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Aruraliel ([info]blackeyedangel) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2015-05-08 22:20:00

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Entry tags:!closed, dean winchester, ~aruraliel, ~claire novak

Who: Rory and Claire Novak
Where: The city
What: Rory finds a new arrival
When: Friday evening
Rating: TBD
Open: To Isabel and Dean
Status: Ongoing
Rory needed to take a walk. He thought that moving into his own place was a good idea but it was quiet and he hated that. He was actually contemplating asking if he could go back home, but he needed to think about it. To really think about it. And that required some walking.

He left the apartment building and turned right, then just started walking. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, just used his senses to keep him from running into things. He let his mind drift as he thought about everything. About why he moved out in the first place, all of it. He just needed time to think.



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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-09 04:06 am UTC (link)
Disoriented wasn't for the word for the state Claire found herself in, but it came close. Disgruntled was more appropriate, because of the required anger-factor, however there was also the distinct feeling that she'd been yanked out of a fever dream and dropped into a bad-trip. Whether it was nerves or some physical side effect from whatever she'd just been through wasn't clear, but Claire's knees felt about as solid and cooperative as old jello. They stumbled her through what could only be called an alley- an alley she didn't remember ever being, and plowed her through a set of trash cans that spilled their contents onto the walk. She would've followed right after if she hadn't caught the corner of the building with one hand

"You- Hey!" Panting and wild-eyed, she called at the only body she saw, a dark haired man not far down the sidewalk. She started for him, willing her legs to fucking work- if someone had drugged her, there was going to be a goddamn reckoning. "Weird question- where the hell am I right now?"

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[info]blackeyedangel
2015-05-09 04:19 am UTC (link)
It took Rory a second to realize someone was talking to him, but the voice broke through and he looked up. "Where..." He sighed. A new arrival. Great.

"Not really sure what to call it other than the city. We're....on an island in the middle of nowhere."

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-09 04:33 am UTC (link)
Claire's boots scuffed to an awkward stop. She stared at him, blinking... as if running his words through her head seventeen more times would force them to make sense.

"You're...not sure."

Nope. Saying them out loud didn't help either. Claire's hands found her hips- she sighed hard enough to drop her shoulders with the effort, dislodging her hair from it's drape across her shoulder, revealing the top half of a very specific pentacle tattoo, right above the neckline of her tank. The calf-dusting hooded cardigan she wore shifted when her hand inched closer to the hilted angel blade, hidden by the fabric. Hopefully, intimidation wasn't going to be needed.

"Dude. Think you could be just a little more specific? One minute I'm in a Talahassee pitstop bathroom- now I'm here. I feel like I'm in a fuckin' fever dream."

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[info]blackeyedangel
2015-05-09 04:35 am UTC (link)
Rory was about to say something when he noticed the tattoo. The very recognizable tattoo. He reached over and pushed at her shirt to show the rest of it. "Where'd you get that?"

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-09 04:45 am UTC (link)
Claire must have been disoriented, because the hand reaching toward her got way too close before she was able to react- that being a snapped step back and a properly handled angel's sword extended straight at the hollow of the man's throat from her stiff left arm.

"Don't touch me," she warned with steel in her eyes, but they contained enough clarity to show she didn't want to hurt him. Not until he gave her more of a reason.

"Call it an occupational necessity," she informed him about the tattoo. "Why."

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[info]blackeyedangel
2015-05-09 04:52 am UTC (link)
"My dad and Uncle have the same tattoo." He looked at her. He knew that if he showed his demon side, he'd get that blade in the throat in a heartbeat. But he needed her to know he wasn't human. So instead, he showed his wings, keeping his eyes on her and hoping that she didn't have a grudge against angels.

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-09 05:12 am UTC (link)
"Wait... your dad and uncle-" Claire's voice trailed off, the blade lowering. The sun-ringed pentacle wasn't exactly a piece of fashion ink. Only a certain class of people knew what they meant. She was about to ask him for more details when a pair of shadowy black wings flitted behind his back.

That was a game-changer. Claire's eyes had been a little frayed before- now they snapped wide, hard enough to stumble back two steps from him, as if she'd been hit with a cattle prod.

Her insides felt that way, in any case. Twisted and electrified. Seeing something she hadn't seen in a long time, that instantly enflamed every horrible memory in her head. Suddenly the shock in her gaze hardened by anger. She brandished Tamiel's sword at him again, this time with much more determination and grit.

"Angels don't have dads or uncles," she hissed, but didn't advance. Not yet. "Not in the sense I know- and I fuckin' know angels. So what the hell did you mean."

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[info]blackeyedangel
2015-05-09 05:15 am UTC (link)
"I'm not your typical angel." He then blinked and his eyes turned black, like a demon's, though his wings still showed. "My name is Aruraliel. I'm the son of Meg Masters and Castiel. My mother died when I was born and my father passed me off to the Winchesters because he didn't want to handle raising me." He then blinked and his eyes changed again, his wings disappearing. "Sam and Dean raised me. Trained me to be a hunter."

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-09 05:25 am UTC (link)
And Claire thought she couldn't be any more confused. Now... now she was disorientated. First, the eyes... demon eyes. With black wings. Then the names she knew, one of them better than her own. Castiel had been inside her soul- she'd housed the angel of that name, and known the voices of Heaven before he abandoned her, then took her real father away.

And the Winchesters. Sam and Dean, rolling off this...hybrid's lips. Every synapse in Claire's brain was firing at once, screaming for it all to be a lie- she didn't want to believe him, but there was too much... too much she couldn't possibly deny. Claire's lips fell apart as if for words, but the air had been sucked out of her lungs. They closed, then opened again with the same result- her sword arm falling, as if forgotten, back to her side.

"I can't... This is..." Her eyes finally fell away from him, focused internally. Then, it clicked.

"I'm dead..." She looked at him. "Am I dead?" Then, she looked around. "Maybe not dead... Coma." Back to him. "I'm in a goddamn coma, aren't I... there's no way anyone could pull those names out of anywhere except my head."

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[info]blackeyedangel
2015-05-09 05:33 am UTC (link)
Rory just stood quietly and watched her as she processed. He could have read her thoughts if he wanted but he didn't. He only ever did that with permission anymore. Though occasionally he did it with Dean even without permission, but never anything that the man wouldn't want Rory to know anyway.

"Afraid not." He shook his head. "I don't know how else to prove it." He reached into his pocket slowly and pulled out his phone. "This has a list of everyone on the island on it. Dean's here. And a few others."

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-09 05:54 am UTC (link)
He could tell her she wasn't dreaming all he wanted- the problem was, in her current state, there simply was no way to prove otherwise. Claire was on the edge of fucking fainting, just by turning the idea that Castiel had fathered this... being in front of her...around in her head. Add to it the notion of Dean and Sam raising him?

Claire didn't even look at the phone. She just shook her head, as if that would wake her up.

"No- Cass would've said something," she almost growled, gritting the words through her teeth. "This isn't real. He would've told me I had a fucking half brother..."

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[info]blackeyedangel
2015-05-09 05:56 am UTC (link)
That caused Rory to take a step back. "Wait, what?" Now it was his turn to have a hard time wrapping his head around something. It wasn't often he was thrown, not anymore, but this time....

"Who are you?"

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-09 06:00 am UTC (link)
"Claire Novak-" she ground out, her voice nearly cracking as she just barely kept it together. All her normal caution, all her natural tendency to keep her cards close, and several years of never saying her full given name out loud to a stranger all went out the window. She had one foot in the grave- she had to have, if she was dreaming on this level of fucked up.

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(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-09 06:05 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-09 06:18 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-09 06:21 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-09 06:49 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-09 06:57 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-09 03:51 pm UTC
((I play Isabel too lol)) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-10 02:55 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-10 03:11 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-10 03:15 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-10 03:46 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-10 03:52 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-10 04:12 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-10 04:15 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-10 06:24 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-10 06:38 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-10 06:47 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]isabellane, 2015-05-10 06:51 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-10 07:09 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]cram_it_ugly, 2015-05-10 08:46 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-10 02:19 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-10 04:33 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]cram_it_ugly, 2015-05-10 07:19 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-10 07:31 pm UTC
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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-10 07:40 pm UTC (link)
Claire watched both of them like a hawk as they came back through the door, but her eyes mostly kept themselves trained on Dean. Dean- whom she hadn't seen in more than five years now, somehow looked younger than he had the last time they met. Not by much, but it was still quite noticeable. Definitely not someone in a hard life that should've aged him considerably more. Dean Winchester was at least fifteen years older than her- probably twenty. Right now, he looked barely thirty years old, and that was unnerving in a lot of ways. Certainly didn't make her feel any better about this place. Normally, she would've gotten up and hugged him.

Now, she watched him like he was the result of some bad magic brownies.

"You look a bit young to be a dad," she commented when they got to the table, her voice dry as a stale saltine.

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[info]cram_it_ugly
2015-05-11 06:07 am UTC (link)
Dean snorted when Rory held the door for him, but stepped through it anyway. "Well, the not real crap takes a little while to wear off too." It had him anyway. Some days he thought this was still some sick twisted nightmare. Especially with as many times as he had to mourn Sam. And Jo.

He probably wouldn't have known what to do if she hugged him. Watching him was something he could definitely deal with better. "Yeah, well... I'm not. I'll have you know I'm old enough to... Have a kid." He fumbled. He was old enough to have a kid that was her age the last time he saw her. What had she been, twelve?

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[info]isabellane
2015-05-11 12:04 pm UTC (link)
Isabel came out of the kitchen with a plate carrying two pieces of cherry pie and a large scoop of vanilla ice cream. She set that down on the table along with another cup of coffee and gave Dean a small smile. "There you go."

Rory took a seat, saying nothing for the time being. He'd speak up if he was needed but he wasn't going to leave.

Isabel took one last look around the table, deciding everyone had what they needed before heading back into the kitchen to give them some privacy.

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-11 01:22 pm UTC (link)
"That kid?"

With eyebrows arched high over large blue eyes- the same color as Rory's- Claire twitched a nod at the angel/demon bastard. Not that she had anything particularly against him, save for having the bad misfortune to be the first one to stumble across her. And negate almost everything she knew to be true- simply by existing.

Dean was the only thing here she understood as real so far, and here he was... almost her goddamn age. And from what she could tell, Rory's age, too. Saying he'd been raised by the Winchester brothers made no fucking sense. That's why she was calling it into question.

"Maybe you can tell me what the hell is going on here in a way that doesn't make me think I took a header down a really long set of stairs... but forgive me if I'm skeptical."

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[info]cram_it_ugly
2015-05-11 10:28 pm UTC (link)
"Pie! More pie!" He called out to Isabel as she disappeared back into the kitchen. He was sure one piece wasn't going to get him through this remeeting. He almost didn't want her to leave. She would be some barrier between him and the girl that seemed so much more grumpy than the last time he'd seen her.

Dean sat in the seat Is had placed the piece of pie in front of. Eyeing Claire as he did. "Maybe not that kid, but me and Sam raised him in some future back home." So that made Rory his, enough in his eyes. He'd keep Mary Ellen to himself for now. She obviously had some chip on her shoulder, and he'd be damned if he gave that kind of information to someone that could hurt him in an unimaginable way if she had the urge.

"What did he tell you?"

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[info]isabellane
2015-05-11 10:46 pm UTC (link)
Isabel sighed and brought out the rest of the pie, setting it on the table.

"You're gonna get fat if you keep this up, sugar." She shook her head, pausing long enough to squeeze Dean's shoulder.

Rory chuckled but still kept quiet.

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-11 10:52 pm UTC (link)
A long sigh made Claire's nostrils flare like an angry bull. She closed her eyes for a moment, then reopened then in hopes that maybe it might help make things clearer. It didn't. Dean was still scowling in front of her, like a personality mirror reflecting her own confusion, with a distinct note of plain distrust that was not there the last time she saw him- he looked like he didn't even recognize her...

And of course Rory was still there, existing.

"Before we go into what he told me-" which was, she suspected, some kind of truth. As fucked up as it was, she knew when things were lying, which is probably why she was having such a hard time. "-let's pretend that up until about an hour ago, I was from a reality where phrases like 'I raised my friend's future angel-demon hybrid kid in the future but he's here now' don't make any damn sense... okay?" There. Her perspective laid out loud and clear, hopefully.

"Not to mention the fact that said hybrid is apparently my half-sibling- that after more than ten years of serious psychological shit I was working out through killing things- I never knew about. Who happens to find right after I'm sucked into a different dimension!"

Damn right she was grumpy. Claire practically stabbed her pie.

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[info]cram_it_ugly
2015-05-12 03:13 am UTC (link)
Dean took a moment to be a little bit of a pig. He knew he was being one, leaning back in his seat as Isabel walked away. Better to look at her ass than Claire's tits, right? "Not if you help me work it off I wont." He called back to her. Teasing. Mostly.

Her tirade didn't go unnoticed. But once he had a bite of pie, he was a little calmed. Isabel's pie had that effect. "Last time I saw you... Was when a bunch of jackasses were trying to use you and your Mom against Cas." And that was the gist of it. She knew what happened. Rory probably did too, there was no point in rehashing.

"So don't take shit out on him, he didn't bring you here." He didn't care what she said to him, but his kids were off limits. "What I have with him doesn't have to make sense to you. It makes sense to me. And I don't have to answer to anyone about it." He pointed his finger at Rory. To be sure that there was no other 'him' that she wouldn't be confused with anyone else.

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-12 03:33 am UTC (link)
Isabel wasn't the only one who noticed that look, or the comment that went with it. Claire's head listed toward one shoulder, her expression deadpan and more than a little judgmental. Not about being a pig, but for being a pig when they were in the middle of a fairly important fucking conversation.

"Well that explains a few things- considering the last time I saw you was my eighteenth birthday, right after we buried my mother," she started right back in on him without missing a beat. Dean Winchester could be intimidating as fuck- she'd seen powerful things run from his name alone. But Claire was angry, confused, and felt strangely betrayed. "I got this as a present- after skewering the bastard that fed on her for two years then killed her." Fast as any well versed with the weapon, Claire unsheathed the angel sword- not the shorter, gladius-like angel blade, but the blade wielded by archangels themselves- and buried it's tip in the floor between her and Dean's feet. She let the handle go and pointed right back at him.

"And I didn't say shit about him, besides the truth as it is to me- and since you're the only person I thought I knew here, the quicker I deal with it, the quicker you can get past it. So work with me, and help me understand this shit, because I'm not fucking going anywhere."

She huffed, sitting back in her chair with her hands clenched on her thighs.

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[info]cram_it_ugly
2015-05-12 05:23 am UTC (link)
Dean's tough guy facade melted just a little bit. "I'm sorry Claire." He hadn't known. He figured she turned hunter to hunt Cas. What was that saying about assumptions? "But I don't know anything about that. I've been here for right around three years, and..." He shook his head. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and yanked it out of the floor. Intent on keeping it. Because it was a threat to the boy that sat at the table with them, and another he felt partially responsible for. And god knew who else.

"And him has a name. It's Aruraliel. Or Rory if that's too hard." With a puff of his cheeks he nodded. "Besides that, I'm not sure I can help you deal with whatever you're trying to deal with. We all got to accept this on our own time, or you don't accept it. And you go fucking insane." It was the blunt way to put it, but there it was.

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[info]angelhearted
2015-05-12 05:53 am UTC (link)
He may have been intent on keeping that sword, but Claire had a different idea- one fueled by the knee-jerk reaction of someone about to have their livelihood ripped away. And of someone who had trained herself on that livelihood hours a day, every day for nearly a decade. He'd barely pulled it free when Claire's hands snapped out, one cinching his wrist with an awkward (and painful) jolt forward while the other twisted the blade into the blow and away from his grip. In all of half a second, she'd stood up and disarmed Dean, and glaring a wild-eyed warning at him to not touch her shit again. Claire sheathed the weapon to it's hilt on her hip.

Only then did a little of the metal in her shoulders loosen, and the barbed wire in her eyes unwind. She was still a dangerous sort of calm, but it was just as much hurt as it was anger, and she was thoroughly done with this dead end where she'd hoped there would be support.

Instead, she'd found more suspicion, and abandonment.

"Got it. Loud and fuckin' clear," she said lowly, something hard and painful twisting in her gut started for the diner door. "Thanks for the help."

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[info]isabellane
2015-05-12 05:59 am UTC (link)
Isabel hadn't intended on eaves dropping, but the point was that she had been. She was ready to react when the girl grabbed Dean, but figured he'd want to handle that. When Claire started walking toward the door, though, that set her to action. She came around the counter and waved her hand. The doors shut tightly with a thud and there was the obvious sound of the lock clicking.

"You might want to sit back down, sugar." She then crossed her arms.

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(no subject) - [info]cram_it_ugly, 2015-05-12 06:33 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-12 06:59 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-12 07:05 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]cram_it_ugly, 2015-05-12 07:52 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-12 08:22 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-12 02:15 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]cram_it_ugly, 2015-05-12 10:40 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]isabellane, 2015-05-12 11:25 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]cram_it_ugly, 2015-05-13 03:23 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-13 04:32 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-14 04:29 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-14 05:07 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]blackeyedangel, 2015-05-14 05:15 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]angelhearted, 2015-05-14 05:23 am UTC


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