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[lazarus_rises]

Who: Sam onetruevessel, Dean lazarus_rises, Castiel Jimmy errant_angel
Where: Riverbank
When: Late afternoon
Summary: Fishing!
Rating: PG-13 for Dean's language

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[onetruevessel]

This was weird. Sam wasn't going to lie to himself about how weird it was for Dean to want to go fishing. Fishing. He couldn't even say the word out loud in a sentence about Dean without grinning. Which was what he was doing now as he raised a hand in greeting, catching up with Cas-- Jimmy.

A beer sounded really good right now, too.

"Sure. A beer sounds pretty good now, too," He nodded. Last time they were together (for him anyway) was when they had put him on demon blood detox again. He had been wishing for a lot of alcohol lately, after that.

[errant_angel]

This was.. unusual, to say the least. Jimmy Novak, about as regular a guy as they come, who just happened to have a blood line that allowed him to be the vessel of an angel, was stuck in a world that wasn’t even his own. He had no way of getting home, of seeing his family, or living a normal life as he knew it. And yet, despite all of this, Dean Winchester decided they should go fishing

[lazarus_rises]

"Atta boy." Dean grinned, surrendering the beers to Sam before slapping him on the shoulder. "Really." This said to Jimmy as he placed the bucket down and crouched down in front it, digging through the fresh dirt with his fingers. "Gonna tell me and Sam here about the one that got away?" Because that's what fishermen always do, right?

Something wiggled in the dirt, and Dean picked up the worm and held it up in front of him. "Hey." He glanced to each of them, eyebrows raising and a mischievous smile crossing his lips. "Five bucks if either one of you eats this."

Because fishing with Dean was still fishing with Dean.

[onetruevessel]

Thank god for the beers, as took one from the pack and gave the beer to Jimmy. Sam couldn't remember ever fishing. Ever. Hell, had Dean ever been fishing? He'd be lucky if he was able to get the line out into the water, let alone catch anything.

Cracking open the can, he made a face.

"Dean, that's disgusting," He said, shaking his head as he took a sip. "Plus five bucks is kind of useless here."

[errant_angel]

An amused look crossed Jimmy’s face. “I think I’ll pass.” And Sam was right, five bucks would be useless in this world... not that he would’ve considered doing it even if the five bucks could help.

If he was going to do some fishing or dig around in the dirt, he’d better roll up his sleeves. Jimmy does so, pushing up the arms of the trench coat a bit. “I’m more worried that whatever we catch will try and eat us instead.” Weren’t there.. weird creatures in this world?