Character(s): Sam Winchester [progeny] || Dean Winchester [brothers_keeper]
Day: Day 3
Time of Day: Evening
Location: No Mans Land Northern gate || 'Good' side
Rating: PG?
Status: In progress

( [Stuck in the middle with...who?] )

Character(s): Faith & Dean (open to others)
Day: day 3
Time of Day: about 4.30 pm
Location: the pool
Rating: tbd (they like to flirt at the very least)
Status: incomplete

( realxing and having a few drinks at the pool bar )

Character(s): Dean Winchester, Lee Adama, John Sheppard, Jennifer Keller (posting order)
Day: Day 2
Time of Day: Evening
Location: The Bar
Rating: PG to R? He's got a mouth on him.
Status: Incomplete

He’d woken face down with sand in his nostrils and mouth, waves of water rising and falling in time behind him. The beach was dark and even though he’d searched the area around him by calling out his brother’s name for a good half hour or more, he hadn’t found any sign of Sam, or the Impala, or anything at all that would tell him where the hell he was.

The last thing he remembered was stopping to gas up somewhere in Montana and everything after that was one big, blank slate. His mouth was dry with worry as he tried to go over all of the things that might have happened during the hole in his memory. He remembered the entire week Sam had lost to being possessed and found himself wondering if the tattoo he’d gotten so many months ago to protect him against possession just hadn’t been enough. He’d stumbled around until he’d finally made out a light in the distance which had led him to some kind of tourist trap cantina, and then to a deserted pool. It reminded him of Florida, or maybe certain parts of California, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Sam!” Dean called out one more time, the name echoing off the storefronts in front of him as he took in the ice cream parlor, restaurant and bar.

( He sighed, taking in his in unfamiliar surroundings before dusting off his jacket and walking towards the bar. )