ben winchester ❤'s his car. and his wife! (inhisfootsteps) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-09-27 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben braeden-winchester (future plot), ruby |
WHO: Ben Braeden-Winchester, Ruby
WHERE: L.A. streets
WHEN: Wednesday, September 27, 2006; 6 p.m.
WHAT: Future!Ben arrives, identities are mistaken and confusion, suspicion and lulz are had.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: thread; in-progress!
At 6:00:35 p.m., the world changed around Ben Braeden-Winchester without him even realizing what had happened. It wasn't for lack of observation skills, because right now, the eldest son of Dean Winchester was using every last skill his father, uncle, grandfather, aunt and more had taught him because people he loved were missing. It was that the change in timeline hadn't even interrupted the mostly empty stretch of street he was on, and very few landmarks in this are of the city had changed much since he was a kid. Spotting a familiar brunette making her way down a sidewalk, Ben slowed sharply and pulled the Impala up to the curb – towzone, but he wouldn't be here long anyhow – and called out to her. "Ruby! Hey, over here!" Slipping up and out the window, he parked his backside on the door like a seat, with one arm casually resting on the top of the Impala, clearly expecting the demon woman to stop, turn around and come to the car. Might as well give her a ride to the next demon bar or wherever her part of the search was supposed to go next. "Still nothing, goddammit." He dropped his head into his free hand, growling in exhausted frustration. "I don't know how much more of this shit I can take, Ruby. Nat and Megan and all the rest are out there and they're doing God knows what to them and I didn't-." Protect them. Keep them safe. Those two and all the kids he collected to him like his own little posse (or gaggle of girls in many situations) to protect and teasingly harass, to treat with varying degrees and types of affection and attention. He was supposed to make sure as few bad things happened to them as possible as, realistically, bad things inevitably happened. But he hadn't been able to minimize this. Shaking his head to clear off the unwanted 'emo', he looked up at her, still not realizing she wasn't exactly who he thought she was because she looked no different. "What about you, find anything? Anything at all?" |