themoosehunter (themoosehunter) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-02-12 19:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *cindy, *tama, dean winchester, sam winchester |
Sam had found this whole thing hard to believe at first. Picking up a magical coin was surprisingly the least surprising thing he'd done in a long while, seeing as how he'd been walking around without his soul for some time and had been married briefly to a fangirl. Scratch that. Super fangirl. That probably was the best thing to describe Becky. However, if he was being called in to fight whatever war was happening here, then it must be pretty serious. His initial instinct was to reach for his cell phone and to call Dean, but as he fumbled for his phone in his pocket, Sam frowned as he realized he must have dropped it in transit. A quick check told him that he did still have some weapons on him, at the very least. A dagger, salt bullets, holy water, a Bible that he usually kept on him with some exorcisms scribbled in the margins. A quick check of the network told him that Dean was also here. Good. It just mattered when he was from, that was the question. A quick read through told him that people were brought here from all different times and places in their timeline, which was unusual, but it made sense all at the same time. He arrived here not in a suit; however, he was wearing his usual flannel jacket, blue jeans and a shirt that would definitely show off his muscular body. A comfortable pair of tennis shoes were on his feet. And no Becky or wedding ring in sight. Good. For half a moment when he'd woken, he'd thought that he would have been dragged here by her in some attempt to get him back even after they'd patched things up. Now then. He didn't think he'd have to wait too long for Dean to show up. Hopefully, his brother wouldn't find the closest thing to a strip club right away and would instead try to find someone he knew on the network. |