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tampered2008-03-13 01:50 am
log; incomplete - open
When; March 12, night
Rating; PG?
Characters; Sam Winchester
antistasis, Dean Winchester
aferventfraud; OPEN
Summary; Sam and Dean arrive with a bang. To the head.
Log;
*If you were considering watching the fountain sometime this evening, you might notice the two tall men who fell out of the sky next to it. One has dark short hair and the other is a shaggy blond; the former, who has apparently hit his head on the fountain, is being shaken by the latter. Frantically.*
Dean? Dean?!
*A moment later, a car hits the ground next to them.*
Rating; PG?
Characters; Sam Winchester
Summary; Sam and Dean arrive with a bang. To the head.
Log;
*If you were considering watching the fountain sometime this evening, you might notice the two tall men who fell out of the sky next to it. One has dark short hair and the other is a shaggy blond; the former, who has apparently hit his head on the fountain, is being shaken by the latter. Frantically.*
Dean? Dean?!
*A moment later, a car hits the ground next to them.*

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S...ammy? What're you doin...
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What the...
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... dude, s'that my car?!
*still bleary, but... car*
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*gets a grip on himself and leans back a bit.*
You all right?
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No. Well, yeah. I guess.
*starts to stand anyway, because PRECIOUS CAR needs his attention*
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*grabs the fountain and pulls himself to his feet with one hand, a little shaky, to look around.*
Where are we?
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Some say it's hell.
*she laughs and shakes her head*
Sorry, private joke. Couldn't resist. Welcome to The City, boys.
*she tilts her head towards the Impala*
Shame about the car; it's a gorgeous machine.
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*gets to his feet, wobbling a bit, then raising an eyebrow at the new girl. just a little incoherent when he answers*
Damn straight it is. Gorgeous car. Who are you, again?
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*smiles at the new face* Uh... hi. We've just. Dropped in, as you can see. *his normal smooth introductions aren't quite working, here.*
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*the voice comes from an exceptionally well dressed man standing by a street light, his hat cocked down over his eyes*
And I would say it is more like Purgatory than Hell. Although I must admit, it's been some time since Catholic school.
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Son of a-- ... And who're you? What, you people think this is some kind of street performance?
*wow, head hurts, and he thinks there's somewhere in Texas, still. definitely on top of things, here*
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*he removes his hat and bows*
Although my friends call me the Dandy Man. I couldn't imagine why.
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Couldn't imagine why.
*back to circling the car, holding his head, muttering to himself*
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Dean? Dean, there are other things to worry about right now!
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Did you get a look at who hit us?
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*still rubbing his head, is not stupid, just... he hit his head, okay?*
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*quickly recovering his aplomb, it seems; waves his hand at the stranger in a friendly, sheepish gesture.*
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The City. There's no other name for it.
And a little lost? Oh, very. You're quite lost. In a place between places.
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*he makes a pass and produces a playing card*
This is your world. I couldn't say what it is like. But imagine that this is, as far as you know, reality.
*he makes another pass and produces another card in his other hand*
This is the world that I am from. The reality that I know. Earth, Brazil as it happens, but that's not important. 1999, internet, cars, planes, automobiles. Vampires walk the night, as do werewolves, although they're all but died out, etcetera, etcetera.
We?
Are in the place between these two cards.
*he holds the cards parallel to each other*
Only there's an infinite number of cards, instead of just yours and mine.
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...1999?
Wait, so this is like an alternate reality?
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Something like that. We are all from different alternate realities. And this is the place between all of them.
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*not the weirdest thing he's heard, but...*
...so how did we get here? And how do we get back?
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