text; un impala67

[venatoris]

i've got no idea if this place has as much of a boner for offing us as the last one, but judging from the looks of it, i'm gonna go with yeah.

that said, if you're in trouble and you need a Hunter to come help kick some ass, ping me. if i'm close, i'll come.

[ look how benevolent, this is character growth™.

and now for some private messages; ]


private to ou!sam, au!sam, and au!cas--

sam, sammy, cas - i found the cabin. it looks different, but i can tell its ours. it's up in some district called ache - the impala's here, and so's bones and mr. ed. let me know if you need a pickup.

private to wanda maximoff--

hey. can i ask you a huge favor?

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[family_remains]

[It's a smart move, getting Wanda to magic the car. Really smart given their new surroundings. Then again, Sam won't be surprised. Dean is a clever guy when he puts his head to it.

Sam will appear sooner or later (one more drink for the road before he came) and trot down the steps out to his brother.]

Well look at you, just like old times..

[He smiles and approaches.]

Guess this really is our new normal, huh.

[venatoris]

[ Dean's more than just the grunt he claims to be. Just takes someone pulling his head out of his ass to se it, sometimes. ]

Yeah, guess so. [ He leans against the car, folding his arms with a little smirk. ] Could be worse, amirite?

[family_remains]

[Sam snerks and nods as he glances around. It's not so bad. There's monsters around but there were monsters back home, too. And seeing as neither of them have any reason whatsoever to go back.. yeah. It could be worse.]

You know, I kept having all these dreams about a woman's name back in Deerington. Cassandra. Get this, though, Cassandra isn't a person at all. It's a place. Here in Trench.

.. Deerington did happen, right? I wasn't hallucinating that in Hell?

[venatoris]

[ A lot worse. Dean could be dead, Cas could be dead. All of them could be dead. ]

No, it happened, man. Definitely happened. [ Even if it was some dream hellscape, Dean remembers it pretty damn vividly. ]

[family_remains]

[So does Sam but also.. he swears.. for a blip he was back. Somewhere. Somehow.

He considers that for a moment and almost looks like he's going to say something but thinks better of it.]

Huh. Well.. yeah, could be worse.

[venatoris]

[ Maybe you were. You have a future. Dean doesn't, not back there.]

I'm glad you're here, man. [ You're his brother. ]

Want a beer?

[family_remains]

[Sam isn't sure what he has back home. It was all very fast and very confusing.

A beer, though. That isn't either of those things.]

Yeah, sure.

So what's our plan, here. The house is all fixed up. The car works. The world isn't collapsing. We just.. go back to hunting?

[venatoris]

[ You should proooobably tell your brother, Sammy. ]

Yeah, I guess. It's kinda--

[ He shrugs as he reaches down into their little green cooler to hand Sam a beer, because you better believe that had stayed in the Impala after all those years. ]

I dunno. A relief, man. After all that shit back home, for me? This is like Disneyland.

[family_remains]

[No, see, when you say shit like that... that's exactly why he doesn't tell you stuff. He doesn't want to worry you.

Sam takes the beer and snerks, twisting it open and pocketing the bottle cap.]

Yeah, except without the twenty dollar turkey legs. And.. god all the kids.

[So many.. horrible children. Not that, you know, he's ever actually been to Disney. Probably. It feels unlikely. Whatever, he's choosing to decide it was never for him and he would never enjoy it instead of being sour he never got to go. That's just how they do.]

Bet the whole place was haunted anyway.

[venatoris]

Oh, God. [ He pulls one out himself, leaning back up against the car as he twists the cap off. ] It's totally haunted, absolutely.

[ Still. It's highly unlikely he's ever been. ]

...Wouldn't mind a turkey leg, though.

[family_remains]

Mmm.. mmhm

[Brows up a little as he nods in agreement. He could get behind that right about now.]

What are we gonna do for dinner anyway? I still don't know how money and food work here.

[venatoris]

Yeah. That's a good question. I've got some eggs and some fish I got out by the boardwalk..

[ It's clear Dean is not thrilled with the diet of the place so far. ]

It's all bartering and crap.

[family_remains]

Great. We've got bupkis on that front.

[He isn't a producer, he's a professional murderer living on fraud.]

No credit system.. no credit cards.. and I doubt we can barter-shark someone in pool.

[venatoris]

Uh, yeah. That's pretty accurate. Back to the drawing board, I guess. Offer our services, hunt things, kill some monsters. Save some people.

[ Get food and shit in return. Booze, whatever. ]

[family_remains]

[So. Witchers. You want to become Witchers.]

There are so many hunters here already, do you think that would even work?

[venatoris]

[ Toss a coin, bitch. ]

Dude, are you kidding? The monsters here are insane. Course it would.

[family_remains]

[Okay but you have to wear the puffy shorts.

Sam considers this for a moment before nodding. Good. He can deal with that.]

Guess we better get to work, then.

[venatoris]

[ You gotta wear the Elizabethan sleeves then.

He flashes Sam a grin, and there's a little twinge of excitement on his face, for the first time in a long time. ]

Hell yeah.