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It's still hard to believe it's over; that the yellow-eyed demonic bastard they'd spent their whole lives hunting is finally dead.

Sam figures it'll sink in eventually. Given everything else -- right now he's still pretty numb.

He's also desperately tired, but that doesn't matter. There's something he needs to do, and he can't afford to delay much at all.

He waits until they've settled in for the night, and then waits still longer. Once Dean's been asleep for half an hour, Sam picks up his messenger bag -- already stuffed with books and his computer -- and heads straight for Milliways.

He orders black coffee and snags a table with a good view of both doors and the stairs, then pulls out the first of the old texts and starts to search through it.

There's work to do.

nolongerhunted

It was too cold to be outside so she opted to stay inside. So she's sitting at a table with a hot mug of hot chocolate in front of her and a drawing pad. The pad holds quite a bit that she's seen in this place. Inside of Milliways. But she's content. Happy even. Something she hasn't been in a long time.

But that doesn't mean that distractions from drawing aren't needed.

gavemea_45

Dean's working on the Impala -- tuning up this, rotating that, changing the oil, all the routine maintenance stuff that has to get done every so often. Given the choice between standing around watching Dean tinker or staring at the motel room walls, Sam had nixed both and offered to make a food run instead.

It had taken all of ten seconds for him to decide that bringing something back from Milliways is a better plan than hitting up the Quickie Mart at the Gas-n-Go two blocks down for microwave burritos. (Again.)

Tiny Tags: Wonder Woman, Sameth

mynamesnotmeg

The demon's been busy getting used to her new mount -- trying out the paces, as it were. So far, so good. The lock-and-key symbol seems to be keeping him subdued and essentially unconscious, which makes it easy to not only manipulate his body, but also to look through his memories and get an idea of how to act like him.

One thing stands out as unusual, though, even downright weird, and that's the concept of some place called 'Milliways.'

It sounds interesting.

'Sam' thinks it over, then shrugs and decides to check it out. Steve Wandell can wait for a day or so. (He'd even be grateful for it, if he knew.)

Not long after that, the front door opens, and Sam Winchester walks in. He glances around the room, then heads for the bar.

"Give me a Bud and a pack of Marlboros. Menthol."

The beer and cigarettes appear, and Sam smiles.

"Thanks."

[OOC: Warning warning warning! Before tagging Sam Winchester tonight -- please look here!]

[ETA: Slowtime in effect as of 1:45 am MDT - thank you all!]

creator_raven

There's a quiet thump near the fire as a ragged bundle of black feathers drops from the rafters.

It resolves itself into the shape of a tall, skinny man in a ragged black coat. Some things translate very well.

Other things don't.

A waitrat approaches very soon after, carrying a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. He will bring a second plate of cookies in a little while. Raven is always hungry.

He's also busy with a needle, a strip of leather, and several hanks of thread. Most of them are brightly colored. He hums while he works, tuneless and a little sharp. Occasionally he also pricks his finger with the needle. He does not mind. Magic is, after all, not always pretty.

It is a thing.

[ooc: Open until it falls off the front page.]

nolongerhunted

She's not thought about tending bar. Not once. Though her mind does go to what Mike told her. That someone couldn't guest tend bar if they hadn't seen Cocktail. So this would be the dead blond, curled up in a chair with a small DVD player in her lap. What she's watching exactly... That's right... Cocktail. Actually, she's so into the movie that her tea and her fries are being... well, not eaten.

Someone should remedy that. Really they should. After all, she needs to remember to eat. Dead or not.

nolongerhunted

Jessica is outside laying down on a blanket. Those blue eyes are closed but she's not asleep. No, she's content. And here soon might even step foot into the coolness that is the lake. Never know. But she's in a good mood and nothing can ruin that mood.

It'd take the end of the world for that.

nolongerhunted

Dead girl in the bar... curled up in a chair near the fireplace. Her sketch book is beside her and she's off in a world of her own. A cup of tea and a sandwich is sitting on a plate beside her but it's gone untouched. In fact, we think she's forgotten all about it.

Or maybe she's just not hungry. Who knows.

nolongerhunted

The dead blond hasn't really thought about the letter that she'd written to Sam... okay, she hadn't thought about it a lot. It had hurt to write but that was neither here nor there. Not anymore. For the moment though she was outside in the garden. Well, laying out near it anyway. The smells of the flowers and just the air around her was good. It felt nice out too.

So that's how anyone coming outside would find her. Laying out by the garden, blue eyes shut. Hey, she was comfortable. Doesn't mean she can't be bothered though.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes out this morning, and hangs up a sign:

Milliways Gardening Team
consisting of:

Chase Stein
Sorve
Neric
Russell Tringham
Corrie
Rem (rhubarb only!!)

meets on Monday April 7th, after breakfast, on the lawn by the back door

After that, he sits by the fireplace, with very strong hot coffee that is not entirely unlike lava.

ostro_goth

It is early in the morning, and Teja is sitting by the fireplace, with breakfast of tea, bread, and moretum, wondering about the purposes of the afterlife.

These thoughts are much less abstract and idle than one might assume. Recently, Teja has noticed that, albeit dead, he seems to have gained a life -- a living, friends, routines, possessions, wishes, joys, regrets.

Dead, he can afford the sort of everyday life that had been gnawed away by dire necessity while he was alive. Dragons and cats, goddesses and monsters. That turn into friends: - friends that turn into a living web of affection and concern.

[[tinytag: demeter]]

nolongerhunted

[OOM: Thinking back on what Lilly told her, she writes a letter to Sam. She's no longer his problem. She won't make his life anymore miserable.]

awesome_lilly

Lilly is in her own body tonight, but she's not looking that happy. Neither would you if you were married to a fae who'd managed to get pregnant by Del and left you contemplating the possibility that you might have to find diapers with multiple legholes. Or worse.

She's currently seated at bar with several empty glasses to keep her company, telling Bar all her marital woes.

"God. I need a new spouse."

This is probably not a good day to say that out loud.

[ooc: Warning - Hijinks may ensue if you tag Lilly. Married hijinks. See backroom post for details.]

[tinytag: assassins]

ETA AWESOMELY FUN TIMES! I just need to call slowtimes for now so I can sleep, but I will be hitting these threads up asap.

gavemea_45

Dean's working on the Impala again; there's not much Sam can do to help there, and there's only so long he can hang around the edges of the yard to keep an eye on his brother without it looking way too obvious.

(Bobby's inside working on something of his own, but still, he's around. That helps, just in case, even if Sam's not exactly willing to admit it.)

Maybe an hour or so at Milliways will help burn off the restless energy, he thinks -- and it's not long after that until Sam Winchester's sprawled in a booth with a beer.

He's got a cell phone with him, which he's turning over and over in his hands, frowning at it.

nolongerhunted

[OOM: Jessica knows what it's like to be incorporal... to be truly... dead. It's also in the cemetary near her grave her and Hao have a talk..]

When Jessica comes back into the Bar she looks a little worn out. No, a lot worn out. It's been a while since she's even been there. And now her mind is filled with so much. Walking over to one of the couches, she curls up at the end of it. In truth, she felt exhausted. As if someone had drained her of her life force... not that she truly had any. But now... she's just... tired. Extremely so. And wanting to sleep.

She is botherable, however. The girl needs to stay awake.

nolongerhunted

Dead girl inna bar.

She's currently reading though it's just a random book and is of no importance to her. In fact, it's a children's book. Something that a mother would read their child. Something called 'Love You Forever'. It's a book that will bring tears to the eyes of even the hardest person. So there might even be tears there.

The dead girl is completely botherable.

nolongerhunted

It had been a while since that day that Andrew had put her through hell. Almost quite literally. All those questions about what had happened that night. But she didn't want to think about that. Then again she didn't really want to think about what had happened before that either. Just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes. But she merely wiped those tears away and sat down in a chair, curling up in it with her feet under her and places a sketchbook beside her.

There was a lot on her mind and she was trying to keep those thoughts away from that thought. Away from anything that would harm her. Because she's had enough of that to last her for a life time.

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew in the bar.*

*He's looking for someone, and it might be you.*

*(He'll still talk to you if it's not, though!)*

hero_farmboy

There are days Clark really hates the old family tractor, usually because it decides not to work. Again. Today would be one of those days and Clark has all but given up trying to get it running again for the day.

This means that Clark isn't in the best of moods when he happens into the bar, but he figures he should make the best of it. He flops in a chair near the observation window and orders a coffee from a passing waitrat.

Now, if he can get through his visit without having to deal with cranky people with guns, he'll consider this time well spent.

nolongerhunted

For one brief moment she'd felt alive. No, correction, she had been alive. All because of a young boy. And to see the tears in that boy's eyes the moment he found out she'd been dead... that he'd brought her back to life... and that he had to make sure she died again. It really got to her. She wasn't entirely sure what to think. But she knew that she wouldn't hold it against Ned. She couldn't. It wasn't his fault. But for that one brief moment she'd known what it'd felt like to be alive again.

Now she sits alone in front of the fire and stares absently into it. Her mind is on her past which means her skin would feel hot to the touch. As if she were sick. But she's not sick. And there's tears in those blue eyes. She can't help it... it had felt so good. But crying wasn't something she did around anyone but Sam... of course, Raven had seen her cry before.

It just hurt. For the moment it hurt too much to bear. She was dead and she knew it, felt it. And after that one sheer moment of being alive it felt wrong. Being dead felt very wrong.

notahugfan.livejournal.com

Ned is back, and a lot quieter than he had been the last time he was here.

Yes, it's possible.

At least Ned's father had thought to change Digby's collar to an appropriate black one, to match Ned's current miniature black suit, for his mother's funeral.

[ooc: I have not been getting notifications for Ned posts. If I dropped a thread with you and haven't checked it out yet, ping me at stephmuji.]

gavemea_45

[OOM: Is there anyone home?]

Sam Winchester looks like he's been through hell, but it doesn't seem to be slowing him down any. He bursts through the door at a run, and very nearly goes sprawling over the nearest table before he manages to come to a stop.

"Dean?"

He's already looking around the room, and it's hard to say if the look on his face is one of desperate hope-- or of equally desperate fear.

[ooc: For the record, this is not in any way plot-locked at all. Thanks!]

nolongerhunted

She's been a bit restless lately. More so than usual. But that doesn't stop her from heading down into the bar and having a waitrat get her a glass of orange juice and a grilled cheese. Once she has those items she goes and curls up in a chair.

Distractions are good. After all, she's only got her food and a book beside her. Though she might head up to get her sketchpad in a bit.

nolongerhunted

The world has seemed to fall away for her. She's done her damnedest to stop thinking about the past. It isn't working so she probably looks a tiny bit flushed, like she's getting sick. Only thing is, she's not. Determined to put her mind on something else she orders a cup of hot chocolate from the bar and then finds a nice booth to sit at. There she sets a sketchpad down and just starts sketching. Even though she could easily sketch the people around her, she doesn't. Some people might not like it and she isn't going to intrude. So instead a lot of the drawings become landscape drawings.

Hopefully none of them turn out to be drawings of the night she died. That would be bad and would be something that would need a serious distraction. Although, those are welcome too. Anything to keep her mind off of what happened that night.