[OTA] Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances.

[worththehunt]

One minute he's in a motel in Concrete, Washington; brushing his teeth before bed, just minding his own business, and the next he's walking down an empty street, holding a tube of toothpaste in his hand. Not exactly his weapon of choice either

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[enoughtocarry]

It's been months since Sam saw Dean. Without their co-dependent and insular brotherly dynamic, he felt admittedly lost. He searched everywhere, high and low, and it was as if Dean had never been there. Dean was nowhere to be found. The Rift takes people all the time, but it was Dean.

All that was left of him was the Impala, which Sam has kept. He'd never understood Dean's attachment to it, but still--it was the only thing that he had of his brother.

Needless to say, he isn't expecting the dog to be Dean when he opens up the door, nearly tripping over the chihuahua. Sam's hair is more of a mess than usual, sleepy-tousled, and he blinks past the vestiges of what was restless sleep before he zeroes in on the pup.

Seriously?

"... What the hell?" he asks, a genuinely confused look on his face as he looks down at the yapping chihuahua.

[worththehunt]

Relief floods through Dean at the sight of his brother, but he's a little taken aback by how much taller Sam looks. He's straining his neck just to get a good look at him, and finally ends up falling flat on his back. Dean hears himself let out a yelp just then, and he manages to look confused for a second before he quickly makes a move to put his hands on the floor so he can pick himself up, but no can do.

"Sammy. A little help here?"

The dog looks a sorry state as it just lays there flat on its back with its front legs twitching, paddling the air.

[sitherequietly]

Dean's presence is one that Castiel hasn't felt in Chicago for a long time. It's been one that he's missed, to be honest, so when he feels it again, he is moved to the spot immediately, landing in front of Sam's door. There is a moment of confusion as he glances around, seeing Sam, but not his brother, and then he decides to look down.

Sitting at his feet is a tiny, yappy dog.

If Castiel hadn't seen it before, he would have been more confused. Instead, he's simply vaguely amused. He reaches down and picks up the tiny animal, bringing him up to eye level as he studied him to be sure, before speaking.

"Hello, Dean."

[enoughtocarry]

Before Sam can pick up the chihuahua himself, there is a Castiel.

He jumps back a little, wondering how he is still not used to the angel doing that. "Dude, a little warning would be nice," he says, because seriously. Stealth as a ninja. If only Dean could speak. He'd say something about a bell right about now.

... And then there are all the dots. There's a moment where he thinks he stops breathing altogether, air rushing out of his lungs in one go, but he can't wrap his head around this initially.

"Dean?" he asks, looking between Castiel and the chihuahua.

Sam isn't unfamiliar with shapeshifters, being one himself. An embarrassing shapeshifter at that. But Dean as a chihuahua?

[edgeofhorizons]

It's perfectly terrible timing. The kind of timing that really can only be had in Chicago. Something like that. Jess had been in the alleyway that's attached to that particular empty street that Dean finds himself in. She is walking out from it when she is hit by the tube of carelessly tossed toothpaste.

The thing smacks her in the head, and she makes a face, glancing from the street to the man's back ahead of her. He's a wanderer. She can tell these things straight off the bat.

"Hey, watch where you toss your... toothpaste?" Jess leans down to pick it up from the ground. She was expecting a wad of paper or a cup, but who carries toothpaste around? "You know, this is kind of a waste."

The tube isn't even fully used here. Not that she knows he's just fallen through, but the clue of random toothpaste will clue her in in a minute or two if nothing else.

[enjoythe_ride]

Bela is doing her job. It's what she does best, and it's what Chicago has to offer for her. In fact, a fair amount of the time she rather enjoys Chicago. No running for her life, no deals to break. She has friends, and some ... who are more than that, but the point being she has people.

She's never had people before. It's a good feeling.

And as far as the Winchester problem is concerned, Sam doesn't know who she is, not really, and Dean is gone.

Or, rather, Dean was gone.

She rounds a corner and takes in a familiar set of shoulders, and a smirk crosses her lips. Welcome back to Chicago, Dean Winchester. She might be hoping just a little that you don't remember her again.

"Well. Look what the cat dragged in."

[arkham_doctor]

Jonathan was simply out for a walk. He rounds the corner and spots a man looking confused and holding a- was that toothpaste? He looks confused for a moment before deciding that this man clearly was not native to Chicago. He watches Dean toss the toothpaste aside before speaking.

"Excuse me. You seem a bit lost. Could I be of assistance?"

[petrovafire]

Katherine needs a lay of the land. It's one thing to be told that you're in an alternate Chicago, it's another to experience it. Gloria's is gone. Something generic, a diner she's all ready forgotten the name of sits in its place. She isn't bothering to go by Stefan's old apartment. It probably isn't even there anymore. Or, someone's moved in.

Currently, Katherine is coming out of an upscale apartment building. She would like a nice apartment. But, this means compelling either a current tenant or a landlord. But, it's night. And nobody is around at night. Besides, Stefan probably wouldn't be happy with her if she were to go around compelling every which person.

So, she's behaving.

As Dean passes, Katherine gets a good look. You can met she makes eye contact. They don't make men like him back in Mystic Falls. So, she gives a long, lingering look before checking Dean's ass out.

Sue her. It's a nice ass. And she has no reason to hide that fact. Funny enough, neither does he.