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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-08 17:13:00

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arrival, complete, day 10, dean winchester, sam anders

Day 10: Enter Sandyman
Who: Dean Winchester & Sam Anders
When: About 4pm
What: Unceremonious Entry
Where: Somewhere sandy
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: Complete

The light was creeping shyly over the windowsill, little by little. Dean sat facing the approaching dawn, eyes blank and unfocused, a bottle in one hand resting on the edge of the nightstand. The golden liquid was beginning to catch the sunlight as it ventured further upward. If one had come upon him sitting frozen in thought, one might have thought he had fallen asleep sitting up, eyes open. Stranger things had happened in this world and he knew that. But sleep had not touched him all night long. Even the pint of José Cuervo he’d ingested had done nothing to drown him onto the dreamless sleep he’d wanted.

It had been a week since she had crushed him. For all his clever thinking and sincere desire not to lie to her, he had not been able to convince her he was serious. It surprised him still how easily she had eviscerated him. He knew he had been in love with her. She was the only girl for whom he had ever seriously considered leaving the hunting behind and settling down to their allotted 2.5 kids and white picket fence.

Now he was nowhere and he was actually fine with that. If only he could numb the dull ache he was trying to pretend didn’t exist. And he would’ve been successful at ignoring it if it weren’t for the fact there was nothing to do at the moment. There were no leads on the voodoo priestess he was tracking. If he was honest, there might have been leads but he had probably missed them. He was getting morose and this deep introspection was giving him a headache.

The bottle of liquor slid from his fingers, falling across the nightstand and startling him to attention. Immediately, instinctively, Dean was in a defensive stance, fists raised, his weight forward on the balls of his feet. His body had reacted faster than his mind and in the next second when his mind had caught up, he relaxed and rubbed his eyes. Shaking his head, shoulders slumped forward he growled at himself, "You're losing it, dude. Get a grip."

Unknotting the towel from around his waist, he cleaned up the liquor on the nightstand and picked up the bottle. With a firm resolve he pushed the lingering chick-flick broken-heartedness from his mind and, standing naked in front of the window, toasted the sun with a long swallow from the bottle. "Time to move."

And indeed he did move. Though not in any direction he was truly figuring on going. It felt more like his navel had been sucked inward and he'd turned several somersaults through whipped cream or perhaps stardust? The last thought on his mind was to grab at the pair of jeans on the side of the bed.

Which turned out to be a very excellent idea, all things considered. Planted face down in the sand, Dean turned his head to the side and coughed, sputtering as water flew into his nostrils and mouth. He couldn't open his eyes as sand pelted him in a whirlwind-like fashion convincing him once and for all he had found a portal to hell inside a hotel room. Dad had been on to something making him and Sam stay in them by themselves when they were young. He'd been avoiding being sucked into one himself in the middle of the night. And no hell would take children, would it?

Releasing the bottle of Cuervo and his jeans, he wiped his eyes and sat up, feeling the harsh sand on his bare buttocks and cussing under his breath. Since when did hell have sand? Carefully opening his eyes beneath the shield of his hand, Dean took a look around. No. Definitely not hell. But it was damn well hellish. Not to mention creepy as all get out that he was here now when moments ago he'd been in the hotel room.

"Oh wait," Dean groaned. "I must've had more than I thought. I'm never drinking again... well not this much at least."

Reaching for his pants, he attempted a one-legged shuffle to shimmy into them before anyone found him naked in the middle of a hurricane. That would be one story he'd rather keep for himself and not savor for posterior - er posterity.

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hellsboy
2008-08-26 04:29 pm UTC (link)

Dean shook Sam's hand and replied, "Yes, I hunt bad guys. I wouldn't hunt you. You're not a bad guy." He looked curiously at Sam. "Are you?" He grinned.

"I highly doubt you're some kind of demon or monster underneath all that human looking skin. You're safe, buddy. Besides I remember you saying we couldn't kill anything. So I'm guessing we won't find many ghosts and goblins here."

He was trying to make light of what he did. Make it sound like it was sort of Halloween and nonchalant. He didn't want to sound too nuts even if Sam had seemed to overlook his near drunken state. He hiccuped and laughed at himself, shaking his head. What a life he had. And now this place. What was next? It could only get better, he guessed.

"So you're married, huh? She sounds special if she'd raise such a ruckus we'd all know she was here already. Lucky guy." Dean tapped Sam's shoulder lightly with his fist. "You have a crew? I haven't seen anyone but you, bro. And you've only seen that Xeno-whatchamacallit?"

He stopped and thought for a moment. "Are you sure she's not the one running the place? If she is, I'll bet she has your ship. Or she knows who does." Dean hiccuped again. At least his head wasn't spinning anymore. He could use some sleep though. Maybe. He didn't want to underestimate anything here. He might close his eyes and end up somewhere else entirely new. He'd just found an ally. No, he decided, no sleep just yet.

"In any case, we should go find your ship. Don't you think?"

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ex_samanders312
2008-08-26 04:53 pm UTC (link)

Sams stomach twisted when Dean laughed off the idea of him being anything less than a man, when in all reality he could pass for a man. Sam wasn't even sure if there were any real advantages to his state in this world. In his own the only one's he'd really found were that he was a bit of a wanted comodity whoever held the trust of he and his.. siblings? held the power. The strength may have been there, he hadnt really had the chance to test that out yet. On more than one occasion he'd thought about trying to figure out what it was that made him different but he'd seen the other's bleed and die, even have children and love. He could love he knew that for damn sure. Either way he was glad that Dean had laughed off the idea. "Yeah..haha" Sam joined him

"Kara though if you do happen to run into her I suggest calling her Starbuck. I'm not really sure she'd want to see me right now even if she was here." Sam pulled his hand back through is hair to take if off his face. "It's complicated." He looked up at Dean with a half smile. "What about you? You said you have a brother.. "

Sam mulled over his points for a moment. "You're right. She didnt seem like that much of a threat but she was a trained fighter, you could tell by what she was wearing and.. I dont know. She was from earth, you all look a little strange to me." He squinted then shook his head. "I think we need to find her and watch her for a while. See what she does. I dont think it would be wise to attack before we know just what we're dealing with here."

Sam sighed wishing he knew more about this place it acted as if it was.. alive. "I mean, have you seen one of the little..mud being things that run this place? I almost tripped over one earlier." He shivered at the thought of it. They were peaceful enough. Kind and rather forgiving of his fumble but he'd never seen anything like it in his gods for saken life, and he'd seen a lot.

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