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Peace and Quiet ((open rp))
John sat comfortably in a corner of Ravenclaw’s bar, nursing a scotch. The prank war was finally over and everyone was back to their appropriate age. Calm had descended on his family, at least for now. He spun the glass between his fingers, watching the amber liquid swirl in the half light. While he had been gone, his family had grown. Bobby had become a second father to Sam and Dean; he was glad for that. It was the angel that he hadn’t quite figured out yet. He was.. odd.
It was obvious that the boys thought pretty highly of him. They had been in a near panic when their spell had misfired and didn’t rest until Castiel had been found. And the angel had been wearing his watch for fuck’s sake. The watch he had left to Sammy after he died. John didn’t want to admit how much that stung. They had fought so much when he was a kid; he had hoped that Sammy would have wanted to hold on to just one small piece of him, some reminder that his Dad loved him.
He sat back, continuing to fiddle with the glass as he let his thoughts drift.
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"Look, I'll talk to him and get him to back off. Does this," he waved a hand in her general direction, "happen often around here?"
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He picked up the bottle of scotch and walked over, filling her glass. "And that's why you're so intent on getting hammered?"
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"It's just this on top of everything else this place tries to throw at a body, I can't help but want to get a little drunk." That, she thought, and most of the pot in her greenhouse wasn't fit to smoke yet, but she really didn't think John needed to know about that.
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