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characters. dean winchester and kahlan amnell
verse. unnamed lots/supernatural verse (for now)
summary. dean awakens in frontierland...only less frontier and more medivaly.
"Dean, you are the Seeker."
There was more of an amused pause then anything that could be considered that he was taking any of this seriously at all when he looked at the nerd angel who had shown up while he and Sam were just gearing up to pack up the Impala and go. "Sure, if you mean seeker of pie. Evil bitches. And hot pieces of tail then I'm the seeker. Whatever floats your boat, Cas." He shrugged as he hoisted up his duffle full of weapons before turning to head outside before the angel had appeared right before him. Not that he wasn't getting used to this, Castiel just seemed more persistent about this 'Seeker' business more than usual. More than vessel of Michael persistent. It didn't exactly make turning him down whenever he spoke of it any better, but Cas seemed much more determined this go around. He wasn't about to get shrugged off as he previously had done in the past. This time, Dean was going to accept his destiny or just get thrown at it and hope for the best. The hunter did well to think on his feet when it came to certain things so Castiel had no doubts that he would be able to land on his feet this go around as he placed two fingers on his forehead, transporting him away from the place he had been in the business of protecting. Balance. The balance of two worlds and completely different eras completely relied on the man who thought with his stomach and libido for a majority of the time.
Cas introduced Sam to his new bunkmate, Richard, who seemed more or less just as surprised as the youngest Winchester did that the switch had occurred. But nevertheless, it only meant that he wouldn't have to listen to mullet rock for another eighteen hours straight. The mission would only take a little bit of time, right? Right.
Whereas, Richard was getting the lowdown of how everything worked in the new Seeker's time. Castiel did not have the best judgement of where to place someone who was traveling by themselves. Where Richard had Sam to guide him through modern time, Dean was laying somewhere near a cottage somewhere in the Midlands. Away from the people he was supposed to meet up with. Something that seemed more unlucky for them all as the Seeker was needed and Dean had absolutely no idea where Castiel had brought him as he wandered through the forest. This was worse than about half the things he had to deal with in his life up until now. Maybe there was a couple pretty bad things. Sam dying for one. His dad dying as well. He's pretty sure his death came tied with the Impala crashing. More than once. The hunter, as he still defined himself, didn't really know what to make out of the period clothing. No technology. No..."You're in the Midlands, son." The elderly man who had allowed the confused looking stranger into his home said as his wife set in front of Dean a drink. "Honestly, you would think you've never heard of it before with the look on your face."
"Yeah, you would think..." He mumbled as he took a sip of the drink before glancing up at the elderly man's wife. Still period clothing. All of a sudden he felt like a fish out of water as he quietly thanked the both of them for the drink and explaining what little of the social constructs as he decided was important. D'Haran's were bad. Midland--ers were not as bad. He was half-way out the door before they invited him to sleep in the spare room for the night, offering up chores in exchange for their good hospitality. Usually, Dean would let his ego get in the way of such a thing. But until he knew what was going on, he was pretty sure he could take granny and grandpa if they decided to double cross him and eat his spleen -- or something along those lines. A night turned into a couple days. A couple days turned into a week or so. Dean had regretfully parted with his faded jeans and flannel shirt for something that seemed more 'the part' even if he still kept it in a small collection of things that included a cell phone that had as good a cell phone service as it would if he were in Space and his gun. Both of which he had figured anyone in the place never even heard of, let alone imagined as a possible development in technology. It didn't take him long to figure out that things were shady in this world, just as they were in the place he had come from. D'Haran's were dicks. That much he could tell from the few visits he had taken in the small town where they seemed to rule over. Treating people like slaves, kicking them when they were down. Now Dean was a dick...but he wasn't as bad as some of these guys.
Or he just told himself he wasn't to help him sleep better at night.
T'was a fateful day when Dean had gone into town with the old man and granny. He had been teetering the line of leaving them pretty soon. There was a more strained atmosphere in air since the D'Haran soldiers had seemed to frequent the place more and more. Before their arrival, there was the usual talk of the elderly couple taking in some stranger. And since their arrival, it had only fueled the rumor mill as Dean separated from the both of them the moment they hit town. The couple moving slowly to go sell some of their goods while he was focusing on trying to hunt down a map to get a move on.
verse. unnamed lots/supernatural verse (for now)
summary. dean awakens in frontierland...only less frontier and more medivaly.
"Dean, you are the Seeker."
There was more of an amused pause then anything that could be considered that he was taking any of this seriously at all when he looked at the nerd angel who had shown up while he and Sam were just gearing up to pack up the Impala and go. "Sure, if you mean seeker of pie. Evil bitches. And hot pieces of tail then I'm the seeker. Whatever floats your boat, Cas." He shrugged as he hoisted up his duffle full of weapons before turning to head outside before the angel had appeared right before him. Not that he wasn't getting used to this, Castiel just seemed more persistent about this 'Seeker' business more than usual. More than vessel of Michael persistent. It didn't exactly make turning him down whenever he spoke of it any better, but Cas seemed much more determined this go around. He wasn't about to get shrugged off as he previously had done in the past. This time, Dean was going to accept his destiny or just get thrown at it and hope for the best. The hunter did well to think on his feet when it came to certain things so Castiel had no doubts that he would be able to land on his feet this go around as he placed two fingers on his forehead, transporting him away from the place he had been in the business of protecting. Balance. The balance of two worlds and completely different eras completely relied on the man who thought with his stomach and libido for a majority of the time.
Cas introduced Sam to his new bunkmate, Richard, who seemed more or less just as surprised as the youngest Winchester did that the switch had occurred. But nevertheless, it only meant that he wouldn't have to listen to mullet rock for another eighteen hours straight. The mission would only take a little bit of time, right? Right.
Whereas, Richard was getting the lowdown of how everything worked in the new Seeker's time. Castiel did not have the best judgement of where to place someone who was traveling by themselves. Where Richard had Sam to guide him through modern time, Dean was laying somewhere near a cottage somewhere in the Midlands. Away from the people he was supposed to meet up with. Something that seemed more unlucky for them all as the Seeker was needed and Dean had absolutely no idea where Castiel had brought him as he wandered through the forest. This was worse than about half the things he had to deal with in his life up until now. Maybe there was a couple pretty bad things. Sam dying for one. His dad dying as well. He's pretty sure his death came tied with the Impala crashing. More than once. The hunter, as he still defined himself, didn't really know what to make out of the period clothing. No technology. No..."You're in the Midlands, son." The elderly man who had allowed the confused looking stranger into his home said as his wife set in front of Dean a drink. "Honestly, you would think you've never heard of it before with the look on your face."
"Yeah, you would think..." He mumbled as he took a sip of the drink before glancing up at the elderly man's wife. Still period clothing. All of a sudden he felt like a fish out of water as he quietly thanked the both of them for the drink and explaining what little of the social constructs as he decided was important. D'Haran's were bad. Midland--ers were not as bad. He was half-way out the door before they invited him to sleep in the spare room for the night, offering up chores in exchange for their good hospitality. Usually, Dean would let his ego get in the way of such a thing. But until he knew what was going on, he was pretty sure he could take granny and grandpa if they decided to double cross him and eat his spleen -- or something along those lines. A night turned into a couple days. A couple days turned into a week or so. Dean had regretfully parted with his faded jeans and flannel shirt for something that seemed more 'the part' even if he still kept it in a small collection of things that included a cell phone that had as good a cell phone service as it would if he were in Space and his gun. Both of which he had figured anyone in the place never even heard of, let alone imagined as a possible development in technology. It didn't take him long to figure out that things were shady in this world, just as they were in the place he had come from. D'Haran's were dicks. That much he could tell from the few visits he had taken in the small town where they seemed to rule over. Treating people like slaves, kicking them when they were down. Now Dean was a dick...but he wasn't as bad as some of these guys.
Or he just told himself he wasn't to help him sleep better at night.
T'was a fateful day when Dean had gone into town with the old man and granny. He had been teetering the line of leaving them pretty soon. There was a more strained atmosphere in air since the D'Haran soldiers had seemed to frequent the place more and more. Before their arrival, there was the usual talk of the elderly couple taking in some stranger. And since their arrival, it had only fueled the rumor mill as Dean separated from the both of them the moment they hit town. The couple moving slowly to go sell some of their goods while he was focusing on trying to hunt down a map to get a move on.