Dean Winchester (agentplant) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-10-12 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, dean winchester, lisa braeden |
Who: Lisa Braeden & Dean Winchester
Where: The Lobby
When: After her arrival.
Status: Closed - complete.
Warnings: None
It had been a while since Dean had run into Bela, and after one too many encounters with her, he was grateful for the reprieve. There was only so much a man could take and she had a serious knack for driving him crazy. It had also been a while since he'd seen Jo, or even spoken to her. He wasn't sure what had happened, but, if she didn't want to tell him, then he wasn't going to ask. He had been just fine without her before and he would continue to be just fine. Right? Right. Then there was the situation with his parents, which cut him deep, even if it wasn't his place to get involved. Ever since Mary had died it was the one thing he wanted, more than anything, for them to be a family. With both his parents being at the hotel it was something so close, and yet, just out of his reach. Then there was Ben. Ben, his son, who now had the entire book series with every intention of reading them all. The plan to keep him safe had seriously backfired, but then again, he wasn't surprised. In an effort to get some fresh air he had decided to head out on his own and was making his way through the lobby when he caught sight of a familiar face. Dean stopped short, as if he had just seen a ghost. "Lisa?" He whispered in awe, his heart pounding against his chest as he fought with every fiber of his being not to break down. **** Lisa had been in the middle of a yoga class when suddenly she was transported to the lobby of a hotel. Picking up the ringing phone, an eerie voice had filled her ear, telling her to enjoy her stay...at Crown Plaza? What? Lisa dropped the receiver, fingers mechanically brushing over the keys as she checked herself in; it was as if some force was driving her to it. She couldn’t be here; it was...it was impossible. What had happened to bring her here? Why was she here? What about Ben? She couldn’t be here; Ben was older, but still, he needed her. He would worry about her. Lisa wrapped her arms around herself, forcing herself to take a series of deep breaths to calm herself down. It would be okay. This was all a dream. Wait. No. She was in yoga class. There was no way she had been asleep. Which meant this wasn’t a dream. Lisa gripped the edge of the counter tightly, her knuckles turning white. There had always been part of her that felt like something was missing. A section of her life that didn’t feel real. It had been strange and something that Lisa couldn’t shake despite the years that had passed. It still bothered her. Part of her wondered if that had something to do with all of this, but years had passed since then. It felt impossible. The sound of footsteps, a voice saying her name filled her ears and Lisa looked over. It had been ages since she’d last seen him. The guy that had hit them and landed Lisa in the hospital with a wound that had almost killed her. How-How was he here? What the hell was going on? How did he even know her name? “...Hey,” Lisa replied quietly. “How-What’s going on?” *** "I- uh, well-" Dean laughed nervously and fumbled for the right words to say. She looked nervous, and justifiably so. This sort of thing was completely foreign to her, especially since he had wiped her mind of everything, including the incident with the changeling. His gaze wandered over her body and he suddenly noticed her attire. "What, did you get pulled in the middle of a yoga class? I hope it was during something simple the downward dog pose,or whatever the hell you called-" his eyes widened and he cut himself short, laughing once again. "I mean, whatever you call it. If you were in yoga, anyway. I mean, you could just be lounging around the house all nice and comfortable. What the fuck do I know, right? I'm just a guy who has never seen you before in my life and I-" He was rambling and making a complete fool of himself. More than anything, he wanted to assure her that things would be okay, but he didn't know how to do that without making things uncomfortable for him. "Anyway, you're... it's harder to explain, I guess, but, this is sort of...a haunted hotel? I mean, that probably doesn't make you feel any better, but, Ben is here, and he's fine, I've been look-" son of a bitch. How many times was he going to put his foot in his mouth like that? "He showed me a picture of you, when he first got here, that's how I knew who you were." **** “Yeah-Yeah it was yoga,” Lisa replied with a nervous smile. “And it wasn’t a difficult pose-” He was rambling, saying she had never met him in her life, but she had. He was the guy that hit her with his car. He was nervous, but given their situation? She couldn’t blame him given their current situation. It was strange to say the least. He knew her son. Her son was here. “Ben’s here?” Lisa flew into complete panic mode, leaving her place at the desk and hurrying over to him in bare feet. Hopeful, her bags would have extra clothes; they had mentioned baggage on the phone call. “Where is here? Can I see him?” Lisa felt fear gripping her heart. That cold chill that had swept over her when she arrived told her this place was no good. That it was dangerous. “I’d like to judge that for myself,” she replied. She wasn’t even aware that Ben had a picture of her on him, but then again, he was a teenager and keeping secrets was kind of what they did. *** Dean hadn't expected her to go into panic mode at the mention of Ben, but it made sense. "No, relax, it's okay, he's fine, alright?" He caught her in his arms, unexpectedly, and he looked down at her with a faint smile, unable to hide the way he truly felt about her in his eyes. "You're-" his jaw trembled and he took a step back from her, letting her go from his grip. "Sorry, I didn't- you just look like- I'm Dean, Dean Winchester." He finally introduced himself, a sadness taking over his expression as he found himself reliving that night all over again. He took another step back from her, and another, closing his eyes to inhale deeply. All those years and she was still incredibly beautiful. "You look like somebody I lost a while ago, and it's just-" there was another nervous laugh and he dropped his gaze to the floor. "I miss her, that's all. I'm not sure if Ben is in his room but you can always check, of course." *** Ben would always be Lisa’s main concern; it didn’t matter how old he became, she would always worry about him and want to protect him with every fiber of her being. She was about to move, charge off in bare feet on a mission to find her son, but he caught her by the arms before she could take a step. The gesture. She looked up at him, a look of confusion upon her features. It felt like deja vu, but that was impossible. The only way she knew this man was from when he accidentally hit Ben and her years ago. Honestly, she was surprised she even remembered him, but she chalked it up to almost losing her life as making it rather unforgettable. But the way he looked at her, jaw trembling, clear longing and sadness in his eyes, made Lisa feel as if she should have known him so much better than she did. He released her; stepping back and Lisa could almost feel how much pain he was in...because of her. She didn’t understand. His reactions made no sense and yet, they did. Somehow, she felt like they did, but she couldn’t explain it. Thankfully, he did. She looked like someone he knew, someone he missed. It made sense now. Lisa offered him a kind smile. “I’m sorry you lost her,” Lisa replied softly. “And it’s nice to meet you, Dean. You seem to know who I am already so no use introducing myself.” She laughed gently. “I should go see him. He’s a teenager, but to me he’ll always be my little boy I guess.” *** "Yeah, I'm sorry too." He admitted with a whisper, nodding his head in agreement. Her little boy. Ben would always be her little boy, and never their son. "He's a really great kid. I'll take you to him." Dean motioned for her to follow him towards the elevator so they could head up to his room. "What room did they assign you to? I'm on the first floor, room 102. This place isn't too bad, once you get used to it." He did his best to avoid her gaze, looking straight out ahead of him. Ben would definitely be happy to have his mom around, but Dean, he wasn't sure how he would handle it all. *** “I’m glad he had someone looking out for him here,” Lisa replied with a small smile. “Thanks for that. I know he can be...a handful sometimes, but he’s a good kid.” Lisa bit back the rest of her words. She was about to say “like his father,” but she couldn’t remember exactly who that was. It was a faceless, nameless ghost. She was vague about the details to anyone who asked, but that was because she couldn’t remember. Part of her believed it was maybe because she’d drank too much that night, ended up in a situation with a type of guy she just couldn’t say “no” to, but there was just...a nagging feeling that never went away. Dean’s question brought her back to the present.. “Room 106,” she replied. “I don’t like that I’m not with Ben, but maybe we can fix that soon. I’m not too keen on an unknown roommate either.” *** Dean couldn't help but laugh when she told him that Ben could be a handful, and it was almost ironic. "Yeah, I know, I picked up on that pretty easily." He hit the button for the elevator and tilted his head back to watch the numbers drop, the doors opening for them rather quickly. "Oh, nice, not too far from me." Nice. That was just fucking great. He stepped onto the elevator and waited for her to get in before he pressed the number for Ben's floor. "Did they say who your roommate is?" He didn't know where everyone stayed in the hotel, but he had come to know quite a bit about some of the guests, and there were some he'd rather not have Lisa staying with. Lucifer, for example, but he knew for a fact the devil didn't live on the first floor. *** “Oh, well, at least there will be someone I kind of know,” Lisa replied with a nervous smile. She was so concerned about Ben that she hadn’t even stopped to think about making friends or allies here. First things first, she’d check on Ben then worry about all of that. At the question about her roommate, Lisa paused a moment. After a second, the name came to her. It was creepy, but surely it wasn’t the one from the movie. “Hannibal I think they said. Creepy, right? I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing like that movie you know.” At least Lisa hoped it wasn’t. *** Dean tensed almost immediately and he wanted to vomit. "What?" No. No way. No fucking way. There was something inherently odd about the guy that just rubbed him the wrong way. "Nah, it's fine, I wouldn't worry about it." He assured her with a fake laugh and crossed his arms over his chest. It was probably nothing, there was no need to worry. Everyone else liked the guy, right? He was just overreacting and it would all be fine. The doors opened and Dean took a step out, his body blocking the doors from closing. "He's the third room on the right, 306. I'll be around, so, just let me know if you need anything. Anything at all, don't be afraid to ask." **** His initial reaction was far from comforting for Lisa. Still, Lisa was rational and she knew Hannibal could certainly not be out of the movies. That kind of thing didn’t exist. Like ghosts. It was all made up. “I’m sure you’re right,” Lisa replied, laughing nervously. She just wanted to see her son and then...then she could figure out the next step. Like how the hell they were going to get back home and away from this insane asylum. His offer was generous though and Lisa gave him a genuine smile. “I appreciate that Dean. I will. But I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. Have a little faith.” She gave him one more smile before turning to head down the hall towards her son’s room. *** |