Dean Winchester (forgetthehearse) wrote in drinkingdjinn, @ 2009-04-18 15:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, djinn universe, john winchester (djinn), mary winchester (djinn), sam winchester (djinn) |
Episode 1x02 - Wishes Come True
Who: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (Djinn), Mary Winchester (Djinn), John Winchester (Djinn)
When: Same Time As Drinking Djinn
What: Dean finds himself in his own personal Heaven.
Where: Lawrence, Kansas
Dean sat straight up, the blankets falling away. He was still fully dressed, shoes in all, in a bed that was much too comfortable to be the normal motel fare. He tried to remember what happened, but it was all pretty blurry. He just remembered weird ass tattoo guy, and fire coming out of his hand, and then that whole not being concious thing.
Glancing around, he could not quite believe where he found himself. He was in a bedroom- a nice bedroom, with a good tv and everything, not even a hotel room, with some hot chick sound asleep on the other side of the bed. Very carefully, trying not to wake her, he got out of bed, creeping to the bedroom door and out. He pulled out his cell phone, punching Sam's speed dial number quickly while making a quiet round of the house.
Sam jumps, startled at the sound of his phone in the perfect silence of his room (Jess knows he likes it quiet when he studies). When he sees Dean's number, he raises an eyebrow, but answers. "Hello?"
"Sam? Where are you? I don't know where I am." He speaks in a hushed tone, afraid whoever it is in that bed- voodoo queen, or who knows what else - will hear him and wake up. The rest of the house is quiet, and everything seems normal. Almost too normal.
Sam rubs a hand over his face with a sigh; this happens far too much for his liking. "Well, where does it look like you are? Did you go out drinking again?"
"No! I was hunting and that thing got me. I woke up in some house next to some hot chick." He glances out the windows, but nothing looks familiar.
"... you mean Carmen?" Wow, okay, way too much to drink. "What -- you were out hunting? What were you hunting?"
"Carmen?" Dean responds, confused. "The thing that's been kidnapping people. You know, the job?" He scowls at nothing in particular, irritated. "I'm telling you, that thing was no ghost. I have no idea what it was, but it was sneaky sucker."
"Dean -- I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm studying for my exams." He sighs and rubs at his forehead. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"
"Exams? What the hell are you talking about? I haven't been drinking!" He nearly yells the last bit, but tries to calm himself down quickly. "Look, Sam, stop screwing around. I need your help."
"Help with what? Yes, exams. I have exams the week after I get back, I'm trying to get some studying done before I leave tomorrow. Listen just -- go to bed. You'll feel better in the morning."
"Leave? Wait, what? What are you smoking?" He has to take the phone away from his ear to stare at it, before putting it back. "Look, I was in some ruins just off the highway- old warehouse. It's about fifteen miles from the motel. Get a car and try and find it."
"... yeah, I'll be there in a few. California's a little further away from Kansas than that, Dean. What motel were you staying in?" He groans and shakes his head, "Please -- please don't tell me you found some girl and took her to a motel. Carmen's a really great girl, don't fuck it up?"
"California? What the hell, Sam, we're in Illinois." Well, at least, they were. He frowns, walking into the kitchen and noticing a stack of mail. That will tell him where he is. He hurries over, pawing through the envelopes. Carmen, Carmen- Dean. All addressed to Lawrence, Kansas. "...except that I'm in Kansas. Why am I in Kansas?" Why is there mail addressed to him? Who is Carmen? Sleephead in there? This is making his head hurt.
"Because you live in Kansas. With Carmen, your girlfriend. And I'm coming down with Jess tomorrow, for Mom's birthday. What planet have you been living on, Dean?"
"Mom's- whoa whoa, what? Say that again." This is nuts. He starts noticing the pictures, pictures of him in places he has never been before, with people he does not recognize. "What's going on?" he asks, not really sure who he is talking to.
"... Mom's birthday. Is tomorrow. Don't tell me you forgot. Do you need me to pick up a present so you can say it's from you, or something?" Maybe someday, Dean will get his act together. Today is not that day, tomorrow's not looking good either.
"Mom-" His voice falters as he sees a picture, another he has never seen before, with his mother's smiling face, right next to his father's. "- I'll call you back." He cannot seem to get his throat to work right.
"... okay. I'll see you tomorrow, alright? Get some sleep." For once, this doesn't sound like a drunken ramble. Dean sounds genuinely upset, which makes Sam genuinely worried.
"Yeah, whatever." He steps towards the picture, touching it as if he does not believe it is really real, almost forgetting that he has Sam on the phone.
"... bye, Dean." Sam hangs up, not really sure what to make of the strange call.