Time seemed to pass differently now that she was a widow. Normally her mornings were filled with constant chatter from her daughter, because that girl /never/ stopped talking, and trying to guess what she would actually eat for breakfast. Her daughter was the world's pickiest eater. Breakfast used to includ her husband reading the paper, while her daughter pointed out every school bus that passed by their windows. The daytime used to be spent chasing her daughter around, fixing endless snacks, and once again... Constant chatter. Evenings were filled with dinners, dishes, bath time, and bedtime snuggles. Then ended with a glass of wine while being curled up with her husband. They would watch shows together until they would be so tired, they would almost pass out on the couch. It was a hectic and loud life, but it was her little slice of heaven. Now... The house was quiet, and cold. She woke up alone, and went to bed alone. Her heaven quickly turned into her own personal hell.
It was easy to give into the darkness, and to drink her days away. Everyone said the nights would be the lonliest, but they were wrong. The bone chilling quiet days were the lonliest times. Sarah craved the nights, when she finally went to sleep and could see Zak and Rose in her dreams. Sleeping was the only time that Sarah felt like she could breathe. It didn't matter that it was fake, being able to see and talk to them in her dreams all she needed. Eventually, the days turned to weeks, then weeks into months, and finally months into a year.
Slowly, Sarah crawled out of the dark pit that had become her life, and found a new purpose. She was going to find Crowley, and she was going to kill him. Demon or not, he would pay for what he did. Sarah wasn't a hunter, but that wasn't going to stop her. The next morning she work up, she actually got dressed, instead of just staying in her pajamas. She even brushed her hair, then fired up her laptop and started researching. It took some time to weed out the obvious satire articles, but piece by piece Sarah started to learn more about the supernatural world, and began to formulate a plan. She would become a hunter.
Sarah reached out to Sam and Dean, knowing they would be able to help her, and they promised they would get to her as fast as the Impala could drive. It took just over a day, but finally Sarah heard the Impala pull into her driveway. She rushed outside to greet them, when suddenly a bright and blinding white light flashed. A tingling sensation ran down Sarah's back and she was thrown off of her porch. When she was finally able to open her eyes, she was no longer in front of her house. Instead she was in front of a cute little bar. Through the window she saw Dean sitting at a table drinking a beer, he was on the phone and laughing about something. She had no idea what the hell just happened, but she knew Dean and Sam would be able to figure it out.
She pushed herself off of the ground and quickly ran inside. "Dean!" She gasped as she made her way to him and sat across from him at the table. "What the hell was that bright light at my house?! Are you guys okay? Where's Sam?" She had a million questions that she was rattling off at him. "I'm just so glad to see you." She finally said.
A bright flash of light, reminiscent of a strike of lightning and a sound like a wind tunnel and then he’s falling; forcefully ejected from the depths of the rift between their universes and onto the snow covered ground of a nearby forest.
Castiel gains his bearings slowly, first sitting up to brush the snow from his shoulders and taking a moment to glance around the barren wasteland.
He’s not in the apocalypse universe, so that’s good.
There’s very little around to give him any clue of where he’s crash landed, but at the very least there’s the tell-tale glare of lights from a city in the not-to-far distance.
The cold is setting in, and Castiel pulls himself to his feet, brushing snow from his legs and back as he does so. His first order of business after learning where he ended up is to find the Dean in this universe, and after gaining his trust (which, of course, is no small undertaking) attempt to warn him of the impending doom awaiting this universe.
With any luck, the Dean of this universe will be as bull-headed and stubborn of the Dean of his universe.
And with that thought in mind, he begins to trek through the woods, determination spurring him on as he heads in the direction of civilization.
“Supernatural Convention? You don’t understand— I know this man. I need to speak with him, urgently.”
The three women who had been entertaining his rambling thus far share looks between themselves, wordlessly conveying their disbelief and confusion.
“If you want to see him, you’re gonna have to buy a ticket, hon.”
“Yeah. But even then, I’ve heard Jensen is a bit of a grump. Not that I’ve ever gone an’ seen him myself.”
Castiel is dumbfounded; this doesn’t make any sense. It’s clearly a picture of Dean and Sam, and while he knows by their reaction to him that something is vastly different in this universe, something isn’t adding up.
“A ticket.” He repeats, resigned to his fate. “Where might I purchase a ticket?”
“Right around the corner, at the convention center. Should be security and ticket sales hanging out in the bottom floor. Have fun.”
The way they titter as they walk away is unnerving, and if possible he’s even more confused by the interaction now than when he’d first met the women.
Still; it’s no small task to find the aforementioned building, and purchase himself a day pass. Several people, young and old aike high five him and compliment his outfit on his way into the venue. It only furthers his confusion, but at least he's more certain now that he's in the right place.
By some small miracle he'd manage to land in Oregon, a few miles outside of the city proper and just where the latest 'There'll Be Peace When You Are Done' Supernatural tour was in town for the weekend. A local pegboard in a diner had a flyer of the 'celebrities' attending, and the women who gave him the information were apparent fans of his 'cosplay' and very helpful in their knowledge of the event.
All he needed to do was find his way there and convince Dean, despite whatever 'cover' this was supposed to be, to drop everything and help him. Shouldn't be too hard, right?
He’s just making his way into the grand ball room when he catches sight of Dean being lead to through the hall by what look like bodyguards, and Castiel turns to hurry in his direction, parting the crowd as he goes. “Dean! DEAN!”
Hello! :) Thank you so much for the request. I just wanted to give you a quick description of what I can do as Baby. Yes I rp as Baby the Impala :) and I can rp her in four different ways depending on what you prefer. 1) Simply a car, descriptions less feelsy.2) A little more feeling, where Baby seems to have some kind of spirit inside her. 3) She is virtually alive, talks and feels but only trusts Sam and Dean and a few others to reveal herself. 4) Baby has a human form she can use if a situation calls for it, given to her by some sort of angel spell. I am still toying with the details of this option but it is there if you are interested.You can decide which, I am perfectly okay with any of them. I hope to rp with you soon.
Just stopping by to say Happy Holidays, Jensen. To let you know I’m thinking of you. Whether we write stories together, banter, or just like and support each other..you’re a joy to have on my page. I hope this new year brings you happiness and good health.
