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Dec. 4th, 2015


[info]metamorphose

Strange places (Mary)

Johnny had been bounced around from world to world quickly, like the little silver ball in a pinball machine. He'd hardly get to know what was going on in a place before they threw him somewhere else, and he was always alone. He didn't know if it was some kind of punishment or if they were trying to meet him up with the others and just kept missing. He just knew that he was really fucking sick of it. And he missed people. Mary most of all, but there were others, too.

When he woke up this time, he was wearing a flannel pajama set, and the house he was in was more like a little cottage than anything. Looking out the window, Johnny could see snow and Christmas decorations. It was eerily normal. Right up until the reindeer trotted by wearing bells on it's antlers. It was almost a relief to see, since the worlds that had been mostly normal had been some of the worst ones they'd encountered. Sighting the absurd immediately felt like it might bode well for his time here.

He rifled through the dresser and found some warm clothes, then headed outside. Johnny realized as he moved through the little building that it wasn't a cottage at all, but a little cabin. This was confirmed as he walked out the door entirely and saw the outside of the structure.

He was also now aware of all the fucking Christmas lights all over the whole thing.

Johnny shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets. He was determined to explore this world before they kicked him to another one. If his past few weeks were any indication, he would have until he went to bed to see what was going on, and then he'd be gone again.

May. 2nd, 2015


[info]metamorphose

...couldn't drag me away (Mary)

Johnny woke with a start, sheets coated with sweat, filled with the feeling of emptiness that came with being unconscious for a long while. He thrashed at the bed, throwing the covers onto the floor in a pile, wanting them away from him. His eyes scanned the room. The empty room. He couldn't place where he was. His bike wasn't there, the walls weren't the strange metal, so they weren't on the ship anymore. How long had it been since they had been?

Instinct drove him up and around the room, yanking open drawers and ripping through the closet to find anything that was his, finding nothing. Only clothes that should be worn at a resort. No weapons, no hat. Johnny hated being without his things. Especially with these bastards in control. They liked to throw everybody into dangerous situations. They needed to be prepared. He tossed a handful of clothes onto the top of the dresser, irritated. The only things he could find that were acceptable replacements for the swim trunks that he'd woken up in was a pair of red linen pants and a breezy white shirt. No boots, no actual shoes. Just absurd boaters. Not even a pair of socks to be found.

As he pulled the shirt on, buttoning it, Johnny saw the note. He figured at first that it would be a typical resort welcoming letter. Telling him of the afternoon luau or something. What he read instead upped his irritation to outright anger. Stasis? Some people were missing?

Only one important name came to mind.

Johnny crumpled the letter and threw it across the room, and then exited quickly. His door slammed open and he was out in the hallway of a rather nice place. His eyes didn't see it, though. Saw nothing, really. Determination and fear drove him.

"Mary?" He shouted. Johnny jogged down the hall. Each successive call of her name got louder, filled with more worry. He didn't stop moving, though. Every door he passed, Johnny yelled for her, needing her to come out. Needing to see her face. "Mary!"

Oct. 27th, 2013


[info]metamorphose

The hard talk (Mary)

Johnny had enjoyed his peaceful time with Mary. Not having to worry about hiding in plain sight in a world that didn't like men and women to travel together unless they were siblings or married. Not having to try to find her in a world where bunnies were zombies. Not being dead and mending. Just them. Just knowing that she couldn't be lost. He liked that.

The problem was, he knew that she needed to talk about what had happened. As much as they both may have wanted to brush it under the rug, Mary needed to speak aloud her story. She needed to express whatever emotions she had about them, and he knew they weren't going to be light or good.

So he gathered a few food items from the magical food window and brought them to his room. His room, because he didn't think that anybody would bother them there. Her room might have all kinds of visitors. Like Dean. Who he was not eager to talk to. Especially after the encounter with Jo and the hitting. He had snacks for them to munch on, and cold sandwiches in case their talk went on a long while. He had drinks. He was pretty sure that he'd covered all the bases.

All he had to do was wait for Mary to come back. They had been spending their nights together most of the time. Switching off rooms for whatever was the closest when they decided that sleep was a thing that needed to happen. He hoped that her not finding him waiting would prompt her to seek him out.

This was not going to be easy.

Sep. 19th, 2013


[info]jo_beth

8 simple rules for dating my daughter (Johnny)

Jo still couldn't quite get her mind to wrap around the fact that they were all on a freaking spaceship. With aliens. And with weapons that ceased to be anything dangerous at all outside of their rooms. That was the kicker, really.

She was perhaps less happy than she had been on that damn island, and that was saying something. The only potential upside was that it seemed like their group might be entirely intact. All the same, she was getting tired of having to go searching for the people she cared about with every location change.

She wasn't really sure who she was looking for first as she roamed the halls of the dormitory area, for lack of a better word. She didn't know if everyone's rooms were in this same section but she couldn't find access to anywhere else on the ship, so she just had to hope that somebody she was looking for showed up soon.

Sep. 16th, 2013


[info]marygoround

Good morning, sunshine (Johnny)

Mary hadn't lost track of how many days she'd spent on the island so far. In fact, she'd been keeping count of each sunrise and each day was a little bit more torture. Johnny had shown signs of waking but hadn't yet. Her dad, Rob, and Cas were nowhere to be seen. She both wanted to see the three and feared the reaction from Dean and Rob. After all, it was pretty hard to hide the fact that Johnny hadn't died like any other human who'd been shot in the heart would have. She still wasn't convinced that Jo would leave him alone once he woke up. At least she'd been able to convince her mom to hold off on any hunting until then.

Anna had been somewhat of a buffer as Mary and Jo settled into not speaking to each other more than necessary, but even that was driving Mary nuts. That putting someone that she'd just met in the middle, and simply fighting with her mom wasn't all that great either.

Her cuts were still bandaged but were starting to heal. More slowly than she would have liked, but she supposed she just had to be thankful for the first aid supplies they'd found in that cave.

While Johnny had been out, she'd done her best to keep him clean and tended to as much as she could. Even if Anna and Jo hadn't been determined to keep her from overexerting herself, she probably still would have stuck to her spot at his side while she waited for him to wake up. Knowing that the Johnny of her time must have gone through something similar to this alone after their first kiss only strengthened her resolve. She couldn't have known then and being here now didn't make up for that, but she was determined that he see that he shouldn't have to go through things like this alone. Though if she had her way, there wouldn't be any more near-death or deathlike experiences to recover from.

Then again, when did a Winchester ever get his or her way when it came to the safety of those they loved most?

Sep. 11th, 2013


[info]metamorphose

Comeback (Narrative)

There were moments when he drifted toward the surface of the ocean he'd found himself drowning in. When the sounds around him were closer and more distinguishable from one another, and when he knew that his other senses were working, even if the body attached to them wasn't. He was aware of birds chattering away, of cool breezes, and of what sounded like the beginnings of an argument between two familiar voices.

It felt a lot like sleeping, and it felt a lot like being dead. Only he wasn't detached from the corpse he'd become and left wandering around trying to find somebody who could hear him. He felt, in fact, quite stuck.

The knowledge that he'd died - again - was disturbing at best. But Johnny thought that maybe he was taking it a little better due to what Mary had told him about his own future. He could only imagine what it might have been like, felt like, to discover this by himself. Being shot by somebody he was after, maybe getting into a wreck on the bike, some horrible accident where he would know that he should be dead from it, maybe even see the evidence of that death, only to be alive.

Johnny remembered the last moments clearly. Mary. The way that Mary had looked. Hearing her words and feeling his heart race and soar at the same time, light with the discovery that he'd not driven her off. And breaking because of the way that her skin had been carved up, the panic he could see in her eyes, the fear stink coming off of her from long hours at the hands of a psychopath. The woman with the gun. The sound of the shot coming after he felt the warmth of the bullet. All of it was detailed in his mind like he'd watched instead of lived it.

He didn't know where he was now, but he was almost immediately aware of being able to see in color. It was almost too bright for his eyes, and not just because they'd likely been closed for a long while. The green was like fire to his vision, exploding into the nerves all over his body as he tried to see what was around him.

The effort of pulling himself up onto his elbow did him in. Johnny felt the exhaustion overcome him, and he slumped back to the ground, though now in a completely different position than what he'd been in when he'd started. And now instead of a near-death state, he was more like a medically-induced coma patient. In a critical care ward instead of a hospice situation. His breath came easier, his heart beat steadier.

Aug. 13th, 2013


[info]marygoround

The Rescue

Arlene didn’t think of the women she took as people. She didn’t care to know their name or what they did for a living. Didn’t care for much beyond what she’d learned while staking out her prize, while following them and watching and waiting for the best opportunity to take them. She didn’t look at them as victims either. They were all a part of her grand plan. She’d left the bodies all over the city, adorned with her artwork and faces covered in mud. They could be anyone. They were anyone.

The blonde one that she’d taken wasn’t much of a screamer. That was... disappointing. Usually the good girls broke first. The other women, the broken, tarnished ones. They’d seen more, so it took longer. But this one? This one was surprising. The whore had broken before the good girl in this case. Instead of screaming, the blonde had doled out several threats that first day. There were less threats by the second day. Soon, she would scream just as much as the woman in the room down the hall.

Arlene wasn’t too worried about the friends and family that would supposedly find her and make her pay. No one was looking for a woman. And certainly, no one was looking for her. She lived a quiet life outside of this place. She visited the tea room regularly-there were so many lovely girls there. She walked her dog, ate in diners, made small talk with the neighbors. She was careful not to linger for too long with any of the ladies that she took. The neighbors might start to question things if she wasn’t home by sunset every night like clockwork. She certainly did make it home at that time, only to sneak out yet again so she could keep a watchful eye on her prizes through the night. And then she slipped home just before dawn so everyone could see her leaving in the mornings.

She would break this one too. In the end, they all welcomed oblivion. When she sensed that they were ready to welcome that final departure, she was happy to grant it like the merciful artist that she was.

----

Mary wasn’t sure if she’d been in the dingy room for hours or days. She thought it might have been at least a day or two because her kidnapper had had time to carve up both her arms and had fed her at least a few meals. The Slayer didn’t talk much but seemed to want to take her time with the torture. There was just as much time spent cleaning Mary’s wounds, feeding her, caring for her. And yes, her. It had been a surprise when Mary had gotten the first glimpse of her captor, who was a woman not much older than her. A woman who probably wouldn’t have looked out of place in one of those high society clubs. She was a classic beauty, and her expression was permanently fixed with a cold and remote stare. She never made eye contact with Mary, never made conversation. She only came in the room to carve more intricate designs in Mary’s flesh or to offer meals or medical aid.

Currently, Mary hadn’t seen the woman in awhile. She’d heard screams from somewhere else in the building and she couldn’t help but feel like she should be helping, not tied to a godforsaken chair. She was half-conscious and trying to call up the determination she’d had when she’d first come in, that knowledge that no matter what else happened, the people that mattered the most would hunt this woman down and make sure she didn’t hurt anyone else again. There had been a good amount of hope that they’d find her in time, but Mary was starting to lose hope. She was starting to let her mind wander down the darker path of what might happen to the people she loved if this didn’t have a happy ending. This was going to kill her parents, she knew that. And Johnny. What were the odds of something like this happening a second time to someone he cared for? And Rob. And Cas. There were a lot of people who were very good at blaming themselves and Mary couldn’t help but think that she was letting them all down.

Her head lolled to the side just a bit as she drifted in that half-conscious state, trying to get at least a little sleep before the torture started anew.

Aug. 6th, 2013


[info]of_letters

Looking after each other (Johnny, Max)

Rob hadn't called Mary; he was taking it slow. He also hadn't heard from Piotr in a while; was that taking it slow too? Then again, he knew that the Russian big guy had another mouth to feed - if he only knew, he might have felt a little differently about that whole relationship. As it was, he was only mildly curious with a small hint of disappointed that Piotr hadn't been around. Then again, Piotr owed him nothing.

The youngest Winchester had decided to get a bite near the docks. If he saw a certain dock worker, well, then he saw a certain dock worker. Plus, there weren't many places that served the fish stew Rob liked on rare occasions. He'd also been smart enough to avoid the suit; he went for the hardworking man's attire. He wanted to fit in while he wasn't stalking.

The Man of Letters had only intended to eat out in a very "exotic" spot. He was not at all prepared for what was coming his way as he stepped out of the bar, pub, hole in the wall to make his way home. He had a few books waiting on him there; he wanted to keep his translation skills up, especially for some of the older languages.

Jul. 26th, 2013


[info]metamorphose

Determination (Max)

It took him no time at all to unearth the newspaper that had the name of the PI who had been killed, and less time to get the information from the operator. Johnny left The Duchess holding a napkin with the address scrawled on it. He went on his bike, not giving a shit about who asked what, or what people might think. Fitting in was not on his agenda at the moment.

He needed to find Mary.

Hopefully, they would track her down before anything bad happened to her. Before she was touched at all beyond what it had taken to get her off the street. Johnny was realistic and had stopped hoping that she was off somewhere on her own. She would have returned long before her shift if that was the case. And if she'd gotten caught up in something, she would have found a way to call. He couldn't be certain that the serial killer - the New Dietrich Slayer - was the one who had her, but somebody did. Somebody was holding her against her will.

Johnny rolled up to the building that matched the address, and hoped that there was somebody he could talk to. A secretary, anybody. He wanted to look through the files. He wanted to see what was known. He'd done a lot like this in his time in Electric City, using what the police had in order to find the people they couldn't. All he had to do was convince whoever was in charge now to let him have a peek.

He opened the door and looked around, not seeing anybody immediately.

"Hello?" He felt antsy.

Jul. 25th, 2013


[info]metamorphose

Missing (Jo)

Johnny hadn't slept.

It wasn't a long enough period of time to determine if he didn't need to shut his brain off like a normal human being. One night wasn't a good indicator. He felt like shit as the sun rose, and couldn't really tell if it was because he had been sitting on the couch, waiting for the door to open, the sound of keys jingling to unlock, not sleeping or if it was because of the anxiety he'd been filled with the whole time.

He'd been turning the events of the night over and over in his head. Wondering if he'd done something wrong. Maybe she'd changed her mind over the course of their time together. Maybe she'd come to see him as nothing more than a friend. Their night at the movie might have been affection she lavished on those closest to her, and not the sort that went along with deeper feelings. Maybe he'd misread. And now it was him stepping over lines and boundaries.

This, of course, was not what she'd indicated when she'd left. But she might have been saying those things to be nice, hoping that he'd take the night to think things over and realize that it wasn't the time or place for those kind of feelings. Or maybe he'd realize that he didn't really feel those things, that they were just the product of the game that he and Mary had been playing for the rest of the world. Then she wouldn't have to let him down, gently or otherwise.

She'd said she'd be back, either way. And that's what Johnny was waiting for. For Mary to walk through the door of their shared space so he could tell her he was sorry. That if she didn't want that from him anymore, he'd let it go.

Johnny waited until noon for Mary to come back to the apartment. When she didn't show, he went up to the bar to ask Harry if she'd been seen there, and to wait for her. He knew that if she didn't find him in the apartment, she'd come upstairs. Then they could go back to the tiny basement dwelling and talk. In the mean time, he could use alcohol as a distraction, though it wouldn't do much for actual brain quieting, at least the ice and liquid would give him something new to look at. And maybe Harry would have work for him.

But Harry saw the worry and ordered Johnny to sit on the customer side of the bar. He glanced hopefully at the back door and the front every time Johnny did. He kept the talk light and far away from any subjects that might call her to mind, and continually supplied Johnny with new drinks. He didn't pry. He didn't ask if there had been a fight. Harry knew only that Mary had said she needed to take a walk by herself, and that Johnny was worrying about her.

As two pm approached and rolled by, Johnny's worry was in high gear. Surely Mary should have returned by now.

Jul. 22nd, 2013


[info]marygoround

And talking leads to... (Johnny)

After her mom had gone on her way, Mary headed down to the basement apartment. Johnny had seemed happy enough to take his leave early and avoid whatever Jo might have to say about the lie they’d been living. She wasn’t sure if she was hoping that Johnny would be awake or already sleeping.

Things had been a little uncomfortable since the night out that wasn’t supposed to be a date. He’d been quiet and a little bit sullen. She remembered enough to realize that she’d stepped over a line somewhere, so she was trying to give him a wide berth lately. Encouraging him to leave early some nights was one way. Going straight to bed when she got in after work and taking daily trips to the store instead of spreading out the grocery shopping so it was more of a weekly thing were other ways that she was giving him as much space as that tiny apartment could allow.

Which was why she half-expected Johnny to be feigning sleep or something along those lines when she got back after work. She put the key in the lock and did her best to quietly open the door, just in case feigning had turned to actual sleep.

Jul. 21st, 2013


[info]jo_beth

Generations (Jo, Mary, with a Johnny cameo)

A few days after she’d gotten the information about Mary’s whereabouts from Cas, Jo finally realized that she’d put it off all she could. She needed to see her daughter. She also needed to track down Dean, but that would come next. She knew Mary’s location and maybe it would be better to see Mary first anyway.

Once inside the bar, she didn’t go straight up to the counter. She spotted Johnny behind it and Mary was weaving in and out of tables, delivering orders and chatting with customers. They both looked at home here. If one didn’t know better, it would be easy to believe that they’d always lived in this time period, and that they belonged here.

Jo took a seat at a table and simply watched and waited quietly for Mary to notice and approach her. She would want to talk to Johnny too but she needed to work up to it all. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about the fact that he’d practically whisked Mary away from that diner and now they were still together. She was glad that he was watching out for her kid, but she was also... well, she couldn’t help but wonder what his intentions were and what Mary’s intentions were. She didn’t want to see either of them hurt and there was a bit of an ‘ew’ factor about a friend of hers dating her daughter. Especially when you figured in how old he’d be in Mary’s time.

Things are not as they seem... )

Jul. 8th, 2013


[info]of_little_faith

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.

Jul. 5th, 2013


[info]marygoround

(Not a) Date Night (Johnny)

Mary spent the rest of the week looking forward to Sunday. She didn't actively think about it, but every so often, it would just creep into her thoughts and make her smile. It wasn't a date. She'd reminded herself of that more than once. All the same, the thought of getting out to dinner and a movie and maybe taking her mind off things for a few hours. She had always loved movies. Losing herself in a story that almost always came wrapped up more neatly than life. Sitting in the dark for a couple hours and just focusing on someone else's life.

The dress itself was like something out of one of the old movies she'd watched as a kid. It was a darker gray so it could have been red or purple or something along those lines if there were colors. It was off the shoulder and fell to just below her knee. It fit her like a glove and she couldn't help but admire the dress in the mirror once as she was getting ready.

It was silly to spend so much time getting dolled up for something that wasn't a date, but she did it anyway. She would tell herself that it was simply playing the role that was expected of a newly married wife out on the town, but she knew deep down that there was probably another reason.

Her hair was curled neatly and pinned with an oversized jeweled flower. It was silly and girly, but it felt right for now. There was a little more make-up than usual too.

Finally, she realized that she was as ready as she'd ever be and stepped out of the bathroom to look for Johnny, who she could only hope hadn't been waiting too long.

Jul. 3rd, 2013


[info]marygoround

Of angels and things (Johnny/Mary, TBC in comments)

The discussion with Cas had revealed quite a bit more about the two former angels. Mary had also been able to straighten out the misconception that Johnny was her ‘mate.’ Though unfortunately, it seemed a little late for that since he’d already talked to Johnny and Mary could only assume that he’d used the same term with him. She just couldn't be sure how Johnny had taken it. At the meeting, he'd seemed unphased by the assumption, though there had been a lot going on. She could only assume that it was more uncomfortable when used in a one on one conversation by someone who was a part of her life. Worse, she wondered if he thought that she’d been the one to give Cas the idea that they were an item.

They'd fallen so easily into the charade of husband and wife that there were times when she had to remind herself that it was just that. That he'd made it clear that he couldn't make any promises, that he wasn't ready to be what the Johnny of her time had become to her. She was okay with that, but she could respect that it might be difficult for him to feel that way and then have others jumping to incorrect conclusions.

She stuck the key in the lock and let herself in, not quite sure where she would find the man whom she was currently sharing an address (and a fake name) with.

She headed into the kitchen first and fixed herself a drink with some gin that they’d been allowed to take home. She fixed Johnny a drink too, knowing full well that it wouldn’t do much for him unless they had 8 bottles of the stuff. It was still more of a comfort thing than anything. She returned and took a seat on the overstuffed armchair, setting his drink in front of him.

“I heard that you talked to Cas. I’m... sorry I didn’t get the chance to correct him about that whole ‘mate’ thing before you two talked.”

She could only assumed that that would have been awkward for Johnny, that assumption. They did have a precarious dance going on and people assuming things only made it more difficult for them to keep things platonic, assuming that was the correct word. He needed time, and she could respect that. Unfortunately, it was hard for others to understand what was going on unless she explained it. And explaining the circumstance meant explaining everything and while she understood that it probably needed to be done, she didn’t feel that it was her place to do so until he was ready.

Honey, I'm home! )

Jun. 21st, 2013


[info]metamorphose

Settling in (Castiel)

The Duchess was a pretty okay place to work. The crowd was pretty steady from about noon onward. The only ones who came in before that were the hardcore drunks. They usually sat by themselves and didn't bother anybody. They always paid their tab. They always left before the lunch crowd trickled in.

The bar served minimal food. Cold sandwiches and some hors d'oeuvre for those who felt the need. The lunch and early afternoon crowd tended to be more along the lines of the business folk. People taking meetings not in their offices, or taking clients out to soften them up for something. They weren't generally rowdy, and tipped well. They liked to show off, and part of that showing off was to know the bartender, so they were especially generous to Johnny. Or at least in front of the clients. Sometimes he saw them and they were alone, and they forgot his name or didn't leave much.

It was the night crowd that was truly diverse. It was a mixture of everything. Business men, those there with friends, the heavy drinkers. But as the night wore on, it filtered down to the rough ones. The bad drinkers, the fighters, the ones who wouldn't respect Mary or the other girls just on the basis of their gender. These were the ones Johnny really watched carefully.

He'd even taken to packing one of his guns at the small of his back, just to be sure. He knew that Mary carried hers, and that made him feel better. He just constantly found himself hoping the ones that groped never went for that leg.

Who knows what kind of commotion there would be if that was discovered.

At first it had been difficult to be accepting of the kinds of tips that they got. A couple of pennies here and there, a nickel sometimes, occasionally even a dime, quarters were rare, mostly coming from the businessmen looking to impress. But he and Mary eventually realized what time they were stuck in and the kinds of things that could be bought for a penny, so they stopped being so annoyed by it. Johnny found himself feeling like a rich man on the occasions that a fifty cent piece found its way to him, and astonished when he saw a full dollar left on the bar.

Johnny turned all his tips over to Mary at the end of the night, so that she could go buy what they needed to get. She fought with him that he could do his own damned shopping, right up until he reminded her of the times and how absurd it would look for him to be wandering around a grocery store. She also went clothes shopping for him, though she wasn't allowed in the men's suit stores. That he had to do himself.

She picked up sheets and towels and other items that were needed around the small apartment, food, and what medical supplies she could just to have them around. She got him what clothes she could, while he got the rest.

Harry liked them both. He would stay and chat with the pair for a while as they opened the bar, and kept saying that they all needed to get together and have dinner one night. He even gave Johnny the go ahead to look out for another bartender. Not giving him the power to hire, just the power to choose. It was a little scary how easily Johnny and Mary slid into the life.

He was starting a new day, Harry had just left, when he glanced up at the opening door, trying to see who was coming in right now.

"We're not quite open yet. You can sit at a table and wait if you'd like, just know that if you try anything stupid, I've got full permission to kick your ass." He said it a bit offhandedly. He wasn't even looking up anymore.

Jun. 15th, 2013


[info]firstloved

Scouting (Mary)

He was more than satisfied with the area that he'd been placed in. Every city this size had a seedy underbelly, ripe with sin and corruption. People hiding shameful secrets. Delicious things that he enjoyed so very much.

Lucifer was not opposed to flexing his power when he needed anything, either. So while he'd not turned up on this world with anything to call his own save for the clothing on his back, it didn't take him but a couple of hours to secure a place to stay, a nice car to drive, and a wardrobe befitting a prince. Not to mention a fine box of cigars that would have an embargo on them in a few years.

The Morningstar cruised in the black 1930's Bentley 8-Litre Gurney Nutting Sportsman Coupe that he'd acquired from a showroom, taking a snails pace and enjoying the sights and sounds of the life around him. There was freedom, and then there was freedom.

As he passed from one street to the next, Lucifer felt like he was being pulled toward a particular place. When he saw the sign for The Duchess, he felt like he'd arrived. Parking was easy enough. He just charmed another guy out of the spot he'd been about to take.

It was with an otherworldly grace that he entered the establishment with. He glanced around a moment, before finding a table and sitting himself down. It wasn't, as some might have expected of him, in the shadows or in the back. He picked a spot where he would be seen. Then he waited for service.

Jun. 14th, 2013


[info]marygoround

Give me shelter in the storm (Johny)

The bike ride helped take the edge of things, but eventually it was back to reality. And reality was that they were all stuck on some 1940s fetishizing planet. Worse than that, they didn't seem to have been given places to stay this time around. Mary just hoped that that meant that there wouldn't be as many creatures to worry about after dark. Unfortunately, her cynicism was already at war with her hope there.

The sun had already set by the time they got back to the diner. She checked in with Jo and avoided Dean, hoping that her mother would pass on the message to her dad. Jo wasn't thrilled with the idea of splitting up for the night, but Mary made the point that it would be a lot easier for people to find shelter in pairs. Besides, she was pretty sure that her parents might end up just camping out in the Impala and she didn't much like the idea of trying to sleep in the front seat.

She really didn't like the idea of doing that and leaving Johnny to fend for himself. Even if he could probably handle most if not all that this world might throw at him, she didn't like it all the same.

So once the unpleasant parental conversation was taken care of, Mary left the diner yet again and looked up at the cowboy who was looking a little less cowboy-like and a little more... dapper, maybe?

"So, where to now?"

There was a little bit of a purse to her lips, just the faintest hint of worry. She'd almost always had a false credit card or three to fall back on. This was new territory entirely. Perhaps it was forward to assume that they actually would end up finding somewhere to stay together, but she had just found him again not too long ago. She didn't want to let him out of her sight just yet. So unfortunately he'd probably just have to have that awkward conversation with her if he wanted his space for the night.

Jun. 8th, 2013


[info]metamorphose

Suddenly (Mary)

There was the meeting, and then there was... a diner.

Johnny sat up straight and sudden, his head whipping around to see what the new surroundings were. One hand was on a gun, but stalled there when he glanced down to see what he was wearing. His typical suit was gone. Replaced with a different, vintage cut. His hat was nowhere to be seen. There were no boots on his feet, only shiny black shoes.

His eyes took in everyone around him, noting that they'd all apparently been dumped in the same spot. Slowly, his brain registered that all he was seeing was devoid of color. Even with all the new information, he couldn't take a moment to rest. There was one face that he needed to see.

The vigilante pushed out of the booth and turned in a circle, scanning the room. Jo, Dean, Cas... there she was. He moved to where Mary sat, relieved to see her. Now ready to take in the rest of it completely, since he was certain she was here and unharmed.

A lot of information had been spilled on them in a short amount of time, and nobody had had a chance to process it before they'd been moved on. He expected that Mary wouldn't be in the best of shape, and he planned to do whatever he could to make her feel better.

May. 31st, 2013


[info]iskupit

Meeting Part Two (Everybody)

Eventually, Piotr decided that enough socializing had gone on. People knew that their friends and loved ones were here with them, and that was a good thing. They could catch up further later, however. If he didn't interrupt, the meeting would go on far longer than anybody wanted it to. He'd provided some snacks, but no actual food. There would be a need for actual food at some point.

He cleared his throat to get the attention of everybody present.

"We are all here right now for the same purpose." Piotr's voice wasn't loud, but it was demanding. His accent cut through everything else easily. The edges of it were sharp, the middles heavy. He wouldn't, couldn't be ignored. "All of us were brought to this place, world or dimension, and we have all been seeking answers since we woke up. It is time to share what we have found."

He smiled a little at Mary, at Cas, then at Rob, still not giving up his position.

"I will do this in the most orderly manner that I can, so we can get the information and compare notes as needed."

Piotr turned to Castiel, who had spoken up first.

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