jaz parks (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jazparks) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hotelhelllogs, |
"So long as you're using your words, I'm a happy bunny," she replied, a grin on her lips, "but given the stuff we usually handle, 'different' feels a tad more disturbing than it should." Jaz gave a quick nod, making sure to close the space between the couple once more. This time for more practical reasons. When she left her body, it was just so much meat, and it was all Dean's to take care of, which he'd done before. For a moment it looked as though she'd zoned out, her eyes misted and cloudy, and then she was gone.
As Jaz rose from her body, the bright chord of her life-line glowed reassuringly, and the connection between her and Dean seemed to have gained a life of it's own since she'd last seen it. She noticed this in the fraction of a second it took before casting her gaze - not exactly her eyes, as they were back down there somewhere with Dean - over the town. Everywhere she looked she saw movement. The town thronged with life, some authentically dressed in buffalo hides and hobnail boots, and others in replica garments, with t-shirts underneath. Jaz had never seen so many auras - outside of hell, at least - and it took her a while to register what was happening here.
Out of the corner of her eye a strange sight greeted her. Four men, all in long coats and armed to the teeth, strolled along Allen Street. Something about the way they moved caught her attention, and their aura's glowed stronger than many of the other spirits. Jaz went in for a close up. "Holy crap, it's Wyatt Earp!" she exclaimed aloud, expecting one of the men to look her way. Nothing. She gave a slight shrug and waved a hand in front of his face, which he also ignored. "Huh!" Puzzled, she followed her way along her life line back to her body, and Dean.
It took a few seconds for her to get reoriented, but Dean's grip on her arm steadied her, as she looked up into his eyes. "This whole place is just teaming with ghosts," she summed up, swallowing deeply. "Seriously, I mean, the whole place! Past, present, probably a few future people too, given we're kinda from the past ourselves, and feel free to spank me any time you need the babbling to stop, cause I'm not entirely sure I can do it myself," Jaz's unease should give Dean more of a clue to what she'd seen than her description, given that she was so rarely shaken. "Here's the weird part," like the rest wasn't weird already. "I think the Earp brothers are still patrolling the town. Pretty sure I saw them, though I couldn't get them to communicate with me. What the fuck kinda place have we got to here?" and why the hell had it shaken her up quite so much? "Undertakers? Right. Maybe we'll find out how these people died," and why so many of them died. Something was totally off here, and Jaz had decided she really didn't like it.