanted to, but something in her voice sounded wrong. He could handle her sounding hard, or scary, or even outright nice at this point.

She sounded broken.

He hung up and called Sam, left a message, and restrained himself from calling his brother 65 times, just barely.

Then he called Bobby. Bobby had no answers, hadn't even heard of anything new going on in York. But he'd look into it.

He was headed back to the Phoenix when he left Jo a message, and with a dull thud in his stomach, Dean realized that he hadn't seen Ellen in a while, either. He knocked on her door, and when there was no answer, he picked the lock. Her stuff was all still there. The bed was unmade. She wasn't there. Looked like she'd been there, recently. He looked around the room, not touching anything, then closed and locked the door.

He couldn't handle this. Harry was gone, and Ellen? What the hell?

He made a second, half-hysterical call to Bobby before ducking into the motel office to talk to somebody about where the pretty blond who was staying in that room might've gone to.

God help the clerk.

Feb. 3rd, 2012


[info]jo_beth

Vampire Hunting (Faith)

There was a nest of vampires on the outskirts of town. Jo knew this because people had started to go missing. Some of them turned up, drained of blood. That, and there were a lot of nasty rumors flying around.

She wanted to find Ellen. Wanted to talk to her, but she was still working up the nerve to do so. How did you say to someone "Hey, I just found out that I'm your Mom."

For that matter, what did you say to someone when in that situation?

So, hunting vampires. Great distraction. Jo had already gotten some dead man's blood from the funeral home. The syringes were capped and in her pocket ready to go. She also had a rifle and her silver knife. Neither would do a whole lot of good beyond slowing them down, but they were both sort of her security blanket.

Armed and ready for a fight, she slipped up to the warehouse where she suspected the vampires were hiding out and keeping their victims.

Feb. 2nd, 2012


[info]of_little_faith

aftermath (Molly)

Dean was really touched by what Jo did for his birthday. He'd been carrying the knife in place of the smaller one he usually had on him, and he kept smiling whenever he looked at it. He was lucky, and he knew it. Whatever reason there was for it, he was a lucky bastard. God, demons, the Devil and everything in between.

And pie. She'd given him pie. Dean loved everything when there was pie.

For now, though, he wanted answers about what had happened. That dream. Dreams. Whatever. And he figured Harry had 'em. Dean was out the door and intending to hit Dresden's just as soon as he had some caffeine in him. He stopped for a cup of coffee at the Dunkin' Donuts on the main drag, then sat down with it, breathing in the dough smell and debating Boston creme goodness.

Jan. 19th, 2012


[info]of_little_faith

It worked (Jo)

After getting Ellen back to where she needed to be, Dean headed back to the room.

He couldn't tell anyone, Ellen said. Couldn't tell anyone who she was. Not the people who mattered, at least. Not Sam. Not Bobby.

Not Jo.

Ellen was his kid. His and Jo's, and he couldn't tell Jo.

It was already eating him. So naturally, the answer was to shut down, and drink. It was the Winchester way, made popular by John, the tradition carried on proudly by Dean, over and over. And over.

Jo hadn't been awake. And Dean'd got up in the morning and out the door without talking to her.

Tonight, he shut the door to the motel room and put a new, unopened bottle of whiskey on the table. He had another one in his hand that was already open. Only the liquor in the neck had been drunk, however. Dean never drove when he was drunk, and he'd had to get back. He'd headed home by way of the West York liquor store.

He'd been out all day, thinking about things. About everything that was at risk. His life, Jo's life. Ellen's life. Mary's life. Sam's probably, too. What else? The town? It had to be something huge.

He hadn't tried to get Cas just yet. He was too mad.

Dean was hoping that Jo wasn't going to be here until he passed out. He was really hoping. Because he couldn't tell her. What would she think? That Ellen was a girl he was interested in? If he didn't say anything, she might. He wasn't going to not help Ellen or not spend time with her.

And Cas had SUCH a tongue lashing coming.

When the bathroom door opened, Dean shut his eyes, opened the bottle, and took a drink.

Jan. 2nd, 2012


[info]saerian

trouble with dreams is they don't come true (open to all)

Saerian sat in Jack's apartment, eyes shut, hands moving as though he were directing an orchestra. He was dressed in a nice three-piece suit, once Jack's favorite. His shoes were immaculately shined, his eyes shone in the dark.

A cigarette dangled between his lips, and while he paced, Saerian used his mind to find the people of York that were sleeping. At this hour, it was really most of them. It was shortly before dawn, a time when vampires were settling down to sleep and humans would still be asleep at least another hour.

He could do a lot of damage in that hour. And he intended to.

Jan. 1st, 2012


[info]gun_that_won

rule no 7 says don't touch the women.... (open)

(ooc: this thread happens concurrently with this one, in the same bar. Feel free to have your pup hop from one to the other, if you so wish. :D)

Ellen was suffering a little cash flow crisis of her own. She'd had to try and remember everything Dean had told her about him and Sam getting by, way before she was born. Things were a little different in her time; the plus side was that it was a hell of a lot easier here. And the one thing that never changed was greed. A low cut top, low slung jeans, and a flick of her blonde hair, and men were lining up to play pool with her.

She might not play her daddy's way, but she'd walk out richer all the same. Right now she was up a hundred dollars, and close to calling it a night. Maybe after one more game...Scooping up her winnings, she challenged the losers to one more game.

"Give you a chance to win back your money, boys?" She smiled flirtatiously, chalking the end of her cue and blowing off the excess, lips pursed. Crude, but it did the trick. They were practically salivating.

Dec. 26th, 2011


[info]jo_beth

The Space Between (Dean)

Backdated to the day after this

Jo hadn't been in the mood for talking all that much on the night Cas had brought her back to the motel. She'd gotten her tattoo and then passed out after making sure her ankle was wrapped well enough to avoid infection. The nightmares were back, just like always. If anything, they were worse than usual, as if making up for the month she'd missed.

She woke up to a few twinges of pain in her ankle from the healing tattoo, a migraine from a restless night, and just as many questions that were a lot harder to avoid by the light of day.

She was also pretty sure she needed to talk to Dean. If only to find out what she'd missed over the last month, but also because they hadn't properly talked about anything since before that soulgaze. Things had been awkward since then, though she supposed they were both just dealing with what they'd seen. She didn't know exactly how much that might change things between the two of them, or how much things might change in the aftermath of whatever had taken control of her over the past month.

Dec. 15th, 2011


[info]of_little_faith

panic switch (dean, harry, cas, jo--cont'd in comments)

It'd been over a month.

At first, Dean figured she just needed a little bit of space. It wasn't like being Molly was stress-free, or like the walking dead taking over the town on Halloween night was a barrel of laughs. And then Sam came back. Dean forgot to worry, he was so glad. But once that settled down, Dean tried to track her. He tried checking the GPS in her phone, and looking for her via credit card receipts, and checking motels in an area in York and around.

Jo didn't want to be found.

Cas seemed busy again, too.

So Dean went to Harry.

It was just before noon when he knocked on the door to Harry's house. He didn't want to deal with Phaedra, even if she might be able to help. He was pretty sure her boyfriend was a little bit of a tall glass of crazy, and right now, all he could think about was getting answers about Jo. Maybe she'd checked in with Harry. But if not, he WAS the wizard.

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Dec. 3rd, 2011


[info]of_little_faith

mysterious ways (cas)

It was hard for him to leave Sam be for a little while, but Dean did it. Jo wasn't here to tell that his brother was back, Phaedra and Harry already knew...

Bobby. He needed to tell Bobby.

Walking out of the motel, Dean started dialing his phone. Bobby picked it up on the third ring, and there was a sound of clattering.

"Hell," Bobby said, gruffly. "Yeah?"

Dean would've asked, under normal circumstances, if Bobby was starting his Saturday drinking early today. It'd sounded like bottles. Bobby was a functioning drunk just like Dean was. But this wasn't a normal circumstance.

"Bobby I gotta tell you something," Dean said.

"Yeah. I figured. Traditionally, that's why people make phone calls."

Dean stopped walking and dropped his head. Of course Bobby figured that he was calling for something less important. Not that the situation in York wasn't important, but this was Sam. Bobby considered them both family. Family was always more important.

"Bobby, Sam's here. Sam's back."

There was silence on the other end of the phone line. Dean was pretty sure he could hear Bobby swallow. He'd probably knocked back a drink. "How? He okay? You sure it's really him? He didn't bring Lucifer back, too?"

"It's him," Dean said. "Not really sure about the rest."

"Dean, that kid spent a YEAR in a cage with Lucifer and Michael. Even without the Hell part, he's not firing on all cylinders. I wouldn't wanna spend a year with you two ijits in the panic room if you were at each other's throats. And your bastard level is much lower than those guys."

"Cute."

"I'm serious, Dean. You add Hell over top of that, and not just garden-variety sinner Hell but Satan's punishment Hell?"

He stopped and leaned on the Impala, in the parking lot now. He was nodding. "I know." It made his blood cold to think about Sam in that situation. It hurt him that he hadn't been able to get Sam out himself.

"What about Adam?" Bobby asked. "Was it a two-fer?"

"No. No Adam. I don't know if that's good or bad."

"Yeah, neither do I. Look, Dean, I got a... the local sheriff's been callin' me about a buncha weird shit and I'm supposed to go meet her in a few minutes. You see how Sam's REALLY doing, and you call me back."

"Okay."

"And you make him call me, too," Bobby said. "I've seen both of you jerks come back from the dead twice now. I know a thing or two about how you behave."

Dean smirked and hung up, and stopped looking at his boots and the asphalt near the drivers' side of the Impala, intending to open her up and get in.

When he raised his eyes, though, there was someone standing there. It took Dean a second to process that the man in the trench coat was really there, and not just some kind of hallucination.

His demeanor changed entirely, eyebrows drawing together, jaw setting.

"You're fucking kidding me, right?"

Nov. 28th, 2011


[info]tooprecious

It takes two men to make one brother (Dean)

Sam hadn't shaved since his arrival in York, and his hair hadn't been cut in who knows how long, but he wasn't about to get gussied up just to meet his brother. Dean could take it or leave it. 

Yeah, Sam wanted to see him, on the one hand. But on the other, he was still a little anxious, because he knew that Dean would probably give himself an ulcer if--and when--he found out that his kid brother was back, even if Sam didn't tell him how much of his memory was still intact from his time down below. Dean had been there. Dean had tried to hide it. And if Sam knew his brother, Dean was probably still drinking himself to sleep.

But sometimes it was better to rip off the band-aid (or the duct tape) and get it over with.

Nov. 26th, 2011


[info]of_little_faith

whiskey in mind (lindsey, phaedra)

Dean was happy that everything was mostly back to normal. Jo was in her own body. And not frying electronics. He wasn't scratched anymore and craving human flesh. And most importantly, he did not spontaneously fly into the air without warning.

The fair had been fucking draining. Dean could live the rest of his life happy without a clusterfuck like that ever happening again. Evil was fine, demons were fine... but shit like that was not.

He shook his head and downed his drink, getting up from his spot at the bar and getting ready to go back to the Phoenix and get back to it. The door opened as he paid his tab, and the guy that walked in looked like someone Dean should know. He was familiar, somehow. He didn't know why. But the air he had about him was a strong one that said "not to be fucked with."

So, because it'd been that kind of week, Dean decided to fuck with him.

He waited until the guy was inside and seated at the bar before he started to talk. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

Nov. 7th, 2011


[info]of_little_faith

And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver (open to ALL-- final maze thread)

Dean stood at the edge of the maze, mag light in one hand and a bag full of everything but the kitchen sink on his shoulder. He had two hidden guns, a concealed knife, a jacket pocket full of extra salt rounds, a lighter, accelerant, a vial of holy water...and the Zippo lighter the man in the tent had given him. He wasn't going to think too hard about that one.

He'd been hearing accounts of people seeing Freddy Kruger chasing people around the fair grounds. He'd heard more than one person say that Freddy'd gone after one guy, just one guy. And that description sounded a lot like the demon that went after Jo.

Dean figured there was a good chance the answers about this fair were inside this maze. And he wasn't really looking forward to going in.

"Y'know, Cas," Dean whispered. "Now would be a good time for you to stop sucking so hard." He sighed, and started into the maze. "Yippee kay-ay, motherfuckers."

Oct. 27th, 2011


[info]jo_beth

There really isn't a punchline. (Dean, Jo!Molly, Bill and Harry)

Could things get any worse for Molly? Well, most probably and has been, but this was getting right up there in the top five moments Molly would really like to not have lived through. And honestly? She wasn't sure what was more irritating: being in Jo's body and Jo being in hers or spending yet another moment in a moving car with Bill. It did accomplish one thing. His ability to annoy her managed to make her forget he was a vampire for a little while.

"You don't have to come in," Molly offered in sarcastic sing song. "I know how intimidated you are by magic in general and wizards in specific so thanks for the ride and bye now!" She started towards Harry's front door, pointedly leaving the Twinkie in the car, and not looking back while having the internal mantra in her head of please don't be following me please don't be following me.

Oct. 24th, 2011


[info]ragged_lady

All kinds of wrong (Dean)

Nothing about this situation was okay. The body swap might have taken care of the random flying, but Jo would gladly take that problem back if she could just have her body back. And she'd already lost count of the number of times she'd bumped her head ducking under things and not ducking quite enough. Damn but Molly was tall.

By the time Jo had made it back to the Phoenix, her cell phone was completely fried and she'd most likely set at least one trash can on fire. She hadn't stuck around to check because the damn magic was bubbling out of her every time she got upset.

Which was pretty much a constant right now. She felt wrong and all she really wanted to do was go back to the room, take a shower, and go to sleep with the hopes that she'd wake up and this would all just be a nightmare.

She slipped the key card into the room door and let herself in, hoping that Dean was already here. She really needed to not be alone with this mess right now.

Oct. 12th, 2011

[info]red_sky_npcs

What you need (open)

The man with the pipe had his tent set up sort of off of the main drag, away from the noise and the rides. It was at the edge of the fair, near trees, and it was hung with white Christmas lights.

The tent had a sign that read CURIOSITIES, and nothing more. There was an arrow pointing to the tent flap, and an ornate tassel with which to pull back the flap and see inside.

Inside, the man with the pipe waited, seated in an armchair that appeared rather out of place, reading a book. There were tables inside the tent, and glass cases. Items were on the tables, sitting on displays and inside the cases, lit from beneath. A generator hummed next to the tent.

The man with the pipe waited.

[info]of_little_faith

Date night (Jo)

It occurred to Dean some time in the last week or so that two things were a little bit off.

One, he hadn't really gotten to talk to Jo very much. She'd been working, and he'd been researching and hunting, and given the amount of time both of those things took up for both of them, he had no idea what was going on with her.

Two, he hadn't taken Jo on a date. He wasn't sure what they were, necessarily. But it did involve them sleeping in the same bed and kissing. Even as much of a womanizer as he'd been in the past, there'd usually been a date involved. Something.

On his way back to the Phoenix, Dean saw a flier for the State Fair. He'd never been physically able to turn down an Oktoberfest. Beer Gardens. Mmmm. And big fuck off pretzels the size of your whole head. He was happy to see the information, until he remembered where they were and how badly this was gonna go.

When he got back, he had a flier for the fair in his hand. And when he opened the door and saw Jo there, he smiled and held it up.

"So," he said, "how do you feel about going on a date?"

[info]gun_that_won

Open

There was a very long list of things that pissed El off. Pretty high on that list - and sadly a regular annoyance - was being woken up. She was a light sleeper by neccessity, used to grabbing catnaps. Her parent's house was one of the few places that she felt able to relax, to let herself sleep solidly. Of course, that still involved salt across the threshold and windows, a bowie knife under her pillow, and an almost obsessive re-checking of the sigils carved into doorframes and walls. Vigilance was a hunter's friend. Especially if that hunter had the history her family did.

But that done, she should have been able to relax. Should have been able to fall asleep, listening to her sister walking about next door, chatting on the phone. Her parents across the hall, quiet murmur of voices as they swapped places in the bathroom. Something kept her alert, kept her from sleeping soundly. A sixth sense, maybe. A knowledge that everything wasn't as it should be.

She didn't know what it was that actually woke her; didn't know what made her pull on pants, shove unlaced boots on her feet. Slender fingers wrapped around the Bowie knife, Ellen in two minds whether to go for a gun or her bag. It was bright; too bright for what couldn't be much later than 2am. Too bright, and as her eyes adjusted, not her room.

"What the-" Practically snarling, Ellen yanked open the drapes, only slightly reassured by the unbroken line of salt on her windowsill. She was in a motel. A sleazy motel somewhere that really wasn't Mom and Dad's place. Looking up at the ceiling, she arched an eyebrow. Great. Looked like the winged dicks weren't done fucking with her family. Either that, or she'd gotten really drunk the night before...and the lack of hangover or drymouth suggested it wasn't the latter.

Ten minutes later, and El was walking out the motel, bag slung over her shoulder. She'd been more than relieved to find all her belongings in the room, half-unpacked duffel lying at the foot of the bed. When she got out to the parking lot, however, there was one thing missing.

"...Son of a bitch." Furious now, she flung her bag to the ground, kicking the rear spoiler of the nearest car. Her goddamn car wasn't there. Looking around, she noticed something even wierder. A car she knew for a fact was nothing more than scrap sat pride of place near the front entrance, shining in the morning sunlight. Bag forgotten, she walked over, running her hand slowly across the roof of the car. She really was a thing of beauty.

Oct. 6th, 2011


[info]ragged_lady

Fancy meeting you here (Dean)

Molly has some 'splainin' to do. Doing research with a vampire with throwing only one punch had gone a long way to getting her nerve back after being attacked in the woods with Harry. Living with Murphy and having three squares a day didn't hurt either. It was about time she set something she messed up straight.

It meant haunting outside her most recently evacuated motel, waiting to catch Dean either coming or going. She wasn't unarmed. She wasn't that stupid, but she made certain what she had on her was within view. 45mm pistol tucked into her belt where it usually wasn't. Hunting knife clipped to her belt at her hip. She felt it would be kind of stupid to show off the chalk.

She finally spotted him and stepped out of the shadows, swallowing down the sudden case of nerves, then raised her voice forcing it to be solid. "Hey."

Oct. 4th, 2011

[info]ancientdeath

Check the Card Catalogue (Dean)

Godric had always loved libraries.

There was something about the timelessness of books, an antiquated comfort for intellectuals and weary hearts the world round. He recognized, of course, the absurdity in this false nostalgia. Most of the books in any of the libraries he had visited were centuries younger than the vampire himself. Indeed, even the stacks of Alexandria seemed like fresh print in comparison to the young-faced ancient.

Yet, despite this, there was something calming about libraries that Godric had always appreciated.

After several fruitless searches for Harry, Godric had made his way to York's meager public library to consider the information at hand. The body carving he found on Giles was certainly prophetic, the old script it was written in suggested as such. However, it was no prophesy with which he was familiar. Furthermore, after contacting the Authority, most of the ruling vampiric bodies were drawing a similar blank.

He supposed he could reach out to some of the other vampire elders that had come to town and seek their counsel, but he was yet uncertain if that would be a wise decision. Although they had yet to run into each other since arriving in the sleepy Pennsylvania village, he had heard through his sources that several of Akasha's line were also present. While they shared the rare trait of his immense age, Godric was always reticent to mingle with the other vampire lines until he was clear of their intent.

Wandering the aisles, Godric casually traced a finger along the spines of the dusty tomes, feeling a kinship with those forgotten amongst the rows.

Emerging into an island of study tables, Godric was about to loop back into the books when he happened to glance a page over the shoulder of a young man, vehemently pouring over the text.

Godric raised an eyebrow in curiousity.

Wizard lore.

It seemed more than a coincidence. Godric decided to take a chance.

"I couldn't help but notice you're looking up wizards. Personally, the Half Blood Prince is a better read. What a delightful woman."

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