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Dean Winchester ([info]of_little_faith) wrote in [info]lost_world,
@ 2013-07-08 18:25:00

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Entry tags:!status: complete, dean winchester, johnny outlaw

awkward (johnny)
A day or two after arriving in the world of black and white, Dean still hadn't found Jo. Or Mary.

Or Ellen.

It wasn't that he hadn't tried.

It was that almost everywhere he went, he would run into people that wanted to thank him for serving his country. Or, if he had the Impala with him, people wanted to know all about her. Between that and mentally angsting over Annabelle's powers and wondering exactly when she was going to Chernobyl on everybody, Dean hadn't had a spec of luck finding people he cared about.

After the third hand-shake of thanks and round of questions about his medals and if he'd killed any Japs and Nazis, Dean saw a bar.

It renewed his faith in God, just for a splitsecond.

The sign on the place said THE DUCHESS. Dean didn't care what the hell it said as long as it had some whiskey in it.

"Yep," he said, walking through the door. He was silently telling himself that it was okay to have a drink before continuing the search for Jo and Mary. Shit, he didn't think that Jo would blame him this time. At all. He'd hardly had a moment's peace.

He hadn't slept for more than a few hours. He wanted to hear from Annabelle that she'd learned something, something to keep herself in check. That the Doctor had some kind of answer.

That she'd turned Cavan into a llama.

Something. And he hadn't.

He'd found that his usual clothing bag in the car was full of more military crap, too, so that didn't help anything. Everything had a nametag or a medal on it. He couldn't fucking win.

He sat down at the bar, arched an eyebrow, and without looking at the bartender, asked for a double of the strongest whiskey they had.


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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-09 04:51 am UTC (link)
Johnny heard the call for whiskey and answered it quickly. It was his job, after all. He had to make sure that the boozehounds were fed, the lovelorn consoled, the weary uplifted, and the thinkers given relief. He poured a glass of the best that he had fitting the guidelines of what was asked for, which happened to not be the best in the sense that it was good. The good stuff wasn't this strong. This was the stuff that sorrows were drowned in.

He moved along the bar, flinging his towel over one shoulder, to deliver the alcohol to who had asked for it. Since all the other faces in the stools around him had their drinks and were caught up in themselves or conversation, it was easy to guess who had just arrived.

Johnny was a bit surprised to see the face there.

"Dean." He wasn't afraid to let that surprise show in his voice, or the features of his face. "Nice to see you, man."

He didn't think that the man had sought this place out specifically, or he would have said something. This was all just strange coincidence. Perhaps happy, perhaps not. Johnny supposed that would come to light soon enough.

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[info]of_little_faith
2013-07-10 05:16 am UTC (link)
Dean looked from the whiskey to the face of the bartender who was saying his name, and arched an eyebrow.

"Do I know you?"

The guy looked only slightly familiar. Like, he'd probably been at the meeting. But Dean didn't remember saying his name at that meeting before the damn alien showed up and everything went all sideways.

He took the glass and drained it, and made a noise not unlike a grateful sigh afterward.

"You were at the meeting, right? Is there... is there somethin' else?"

There probably was. All that time travel crap. And York. And it wasn't like this particular weirdo setting was a great time. He'd ditched the stupid wedge cap, but he still felt like a jerk walking around in a uniform.

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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-10 09:02 am UTC (link)
Johnny let out a sharp laugh at Dean's lack of recognition. He didn't know if he just looked that different, or if Dean had hit his head on something.

"I know I'm not wearing my usual getup, but we traveled from York in a group. I was on a bike? Mary's friend? Johnny?"

He shook his head some and leaned down over the bar so he could speak a little quieter to the man who didn't exactly look as if he was having fun in this new world. He studied Dean for a quiet moment.

"Something going on with you?" He gestured a hand toward the sky to blow off the stuff that was going on immediately. "I mean, more than we've been dumped in a black and white 1940s world by aliens."

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[info]of_little_faith
2013-07-16 11:17 pm UTC (link)
Dean flared his nostrils.

He gave the guy a very, very weak smile. "Yeah. Okay. Sorry. Kinda been a little hectic."

Mary's friend.

He just let that stay there a second.

Something going on with you?

Dean grunted. "What, you don't like the outfit?"

He gestured to the slightly-less-fancy Army ensemble he was wearing. "Cause this? This is peachy." He slid the glass back across the bar, hoping his friend here would refill it.

Mary's friend.

"But yeah, okay. Other'an that... it'd be nice if I got five goddamn seconds with my family. If I knew what was going on with 'em. If I didn't have to keep tracking them down. I swear to God it's time for a lojack."

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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-17 05:33 pm UTC (link)
"What you've got is no better or worse than the rest of us." Johnny shrugged. He saw nothing particularly wrong with the uniform. It was different than what he'd seen Dean in previously, but his own clothing was different, and Mary's sure as hell was different.

"Well, Cas and Mary work here. Cas is living upstairs with Anna. One of them might know where Jo is."

It was all Johnny had to offer. He'd not seen many other people. He'd been trying to keep himself and Mary alive and comfortable, so he hadn't ventured out of the bar except to go home, or go shopping. Which, he thought, he might want to change. Just to see who else was out there.

"New Dietrich isn't a small place, but we've started to make connections. Could be that Castiel and Anna have managed to find others, too. And Mary, for that matter."

Johnny wandered to a different part of the bar briefly and returned with the whiskey and a scrap of paper. He poured and passed at the same time.

"That has the number of the bar, and the number where you can get Mary after hours. She won't be in today, neither will Castiel."

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[info]of_little_faith
2013-07-18 07:15 pm UTC (link)
Yeah, okay. But Dean was Dean.

And everything that happened to him was the end of the world. Even if it wasn't the actual apocalypse. Bobby Singer'd tell Johnny the same. There were days Dean couldn't find his keys and called South Dakota for help.


Cas and Mary work here. Cas is living upstairs with Anna...

His eyes got bigger. Not like saucers, not quite. But bigger. He'd seen Anna at the meeting but if Cas was living WITH her... that really changed a lot. He knew Mary said Cas wasn't really Cas. But that was a big goddamn change. What he knew of Cas was that he had an evening with Meg at some point, but otherwise didn't care much for romance or sex. Shit, Dean'd tried to get him laid and Cas ruined it. Told the girl at the strip club things he couldn't possibly have known till she ran away screaming.

"...kay..." he said, with a shake of his head.

Dean took the whiskey and the paper, reading it as he put more alcohol in his face.

He licked at his lower lip, and looked Johnny in the face.

"So Mary," he said. "How do you know her?"

He'd let the weirdness about Cas rest. For now.

Cas wasn't his daughter. And the guy behind the bar, far as Dean could tell, might be the guy that was sleeping with his daughter. Even though Mary wasn't technically born yet, that did some weird things to Dean's brain.

And the more he sat here, the more he got the feeling something wasn't quite right. He didn't know what, but... something. Something was a lie. Dean had been through enough to know when things weren't totally, 100% kosher and normal.

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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-18 07:46 pm UTC (link)
"We met in York." Johnny was able to say it easily and with no waver of dishonesty. Because for him, it was the truth. "When Jo vanished. I'd just helped Jo out with that thing in the store, when it was being robbed while she was there. She'd been teaching me about hunting. Then she disappeared and Mary appeared. We almost literally ran into one another going back to our rooms, started talking, discovered we were looking for the same person. Kind of became friends."

There were, of course, a few things left out of that description, but nothing that would point at Johnny as a liar. The gist of it was how it'd gone.

"After we found out Jo was back, we just became better friends, and have been looking out for one another ever since."

He parted only briefly to serve a customer and returned to Dean again, ready for more questions and more answers, if it was going to come to that.

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[info]of_little_faith
2013-07-18 08:16 pm UTC (link)
Dean listened, not really loving what he was hearing, but not finding any outright lies in it, either. Hunter or not, he'd posed as enough authority figures to sniff out total lies. People always had tells.

This guy wasn't doing any of them.

So either he was some kind of psycho (unlikely, if Mary liked him, because Mary wasn't an idiot), or he wasn't lying.

Things still didn't feel totally right to Dean, but he couldn't do much accusing right now. Yelling about feeling weird wasn't going to help anything.

It really did sound like this was a boyfriend and not a friend, though. Didn't matter how Johnny framed that, looking out for a girl meant one of two things: you saw her as a sister, or as family, or you wanted a piece (and possibly were getting one.)

The muscles at Dean's jawline worked a little, as though he was literally chewing what Johnny said.

"Teaching you about hunting," he said. That was a good place to start the focus. "So not a hunter, then. What were you before? People don't just go to York. Not unless they're nuts or really clueless."

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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-18 08:26 pm UTC (link)
"No, not a hunter." Johnny shook his head. "I worked on the more human side of the monster equation. Criminals; murderers, rapists, thieves. Those who willingly do harm to others. Those were my targets. Still are, really. You don't ever stop doing that, just like you never stop hunting."

If asked, Johnny would have never been able to explain why he'd thought - when he first started - he'd ever be able to hide what he did from anybody. Especially considering he dressed like a cowboy. It wasn't like he slid through the shadows and hid himself. More often than not, he attracted attention.

Of course, it wasn't like he'd had a guide, either.

He'd just bullshitted his way through.

"Vigilante." He said, finally, spelling it out. "I went to York because I caught wind of things, not knowing about what I'd find there. I've had experiences with ghosts and magic before, vampires in Electric City. But our vampire ran a clothing empire, and I never really thought about needing to hunt the rest of it, or that there might be things like that rampant in the world. I figured it was going to be a bunch of regular people being assholes, and I'd take them out and go home."

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[info]of_little_faith
2013-07-18 08:59 pm UTC (link)
Vigilante.

Dean couldn't help but think of some caped comic book heroes when he heard the word. And, he found--surprisingly--Phaedra. He supposed her job wasn't so much being a vigilante as killing people for money, but it seemed like, more often than not, her targets had it coming. So that was how he'd come to think of her.

A discriminating monster.

... a bunch of regular people being assholes...

Dean snorted.

"Regular people are worse than monsters." As he said it, Dean thought of a few things that made that untrue. He thought of firing the Colt into Lucifer and it not making a dent. He thought of Yellow Eyes, and of the Horsemen. And he thought of the goddamn angels that'd made fucking with him and Sam into their main form of recreation. "Mostly."

He sat up a little straighter on the stool. "So then why hunt? Because York? Or because Mary?"

He didn't flinch asking. Not at all. He wasn't blind. Daughter or not, Mary was gorgeous. He wanted to know where this guy fell on the motivation line. He wanted to know if he could count on him as another hunter, or hunter-in-training.

Or more realistically, if Mary should be counting on him.

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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-18 09:07 pm UTC (link)
"I've been told that by several people now." Johnny nodded. "It seems to be a running theme in the hunter community."

Once he'd heard the words, he couldn't deny them, of course. But previously, he would have argued that any monster had to be worse than a human being. Then he'd realized that monsters were predictable. They had a certain drive, goals, that they wanted to see come through. People... well. You couldn't really tell what they wanted at any given time, and they might change their minds. And then change them back.

"York." Johnny nodded. "And Jo, actually. She showed me what needed to be done and how to do it, and it made sense. It's an addon, really, not a replacement. Mary's helped me learn more, of course. Filled in some blanks, answered questions. But the truth is that it needs to be done. I can do it. So there was never even any question in my mind that I was going to. Never really needed any additional reasons."

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[info]of_little_faith
2013-07-18 09:15 pm UTC (link)
"That and alcoholism," Dean said.

Johnny's answer made sense, and was logical, but Dean didn't really fully believe it, even though it wasn't a lie, either. Something wasn't sitting right.

York wasn't a long time ago. That meant Johnny hadn't been a hunter all that long. He might've seen some unorthodox shit in York, but he didn't--and couldn't--fully know what was out there, even with Mary telling him. There hadn't been time. Some of it, you just had to see.

Or feel.

Dean nodded, just the same. "So do you know who I am?" He rethought that. "I don't mean that in the full-of-yourself way it came off. I mean in relation to Jo. And Mary." He looked at Johnny again, levelly, and arched an eyebrow.

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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-18 09:20 pm UTC (link)
"Alcoholism I can do." Johnny smiled. He couldn't, not really. Not when it took him eight bottles to even feel tipsy. But he could fake it like a motherfucker.

He nodded at Dean's question. "Yeah. I have the full story there."

In fact, he thought he knew more, considering what he knew of Rob. He didn't know if even Mary knew the whole of Rob. But that was Rob's deal, not his. And Johnny wasn't about to let any secrets out at all, most of all secrets that weren't anything to do with himself.

"You all have some really fucked up shit going on." Which was, of course, the understatement of the century. Particularly when he factored himself into it.

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[info]of_little_faith
2013-07-18 09:34 pm UTC (link)
Yeah, I have the full story there.

Dean just nodded. He was a little annoyed by that, but he supposed that if Mary or Jo was the source, that was fine. Mostly, he didn't like the story and how it was unfolding, and resented that everyone got to know about it.

Cause his life? Not fun.

You all have some really fucked up shit going on.

"Oh, man. No matter what you know, I promise you you don't know the half of it." It was a light comment, not pointed. There was no way this guy could know about Sam going to Hell with Lucifer. About what their Dad had done for them. About Jo, all of what she'd been through. Just not possible. There was to much 'fucked up shit' to wade through.

Dean sighed.

"Fucked up or not, Mary's my kid," Dean said. "You hurt her at all, in any capacity--hunting or otherwise--and I'll make you very sorry you did. You're new at hunting. You're gonna make some mistakes. Don't get her killed, or shot, or anything on the list of shit I could rattle off. And if you guys are seeing each other and you break her heart, I'll break you."

He left out the part about there being a gun that could kill anything in the trunk of his car. That might be overkill. And all in all, he knew that this was a lighter version of what John would've said if he'd had any daughters. Family was the most important thing to the Winchesters. Had been for a long time.

Dean let that hang there a minute before he picked up the piece of paper Johnny'd given him and folded it, putting it in his pocket. He nodded.

"You seem like I wouldn't hate to have you around," Dean said. He didn't apologize for anything he'd said. And this was the nicest thing he had to say at the moment. Hunting wasn't just a thing you started doing a few months ago and got great at and nobody got hurt. That'd been part of the problem with Jo at first. If you were green, you could be trouble.

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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-18 09:40 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure." Johnny nodded. "I know only what's going on with the family present. And just knowing what I do about them, and what went on in York immediately prior, I'm positive that there's a whole big to-do that I haven't even seen the hints of. You Winchesters are like a violent Days of Our Lives."

He sobered from jokes at Dean's promises.

"No worries on that end." He promised, "I'd step in front of harm's way before I ever let her get hurt physically. And I'd hate myself forever if I ever found out I'd even accidentally hurt her any other way."

Which was true enough. After everything he'd learned of his lies in the future, Johnny wasn't ever planning to forgive himself. He was doing his best to make up for it now.

"I hope that feeling continues." He managed a smile.

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[info]of_little_faith
2013-07-18 09:53 pm UTC (link)
... like a violent Days of Our Lives.

Dean raised both eyebrows, and tilted his head on a diagonal from side to side, smooshing his mouth into a pursed shape, like he was tasting the idea. Finally, he pressed his lips together and nodded. That was pretty accurate.

As far as things a father could hear from his daughter's potential suitors, what Johnny said was pretty good. Dean didn't let it show in his face, but he did file it away for later. He could make Johnny eat his words if he had to.

"Good," he said.

I hope that feeling continues.

Dean stood, and he offered Johnny his hand to shake.

"Me, too," he said. "I'm a lot more fun on your side than not."

There were other things, too. But that summed it up.

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[info]metamorphose
2013-07-18 09:57 pm UTC (link)
Johnny could have added that he, too, was a lot more fun to be friends with than enemies. Considering many things. But he decided that now was not the time. Not only would it raise more questions, but might start a bigger dick contest with Dean, and he didn't want that to happen. Especially not when they had found easy ground.

Instead, he reached out to shake the offered hand.

"Drinks are on the house. Good luck finding everyone else."

That hadn't gone nearly as badly as he had imagined it would. He'd only heard Dad Voice a little bit, and it wasn't nearly as bad as Mom Voice. Though, Johnny suspected that Mom Voice was a thing that would always sound more terrifying. Dads would harm your body. Moms would destroy you from the inside out.

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