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Tweak says, "I love you Sydney"

John Winchester (aka_elroy) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-04 10:43:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, sam winchester

Who: John Winchester and the prodigal sons.
What: Being a tourist
When: Ten hundred hours
Where: Tower of London
Warnings: Its the Winchesters, they might cuss, they might kill something.

After Samantha had left John wasn't feeling like sleep. The fact was he hadn't slept that much since he'd been here. The first night he'd been back he had slept well, the feel of a mattress was almost too good to be true. For the last week or so he hadn't spent more then three hours with his eyes closed though. He'd checked out the portkeys after Bobby had left, done some research on the things. There weren't any known fatalities related to people using 'em. Bobby and the boys used them, so he figured he could give it a shot.

He didn't have much time to make his meeting in London with the boys once Samantha left. He finished off a beer and left his place, finding the portkey on the outskirts of Vegas. Stepping through it he held his breath but it didn't even feel like anything. Turning around he narrowed his eyes, working hard to make his mind accept it was in London now.

"Well I'll be damned." Making his way to the Tower he looked over the river, the skyline of the old city surrounding him. There was plenty of time until ten hundred, the boys had gotten his message before he'd left. Stepping up to the gate for the Tower he bought a ticket, walking inside with a brochure and a map of the place. Alive and in London, what were the odds of that?

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wnchestrgeekboy
2008-07-04 06:33 pm UTC (link)

Sam exited the Tube station not too far from the Tower. The bridge was there, like it always had been and he could see the lines of the tourists already forming. He wondered when he'd stopped considering himself one of them.

He turned around to see his brother, very glad for his familiar presence. The both of them were sort of nervous about seeing their Dad again, only it was coming out in that patented old standby behavior of passive agressiveness.

"Dude. Stop preening. You want me to get you some sparkly lip gloss or something?"

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	doubleup 2008-07-04 06:42 pm UTC (link)
	Dean just rolled his eyes at his brother and shoved his hands into his pockets so he'd stop fussing with his hair. He shuffled forward a bit, looking up at the Tower. "You know, I'm not a geek like you, but this place is pretty badass." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	aka_elroy 2008-07-04 06:50 pm UTC (link)
	John watched as the boys walked closer. Fussing with each other the way brothers do he shook his head slightly. Typical of them. Hiding behind his sunglasses he waited for them to figure out where he was. He hadn't spent all that money on Where's Waldo books for them for nothing. Looking at his map he acted the part of any other tourist, looking up at the Tower. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wnchestrgeekboy
2008-07-04 07:05 pm UTC (link)

"This is where they sent Anne Boleyn to wait for her execution. No one thought he'd do it; Henry the 8th, either, because no one had EVER excuted a Queen before." Sam said, a little too quickly, letting his geek show. "She's supposed to haunt this place, or one of the palaces."

Sam scanned the crowd, judging height and body weight to his memory of his father. He thought he saw someone who might fit the bill, studying a map. He elbowed Dean and leaned towards him.

"Eleven o'clock, dark glasses and ugly shoes?"

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	doubleup 2008-07-04 07:45 pm UTC (link)
	Dean was by and large ignoring his brother's geekery - at least until Sam spotted a likely candidate for their father. He nodded and edged his way over to the target, leaning against a post nearby and trying to check out the suspect a bit more closely. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

aka_elroy
2008-07-04 08:06 pm UTC (link)

Dean and Sam were scanning the crowd, checking everyone out, just as he had taught them. They locked in on another man, a little older them, and about thirty pounds heaver then himself. Walking up behind them John was able to close to within a foot before he coughed, breaking their concentration.

"Was sort of expecting to find blood still soaked into the ground." He pulled his sunglasses off, grinning at his sons.

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	wnchestrgeekboy 2008-07-04 08:35 pm UTC (link)
	"Dad!" Sam exclaimed, and how freaking unbelievable that he'd gotten the drop on them...again. He was happy to see him, but he awkwardly moved forward as if to embrace his father, then pulled back. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	doubleup 2008-07-04 08:58 pm UTC (link)
	Dean, on the other hand, went over to his father, wrapping his arms around his torso in a tight embrace. "'Bout time you got here," he mumbled, letting him go and chuckling. He looked back at Sam, hoping he'd follow suit, and as such, moved backward. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

aka_elroy
2008-07-04 09:26 pm UTC (link)

"Dean." His older son had him locked in a bear hug before he could even say the boys names. He drew in a sharp breath, his bumps and bruises telling him just how strong Dean was.

Sam held himself back and a flash of regret hit John hard. "C'mere boy." Taking a step forward John grabbed his son's hand, pulling them together for a manly sort of half hug. Stepping back he looked the boys over, making sure they both had the right number of legs arms and fingers. He couldn't count toes, but they looked pretty good.

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	wnchestrgeekboy 2008-07-04 09:40 pm UTC (link)
	"Hey, Pop." Sam breathed, when his father pulled him into a manly hug. His Dad's shoulder was full of familiar scents of home and comfort and just Dad that he got a little overwhelmed. When John released him, he swiped at his own face with his sleeve. "You're here." Sam added, stating the obvious more for himself than anything. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	doubleup 2008-07-05 02:13 am UTC (link)
	Dean smiled at Sam, shuffling backward a bit and putting his hands in his pockets. "Glad you came, Dad." His own eyes were tearing up, though he was loathe to admit it; his hands remained where they were instead of wiping at his cheeks. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

aka_elroy
2008-07-05 02:28 am UTC (link)

"Shit, the two of you are tearing up like Bobby watching The Notebook." Laughing he faked a punch toward Dean's midsection. Dean ought to know better then having both hands where he couldn't use them.

He nodded toward a picnic table that was empty. He wasn't planning on standing around in the middle of the path while they talked. Never know when the wrong person would hear something in this world.

"How are Anne and Bela?" Figured he may as well change the topic to something else before they needed a tissue or something.

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wnchestrgeekboy
2008-07-05 02:58 am UTC (link)

Sam swiped his nose and cowboy'd up. It was obvious Dad didn't appreciate the show of sentimentality he and Dean were inadvertantly putting on.

"Anne's fine. Her family started showing up; her uncle sounds like a real charmer." he made a face, not relishing having to go and meet Anne's Divine family at all.

"You still hurtin' from the Vegas hunt?" Sam had carefully watched the way his father sat down, to see where he was hurt.

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	doubleup 2008-07-05 03:37 am UTC (link)
	Dean chuckled at his father's forceful ploy of asking about their women. "Bela's good. Already starting to fuss about the wedding." He shrugged and watched his father for further signs of injury. "You okay?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

aka_elroy
2008-07-05 04:07 am UTC (link)

"Anne's got family? That's good." Out of all three of them Sammy had always tried for the normal life. Maybe he'd just end up with one.

"Me? I'm fine. Little pizza and beer fixed me right up." Thinking back to last night John couldn't help a hint of a smile cross his face.

"Doesn't take them long to get into bride mode. You'll learn when to stand back and nod, if you haven't already." Seemed like Bela here was pretty close to the Bela he'd known.

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wnchestrgeekboy
2008-07-05 02:58 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, but theyr'e...different." Sam admitted, picking at his cuticles. "Glad you're okay, though."
He kicked Dean under the table- his not so subtle way of saying 'SEE! I WAS RIGHT ABOUT DAD'S DATE!'

"You're gonna come to our place, right? When we're done here? We've gotten real good at barbequeing stuff, and Roxy's just had a bath. You should come." Sam felt like he was five again, and proud of a macaroni art project he'd made and needing his Dad to say how wonderful it was. He wanted to show him the life he and Dean had here, now.

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	doubleup 2008-07-07 10:27 pm UTC (link)
	Dean tried not to acknowledge Sam's kick; the last thing he needed was the mental image of hi father getting laid. "Hell, you should come just to see how fuckin' huge the thing is. It's... I didn't know houses came this big." Dean gestured with his hands, as if to illustrate the house's enormity. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

aka_elroy
2008-07-07 11:24 pm UTC (link)

"Can't be any worse then us." Of course he might not be right about that in this world. Wasn't like he needed to tell Sam every family was different, he'd have figured that out a long time back.

"Sure. Bobby already said it was nice." He couldn't care less if his boys lived in a van down by the river, long as they were healthy and happy. "Besides, I keep hearing about this dog of yours."

He eyed them as something went from Sam to Dean. What the hell was on their minds?

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