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Tweak says, "Shoes for Industry!"

Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-20 18:12:00

Entry tags:

castiel, day 1: reboot, dean winchester, mickey's diner, phoebe halliwell, remy lebeau, the doctor (nine)

Day One - 9:45am
Who: Remy LeBeau, Dean Winchester, Phoebe Halliwell, The [Ninth] Doctor, Castiel and OPEN!
What: Meeting at the diner.
When Day 1 - 9:45am
Where: Mickey's Diner
Rating: PG-13
Status: Active

It'd taken the pair almost half an hour to mosey their way from the gas station way the other end of the town to the diner that seemed to be somewhat central. Not because Remy hadn't been walking quickly. Oh no, he'd been doing his best to move along at a solid pace with those long strides and his pausing here and there to write in his journal-- but Dean had kept interrupting him, stepping in front of him, talking to him.. and the people who had been talking to him in the journal had slowed him down as well. What was this? Some plot to make them as late as possible to the diner, after he'd told everyone else to meet them there promptly? Conspiracy.

Still, the fifteen minute walk had taken them twice as long and that was alright with him, at least they were arriving there, right? A few more notes in his journal as they came closer to that diner, then he was drawing up to a stop, looking it over, tucking his journal back into the box that was settled under his arm (filled to the brim with cigarettes and gum, thank you very much) and turning to face Dean once again.

Rogue hadn't answered him.. did that mean she wasn't here any longer? The Doctor hadn't answered, either. And he hoped to God he didn't get Logan's decapitated body back today, just because the assholes upstairs thought it was fun to traumatize the Cajun. He was expecting just a few to turn out, no one ever really came to these general meetings, in his experience. But it didn't matter.. as long as he got to see some familiar faces, he'd be pleased.

"Late t' our own party an' we still 'de firs' ones here." Chimed over to the Winchester boy with a smile.

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demonboyking
2010-06-22 06:16 am UTC (link)

The writing in the journal, one Sam guessed was the Cajun Dean kept referring to, had been right about the diner sign being easy to find. Once he'd managed to get his bearings and had been relieved to find Dean's handwriting in the journals, though slightly disturbed that the woman calling herself Lexie also knew him and his day job, he had started making for it immediately.

The weather was warm as he traveled through the deserted town, a nagging sense of deja vu tugging at the back of his mind. The place felt familiar and foreign all at once. Where he thought maybe he expected to see one building, there was something else in it's place. It didn't make any sense to him. It was as if he'd seen it in one of his premonitions, cloudy and dream like.

He could see people through the glass windows of the diner before he made his way up the stairs and to the door. He stepped inside, looking for Dean and giving a small sigh of relief when he saw him. He moved towards his brother, quickly taking in the other people in the room as he passed, only hesitating a moment when he saw the Cajun's eyes.

"Hey," he said, the one syllable clearly asking what was the story with that guy as he approached Dean and slapped him on the shoulder. The only demon he trusted was Ruby, and even then he didn't know how far. On closer inspection he frowned heavily at his older brother. "You look like crap," Sam said bluntly, trying hard to keep concern out of his voice. Dean looked older and more worn over night. Something had definitely changed since the last time Sam had seen him. "You okay?"

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fallen_hunter79
2010-06-22 06:34 am UTC (link)

"Sam!" His face lit up as he let out the breathe he hadn't realized he was holding. Sam was safe, check...he can move onto other things now. "I'm fine man, except for the part where I woke up in the freaking Twilight Zone."

His smile faded as he really looked at Sam, he looked different. Less wrinkles, shorter hair, and his eyes looked almost happy. Well, not happy exactly...just not as fucked up as they usually did. A billion thoughts ran through his head but all that managed to come out was "dude, did you cut your hair?"

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demonboyking
2010-06-22 06:54 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," Sam said, wrinkling his brow and giving a small smile. "I think I actually saw this set in an episode of the Twilight Zone." Still, Dean's response hadn't answered the question that Sam had really wanted to ask. Why did he look so different? There was definitely something Dean wasn't telling him and while it wasn't as if Sam expected him to spit it out in front of all these people, he couldn't help but think that the weight of it must have caused the change in his brother.

"Did I...what?" Sam asked, his eyebrows moving together as he stared back at his brother. His hand tensed and untensed from nervous energy at his side. They were running out of time. They had less than a week to find a way out of Dean's deal, they didn't have time for Dean to be messing around. "Yeah, Dean," Sam said, sarcasm heavy in his tone. "I popped into the barber shop on the way over. It was fifty cents." He shifted on his feet. "What's going on with you? What happened?"

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fallen_hunter79
2010-06-22 07:45 am UTC (link)

"Nothing happened...last thing I remember we were taking off after the antichrist fiasco. I passed out in the car and woke up here." Suddenly a horrible thought hit Dean, as if the situation couldn't get any worse. "If you're here too maybe you fell asleep....then we would have crashed." What if his baby was hurt? Wrapped around a tree or something.

Dean still wasn't over thinking that heaven or hell had something to do with them waking up here. Give the boys a little time out to stew until they agreed to say yes to Michael and Lucifer. Well as far as Dean concerned they could leave him here till the end of time, he wasn't cracking.

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demonboyking
2010-06-22 09:04 am UTC (link)

Sam's eyes narrowed at the word antichrist. It wasn't the kind of word that was said in his family lightly and it wasn't the kind of word that was taken to that kindly by strangers. He glanced quickly at the people around them, forcing a tight apologetic smile before he grabbed Dean's jacket and started pulling him towards a booth in the back. "Excuse us," he called out to the group at large. "I just need a word with my brother."

Whatever needed to be said, it was clear that it needed to be said privately.

(OOC: Cont'd here)

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