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So didn't stalk you to get here >.> Gen/3 - Lost...ish. At least, Dana isn't in the right place :3siswinchesterJune 5 2012, 12:58:37 UTC
[[ooc; soo. I've decided to toss her into Dean's world/dimension or whatever per dick's with wings. So I'm thinkin' likely suspects Zachariah or really likely Gabriel... sooo season five-ish canon wise?]]
[Dana jolted awake with a gasp, panting for breath as if she had just run a marathon. It had been...a nightmare. Another one. But this one she couldn't really remember, just the feeling it left her with. There was a long moment as she focused on staring at the ceiling, not sure if she was trying to remember or trying not to.
The sound of the shower running pulled her from her odd musings and she turned her head to glance at Sam's bed. It was empty so she assumed of course it was him that was in the bathroom. But...the room was a bit off. It didn't exactly look like the same motel room she fell asleep in last night. Blinking, she sat up a bit, brows furrowed. No, that couldn't be right, she was just still sleep disoriented or something. But she was damn sure the wallpaper was that shade of blue before...]
Totally wasn't expecting it at all, nope. xD And that works for me!iustiviriJune 5 2012, 19:23:50 UTC
[Stepping out of the shower, Dean paused as he coulda swore he heard Sam's name but... that wasn't right. Sam wasn't with him on this hunt, he was back at Bobby's still recovering from a nasty fall he took on the last hunt they'd been on. Honestly, if it wasn't for Bobby's insistance then he'd probably still be there with 'em. Wrapping the towel around his waist he pulled the door open and stepped out into the main room of the motel and... stared.
Stared a lot, because what?
He hadn't remembered picking anyone up last night... or had he? No, he was pretty sure he'd come straight back from the hunt, got drunk on his bottle of jack and passed out two hours later -- before showering the gunk off, which was where he'd been just now. Getting the gunk off. He raised a brow at the young woman.]
Can I help you with somethin', darlin'? You get lost?
[Dana had just given the room another thorough look around before she turned towards the bathroom as she heard the door open.]
Sam is it just me, or-- [She had been mid-sentence but stopped dead at the sight of the mostly naked man standing before her. Holy hell. Dana stared appreciatively for a moment or two before she realized, uh, wait, who the hell was this guy?
She didn't remember hooking up with anyone last night, and she was sure she would definitely remember this one, so what the hell--]
Ah, I don't...know? [She lifted a hand, rubbing at the back of her head.] Don't think so. I woke up here. Can see it isn't exactly where I fell asleep though...
[Well, if he picked her up he had to give himself some props cause she was smokin'. He raised a brow at Sam's name again and frowned.]
Sorry sweetheart, my brother's not here and I don't think you'll be finding him either. He's about a couple hundred miles away from here.
[He gave her a strange look, wondering why she was looking for Sam in the first place or even thought he'd be here. It wasn't like Dean could exactly be mistaken for his sasquatch of a brother. Then it hit him. And he wasn't too thrilled.]
I don't know what the fuck you're playin' at, Ruby, but get the hell out. How the hell did you even get past the salt lines, anyway? No, you know what, I don't wanna know.
[Seriously, what was it with demons and hot chicks.]
She wasn't much paying attention to him as she started thinking, damn hard. Who the hell was this guy? And why was she here? More importantly, how the hell did she get...where ever here was?
Snapping her gaze back up to him at the mention of Ruby, she gritted her teeth the slightest.]
First of all, I'm not a damn hell bitch. And I do hope she's burnin' nice and toasty down there right now. Second. Sam is my brother, that's why I was wondering where he was.
Whoa, whoa, back the fuck up there a minute sweetheart. Sam ain't your damn brother -- he's mine. And I don't know what shit you're tryin' to pull but it ain't working.
[Dean ran a hand through his hair, eyeing her as he moved over to his bag for his gun, not about to be unarmed with some stranger in his room -- how the hell did she even get here anyway? He didn't remember seeing anyone when he woke up.]
So, what, did Dad screw some other chick and forget to tell us about that one too?
I'm not tryin' to pull anything here! [She snapped. It was too damn early in the morning for this.
Eying him as well, she tensed the slightest as he went for his bag.]
Jesus, what, are ya gonna shoot me? Look, I don't know what's goin' on here, but what I do know is Sam's been my brother since, well, I donno...he was born? I carried him out of our burning house, I looked after him all these years, I went to hell and back for him, literally, so whatever this is isn't damn funny.
[That -- that made him pause, hand twitching near the bag, his voice dropping some out of surprise.]
What? That -- No, no I did that. All of that. That was me. Me. I'm the one that failed to protect him, I'm the one that let him die and I'm the one that had to get him back, because it was my job to protect him! Mine. I made the deal and went to hell for it, and I'd do it all again in a goddamn heartbeat if I had to.
[This...was some Twilight Zone shit right here. Or. Well. Her life as usual.
The way he said all of that though, the tone of his voice. It was so damn familiar, the emotion in them.
Blinking, there was only one way to see if what she was piecing together was true. Her eyes flickered to his bare shoulder and she took a quick intake of breath. Why hadn't she noticed it earlier? Right, she was freaking out.]
...no Goddamn way. [Stepping close, she looked at the hand print seared into his skin, feeling like she was going to pass out or something. Flickering her eyes back up to meet his own, she reached up her hand, and pushed up the sleeve of her shirt to bare the same hand print.]
[He went still when she approached, eyes narrowed slightly, brow raising at her soft words.
Then his gaze travelled to her bared arm and he felt his stomach drop at the sight of the familiar hand print, damn near identical to the one he had on his arm. It caused him to stumble back a bit and land in the chair by the table, hand sweeping over his face as he tried to put this all together.
That.. okay, he'd seen some fucked up shit in his life, but that? This whole situation? Took the goddamn cake.]
Whoa, so you're .. you're me? Like, the girl-me? Jesus..
No. ...you're me. Male-me. [And...how the hell was this possible?
Groaning, she shook her head, frozen still at the spot she had approached him.]
Damn angels. [As far as she was concerned, they were the only bastards capable of pulling something like this off. But why? What the hell did meeting...guy her, have to do with anything? And how long would she be here?]
[The mention of angels caught his attention and his lips thinned out. Of course. Of fucking course it was angels, fucking dickless douchebags. Oh and he bet he knew just which one was responsible for this bullshit.]
[Dean sighed and ran his hand through his damp hair and then down his face, trying not to eye up the slender, curvy form in front of him.]
I have no idea, but it stinks like somethin' he'd do just to fuck with us. God knows he's done enough of it already, so I wouldn't be all that surprised.
Well. This is just friggin' great. How long am I stuck here? 'Cause I'm goin' out on a limb and assuming he yanked me from my...universe or whatever and put me in yours. [Because if it had been the other way around, she would have recognized where she woke up.]
...what's your name anyways? 'Cause I'm thinkin' Dana is too feminine for you.
One; I have no fucking clue, and two; probably. Maybe you have to, I don't know, do something? You know, Gabriel's all about 'teaching lessons' and whatever other shit.
[Dean scrunched his face at the her name, but hey at least it was close.]
It's Dean, and I'm guessin' our last names are the same so not bothering with the full intro here.
[Dana jolted awake with a gasp, panting for breath as if she had just run a marathon. It had been...a nightmare. Another one. But this one she couldn't really remember, just the feeling it left her with. There was a long moment as she focused on staring at the ceiling, not sure if she was trying to remember or trying not to.
The sound of the shower running pulled her from her odd musings and she turned her head to glance at Sam's bed. It was empty so she assumed of course it was him that was in the bathroom. But...the room was a bit off. It didn't exactly look like the same motel room she fell asleep in last night. Blinking, she sat up a bit, brows furrowed. No, that couldn't be right, she was just still sleep disoriented or something. But she was damn sure the wallpaper was that shade of blue before...]
...Sam? [She called out ( ... )
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Stared a lot, because what?
He hadn't remembered picking anyone up last night... or had he? No, he was pretty sure he'd come straight back from the hunt, got drunk on his bottle of jack and passed out two hours later -- before showering the gunk off, which was where he'd been just now. Getting the gunk off. He raised a brow at the young woman.]
Can I help you with somethin', darlin'? You get lost?
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Sam is it just me, or-- [She had been mid-sentence but stopped dead at the sight of the mostly naked man standing before her. Holy hell. Dana stared appreciatively for a moment or two before she realized, uh, wait, who the hell was this guy?
She didn't remember hooking up with anyone last night, and she was sure she would definitely remember this one, so what the hell--]
Ah, I don't...know? [She lifted a hand, rubbing at the back of her head.] Don't think so. I woke up here. Can see it isn't exactly where I fell asleep though...
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Sorry sweetheart, my brother's not here and I don't think you'll be finding him either. He's about a couple hundred miles away from here.
[He gave her a strange look, wondering why she was looking for Sam in the first place or even thought he'd be here. It wasn't like Dean could exactly be mistaken for his sasquatch of a brother. Then it hit him. And he wasn't too thrilled.]
I don't know what the fuck you're playin' at, Ruby, but get the hell out. How the hell did you even get past the salt lines, anyway? No, you know what, I don't wanna know.
[Seriously, what was it with demons and hot chicks.]
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She wasn't much paying attention to him as she started thinking, damn hard. Who the hell was this guy? And why was she here? More importantly, how the hell did she get...where ever here was?
Snapping her gaze back up to him at the mention of Ruby, she gritted her teeth the slightest.]
First of all, I'm not a damn hell bitch. And I do hope she's burnin' nice and toasty down there right now. Second. Sam is my brother, that's why I was wondering where he was.
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[Dean ran a hand through his hair, eyeing her as he moved over to his bag for his gun, not about to be unarmed with some stranger in his room -- how the hell did she even get here anyway? He didn't remember seeing anyone when he woke up.]
So, what, did Dad screw some other chick and forget to tell us about that one too?
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Eying him as well, she tensed the slightest as he went for his bag.]
Jesus, what, are ya gonna shoot me? Look, I don't know what's goin' on here, but what I do know is Sam's been my brother since, well, I donno...he was born? I carried him out of our burning house, I looked after him all these years, I went to hell and back for him, literally, so whatever this is isn't damn funny.
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[That -- that made him pause, hand twitching near the bag, his voice dropping some out of surprise.]
What? That -- No, no I did that. All of that. That was me. Me. I'm the one that failed to protect him, I'm the one that let him die and I'm the one that had to get him back, because it was my job to protect him! Mine. I made the deal and went to hell for it, and I'd do it all again in a goddamn heartbeat if I had to.
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The way he said all of that though, the tone of his voice. It was so damn familiar, the emotion in them.
Blinking, there was only one way to see if what she was piecing together was true. Her eyes flickered to his bare shoulder and she took a quick intake of breath. Why hadn't she noticed it earlier? Right, she was freaking out.]
...no Goddamn way. [Stepping close, she looked at the hand print seared into his skin, feeling like she was going to pass out or something. Flickering her eyes back up to meet his own, she reached up her hand, and pushed up the sleeve of her shirt to bare the same hand print.]
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Then his gaze travelled to her bared arm and he felt his stomach drop at the sight of the familiar hand print, damn near identical to the one he had on his arm. It caused him to stumble back a bit and land in the chair by the table, hand sweeping over his face as he tried to put this all together.
That.. okay, he'd seen some fucked up shit in his life, but that? This whole situation? Took the goddamn cake.]
Whoa, so you're .. you're me? Like, the girl-me? Jesus..
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Groaning, she shook her head, frozen still at the spot she had approached him.]
Damn angels. [As far as she was concerned, they were the only bastards capable of pulling something like this off. But why? What the hell did meeting...guy her, have to do with anything? And how long would she be here?]
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[The mention of angels caught his attention and his lips thinned out. Of course. Of fucking course it was angels, fucking dickless douchebags. Oh and he bet he knew just which one was responsible for this bullshit.]
Fucking Gabriel, son of a bitch!
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Focus Dana.
Frowning deeply at the trickster angel's name, she furrowed her brows.]
Think it was him this time?
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[Dean sighed and ran his hand through his damp hair and then down his face, trying not to eye up the slender, curvy form in front of him.]
I have no idea, but it stinks like somethin' he'd do just to fuck with us. God knows he's done enough of it already, so I wouldn't be all that surprised.
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...what's your name anyways? 'Cause I'm thinkin' Dana is too feminine for you.
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[Dean scrunched his face at the her name, but hey at least it was close.]
It's Dean, and I'm guessin' our last names are the same so not bothering with the full intro here.
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