Log; Complete

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When; January 22nd
Rating; G
Characters; Dean [no_chickflicks] and Sammy [visioning]
Summary; Brothers reunited.
Log;

Dean wandered through the streets of the city, eyes sharp for anything that may jump out of the shadows. Years of hunting made him wary, especially when in new surroundings. So far the city seemed not all that bad, just rather crowded, but man did he wish his Impala was here, though Sammy was here, which was good. Dean had no idea what he would do if he wasn't.

"Fountain, eh? Wish the guy would've given me some directions." Dean muttered to himself, making his way away from the damn carousel. Reminded him too much of killer clowns. He stopped at an intersection for a moment, looking down the side roads. Shrugging, he picked one at random and turned left, hoping the fountain wasn't all that far.

Well, things could've been worse. Waking up in a room he didn't ever remember seeing before, only to find out it was not only a different place, but a different world he'd ended up in, hadn't been the best thing to hear. But after a day filled with searching, his 'hunt' had paid off. Only this time, it wasn't some supernatural creature he was looking for; it was his brother. His family. And he was now sitting beside the fountain in wait for said brother.

"Hurry the hell up." He wasn't worried. Of course not. He was just...anxious? Yeah, that was it. Who knows what kind of trouble the elder Winchester would get himself into. Especially without Sam there to bail him out of trouble. That was his excuse and he was sticking to it!

Finally, after turning this way and that down random streets and avenues, Dean emerged from an alley into the main square of the city, in the middle of which sat a fountain. "Must've been the one he was talkin' about, sure as hell doesn't seem to be any other ones around." Dean made his way towards the fountain, eyes scanning the area for any sign of his brother.

Two weeks Dean had been looking for him, two weeks! It had freaked him right out when we woke up and Sam was no where to be found. Dean had known that he hadn't just left without telling him, having left his bag and clothes in the motel room. This disappearance had been tougher to deal with than the last time, there being nothing to trace. Just...nothing. Nada, Zilch. Same was just...gone. Though Dean had refused to give up on him, calling in every marker he had and every one who had ever helped his dad hunt, and there was still nothing. That was until Dean somehow managed to end up here. Then suddenly he finds Sam without any trouble at all. The guy just pops up on that weird journal system thing. Not that Dean was complaining or anything. It was damn good to find out his brother wasn't dead.

It didn't take long before Dean's arrival was noticed. The fact he hadn't stopped looking had helped with that. It may've only been a short time for him, but the mere fact he'd found himself alone had been the worst part of his entire time in The City. Since that day, there hadn't been a time where the two had been separated for a reason other than their own choices.

And for some reason, he doubted this had been Dean's choice. It sure as anything hadn't been his.

"Dean!" A relieved feeling passed over him as he practically jumped to his feet. He forced himself to keep from running over toward his brother, instead keeping to a brisk walk. Hands stuffed into his pockets, he tried to keep himself calm, despite it all. "Took you long enough."

Dean stopped and spun around when he heard his name being called. He scanned the area, looking for the source of the yell. The corners of his mouth quirked upwards in a smirk-smile at the sight of Sam. Man, was he happy to see his little brother! He hated being separated from the guy, not knowing what trouble Sammy could get into without his older brother to watch his back.

"Sammy!" Dean made his way over to his brother, meeting him halfway. He threw his arms out, not so much for a hug, but more to say 'I'm here'. "Yeah, well, I would've been here sooner, but there seems to be a lack of directions around this place." Getting here had been entirely guesswork, Dean was actually quite surprised he even had made it to the Fountain without asking some random stranger for directions. "How the hell did you get to this place anyway? I've been looking for you for two weeks!"

"It's Sam." His reaction felt almost automatic now. Though the grin that followed proved his lack of annoyance at the nickname. He'd gotten used to it. Which of course wasn't something he'd ever admit to. "Two weeks?!" Which had to be another twisted joke. There was no way he'd been in the City for that long. ...right? "I just kind of woke up here." And a look of confusion crossed his face. "...yesterday."

No matter how many times Sam complained about the name, Dean would still call him 'Sammy'. It was something he grew up knowing and saying, and he wasn't gonna change that now. Besides, he knew Sam never really meant it, knowing that he only allowed Dean to call him by his childhood nickname.

"Yesterday? You've gotta be kidding me!" There was no way Sam had just woken up here yesterday. "No way! I've been looking for two weeks! I checked with everyone! Bobby, Ellen, Ash. Hell, I even went back to Lawrence to see Missouri! You disappeared without a trace." Dean tried not to let it show just exactly how worried he had been over his brother's safety.

It didn't make any sense. How could he have been gone for so long when it'd only been a day? "I guess it must have something to do with this place. It does some strange things." Though how it could make time skip, he wasn't exactly sure. But considering the mere fact it seemed to be able to pull people from one world to the other, he was pretty sure that wouldn't be the last sign of weirdness they'd come across. "You're here now though." A weak smile began to reappear. Afterall, it didn't help thinking back over what had already happened. Dean was there now, and he doubted either of them would be going anywhere any time soon. "And it's about time you found your way here."

Dean's mind was running along the same tracks as his brother's. If there was something here, in the city, that was messing with time, he didn't like it. "Strange things? Such as...?" From what Dean has seen of the city, the only strange things here would be that some of the inhabitants clearly weren't human, though they didn't seem to be demons or spirits or anything of the like. At least, he hadn't seen any yet.

"About time is right. You've had a day, I've had two weeks." Dean looked around the area, taking in all the buildings and shops. "Speaking of being here, where exactly is here?" He looked back over to Sam, hoping he had the answers. And knowing Sam, he probably did.

"Where do you want me to start? You've got the city itself. The people here. Some thing about curses." He shook his head a little. Might as well just get the most important things across. "Okay, you've gotta trust me on this, alright? We're in a different world altogether." He may not have had any proof, but he'd at least try to explain as well as he could. "You've got reapers that are solid and look just like humans. Spirits that are pretty much in the same boat. Vampires. Talking animals. Psychics." And not to mention the fact that, "...there's apparently no way out of here." His hand raised as though to silence Dean as he too stopped speaking for a few moments. "Hear that?" A laugh of amusement at what would be his final words for the moment. "That would be the countdown to the end of the worlds." Well, he wanted to know, didn't he?

Curses? Different Worlds? What? Curses Dean could deal with, have dealt with, but a different world? That was new, and he didn't like it. "Another World? Wha-" He cut himself off as Sam continued. Reapers? Spirits? Vampires? This place was sounding more like home every second. Somehow he doubted he would be able to hunt them down just as easily here, if at all. It is was a different world, there definitely would be different rules. Dean had trouble believing it all, but after all he's been through, anything was possible.

At Sam's request for silence, Dean heard a faint soft ticking, like it was far off or in the very back of his mind, but there. "Yeah, noticed that before, not so bad now though." While he had been walking around, the ticking had nearly driven him crazy. That is until he wandered into a more populated area of the place. After that the ticking seemed to have quieted, and almost all together died down when he met up with Sam.

"End of the world?" Dean laughed, "As in the Apocalypse? El Finito? Goodnight my someone, goodnight?"

"Sounds familiar, right? There's one big difference though. The creatures here don't seem to be out for hurting people. They seem more interested in fighting each other." Or so the stories had gone. A little research into what'd already happened in The City so far had brought around that conclusion. "The reapers and these arrancar things are too busy fighting each other to bother anyone else. And the vampires don't seem to be doing much." Which in itself was a surprise. Especially given their own encounters back in their own world.

"I was told it gets quieter when you're around others. It's the carousel thing, if you've seen it? Some kind of clock that changes speed depending on the mood of the people here." The seriousness of his expression proved the fact he wasn't joking around about the matter. "The end to all of the worlds. There's four 'gods' here that're controlling it all."

Dean let out a small chuckle and shook his head. This was all just way to familiar. He raised a hand and rubbed the back of his head. He glanced over at Sam. "Arrancar? What the hell are those?" That was definitely not something Dean had ever heard of before. He was pretty sure it wasn't listed in Dad's Journal.

"That's just weird, man, these things not hurting people." Dean paced back and forth for a bit. Everything about this place so far was weird. Nothing really quite fit with what he knew about how the world worked.

"The carousel, eh? Yeah, that's where I showed up earlier. No idea how I got there." Dean thought back to when he first arrived. "Didn't see a clock, though, but the ticking was certainly loud enough that there had to be one there." He turned and faced Sam, "So what do you supposed we do now?"

"That's what I was told these spirit-things were called. They're some kind of corrupted souls." Or at least, that was as far as he'd understood in the end. "The reapers take care of them, but for some reason, they're visible here."

"It seems like everyone here seems to be more interested in their own problems instead of the countdown and the influx of creatures here." In fact, most people hadn't seemed to really care about the stories of the countdown and its signaling of the supposed Armageddon. "It doesn't seem like there's really much to do here, if we followed anyone elses example." Which he doubted they really would.

"Corrupted souls, vengeful spirits. Sounds about right." It was all the same. Apparently you just can't escape the Supernatural no matter where you were in the universe.

Dean stared off into the distance, thinking for a moment. There had to be something they could do, there was never nothing to do. "Okay. We should probably find out some more about what's going on between the Spirits and the Reapers. And what's up with these 'Gods'. Seems like a good place to start." Dean flashed a grin over a Sam and threw an arm over his brother's shoulders. "And since this ticking goes away with company, you're stuck with me."

"The City seems to be swarming with them, and they don't seem shy of telling others about it." Though there seemed to be certain 'complications' to it all too. Not that it made a difference from where he stood. "I don't know much about these 'god' things, other than there's four of them. It sounded like people have talked to them though." Which could just mean some kind of religious idea. But it hadn't sounded the case.

The grin was returned with ease as Sam looked back at Dean. "And I thought things were bad enough already."

"Well then, if they ain't shy about it, shouldn't be too hard to find out more." Dean let his arm drop back down to his side. "So, what say we get crackin'?" Dean clapped Sam on the shoulder before taking a couple steps backwards. "Good to have you back, Sammy."

"I know a few people we can try to talk to. But there's been some kind of incident recently, so talking to the reapers might need to wait a bit." The Arrancar hadn't seemed the approachable type, so for now, he left them off the plans. "The other people here seem to know a lot about them though. We can try that out, unless there's anything you want to do first." And a quieter, "...same to you." The time away had been bad enough for him. God knew how Dean had coped with two weeks of it.

"Okay, so. Why don't we try talking to some outsiders? Since the Reapers might not want to talk, and who knows about the others." Dean lifted a hand, "But first, we should get a drink. Know any good places?" His grin widened at Sam's quite remark, which he just barely registered over the noise of the fountain behind them. Dean hadn't coped very well with the two week separation from his brother. He freaked out on almost everyone, made rash decisions, couldn't really think straight after the first week. He tried not think too hard about how he had acted, and should they find some way to leave this place, he would apologize to Bobby.

"Pretty much everyone seems to know something about them, so it wont be that hard." Glancing back round the area, Sam took a moment to get his bearings, before nodding his head slightly. "There should be an entrance to the Underground around here. There's a bar down there that seems to be where everyone ends up." It was the first place Sam had been during his hunt to find his missing brother, fairly sure that the man would find his way there soon enough. He just hadn't expected that he'd be the one having to lead him there.

Well then," Dean gestured widely with a hand, "Lead the way, sparky."

"Sparky?" Okay? So maybe it'd be best if he didn't ask. Rolling his eyes, Sam let out a sigh, before turning to lead the way along the same path Faye had shown him the day before. Through the same dank, dark tunnels and along to the shining front of the bar; Automatica.

He knew, without having to look back, that Dean would follow him. And that thought alone brought a smile to his face. Now they were in the same city again, things would be alright.