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allisawwasevil (allisawwasevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2013-01-24 03:36:00

Entry tags:

god, john winchester

WHO: John Winchester & God
WHAT: Emmy wants to have a conversation with John. John hopes he hasn't backed himself into a smiting corner.
WHEN: January 24th; Evening
WHERE: The Roadhouse
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

It would not have been an exaggeration for John to say that he was scared shitless as he stepped into the Roadhouse and quietly sought out a booth to settle down into. The thought of having a conversation with God because he'd threatened one of her kids, when he knew all too well just how angry a protective parent could get, was enough to leave him feeling sick to his stomach. A protective parent with the ability to blink him out of existence was not something that he really wanted to think too hard about. So as he slipped into the booth, John waved over one of the waiters immediately and ordered a whiskey. Beer wasn't going to cut it for this conversation. He needed something to not only steel his nerves but take away some of the barriers that might hold himself back.

He was willing to wager that God would appreciate honesty more than blind obedience, and if he was wrong, well, he would feel less pain if he was a bit drunk.

Hesitating as the waiter asked if he wanted anything else, John glanced across the booth before turning back to the waiter. What in the world did you order for God? Did he even bother? After a moment of silence, John waved him off with a quiet assurance that if the person joining him wanted anything, that he could always come back later. Better to wait and let Her order for Herself than guess wrong.

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spiceandsugar
2013-02-01 04:58 am UTC (link)

As soon as the chair splintered, Meri dropped the pieces she held and drew her crossbow. In a second, she had an arrow aimed down at her brother. At this distance, there was zero possibility of a miss. With a slow exhale, she observed him for a moment. When she spoke, her voice had a tremor to it.

"Jack?" She didn't dare hope. Not really. But a small part of her wanted to, very much. She didn't lower her weapon, though, finger still hovering over the trigger as she tried to determine if he was playing a trick on her or if he'd finally broken free.

Quickly, she cast a glance toward John. Opening her mouth to say something, she stopped as a loud siren began to sound. "Sonofabitch," she swore as she turned back to Jack. "Time to go," she announced flatly.

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