Characters: Lisa and Alex Setting: Magician's home and then the pub. Content: Nothing bad. Summary: The two have a drink.
Throwing a jacket over her shoulders, Lisa flipped her hair over the collar and tugged it down over her slender form. She wasn't one to normally go out for a drink, especially as a mother taking care of a son, but Ben wasn't here and she had just gotten a ton of shit dumped on her slender shoulders. Not only had a magician dragged her ass here, all, but kidnapped her away from her son, her life and on top of all of it her life was a lie. Well, not all of it. Most of her memories were still intact correctly, but when it came to Dean, there were a lot of blanks.
Too many blanks.
He told her everything. Everything he had made her forget and then some. The monsters she dreamed about as a child were real. The ones she told Ben didn't exist were real and Dean had made her forget it all. Forget him and apparently the life they had built together when his brother, Sam, had sacrificed himself to save the world. He recalled it to her perfectly, but she didn't remember anything. Nothing. So, where did that leave her? Confused as hell and having a drink with someone she barely knew, but it could have been worse. She could have committed suicide or something.
Without saying a word to her roommates, the raven haired woman headed out, taking the stairs down and pausing by the front door to wait. Most confusing of all? Alec looked like Dean. The man who had told her a good majority of her life had been a lie. What gave him the right to make that choice? It didn't seem fair, but even though they looked the same, Alec and Dean were different. Alec didn't make her forget everything, even if it was horrible. She folded her arms upon her chest and waited for the man that looked exactly identical to Dean.