Peace and Quiet ((open rp))

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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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[serrulata.livejournal.com]

What was that about a prank war being over?

Kurama (after a long battle with her wardrobe to find something that wasn't a far-too revealing kimono, which was more or less successful in that it didn't show off too much boob or leg but did look like it had been puked out by some dark alley in the middle of Harajuku. (http://sexpot.jp/pic-labo/sc01094-2.JPG) And yes, there was a cute cartoon character and a frilled skirt, but at least there were pants and the scarf was pretty cool) made her way to the bar with a single goal in mind: Get drunk enough to not care that, for now, she was missing a penis.

She gave Winchester Sr. a long, hard stare as she ordered a doubleshot of Everclear, leaning against a bar chair and wondering which side of the family asshole ran on.

_{((edited for better outfit. Vain like that.))}

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Normally when John was on the receiving end of a stare like that, he remembered pissing someone off. He didn't recall meeting the busty woman with the rather dubious fashion sense before. The hunter returned the stare flatly while he mentally reviewed who he might have already managed to piss off.

Her mannerisms were vaguely familiar, but beyond that, John was drawing a blank. Finally he broke the silence.

"There a problem?"

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Your elder son, for starters," Kurama said icily, knocking back her double and slamming down the glass for another. It would take a while for her to even start to get drunk, but she damn well planned on doing it. "Were he my child, gods and devils forbid," her tail lashed at even the thought of being a father, "I'd have smothered him long ago."

[sgt-hunter.livejournal.com]

He caught the tail lash. John only remembered meeting one kitsune...

Fucking hell, Dean.

John moved his glass aside and set his hands on the table, palms down. "Exactly. He's my son," he responded evenly. An unspoken threat hung in the air between them. Dean could be irrational and reckless,but he was still his son. And John Winchester protected his own.

"I'll handle it."

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"Considering he's crossed me more than once," Kurama said, lifting an eyebrow, "Your version of 'handling it' isn't very effective." She downed another double, peering in disappointment at the glass. "I put him to sleep in one of the greenhouses. He'll dream of rejection for a few hours."

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John cocked his head, his question mild, "And you've been the injured party every time? You've done nothing whatsoever to provoke Dean?" He let out a breath and tossed back the remainder of his drink.

"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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"I don't recall doing anything outwardly hostile other than simply being a demon," Kurama snapped, tapping her fingers impatiently for her next drink. "And it happens often enough to be annoying, yes. The gender hex is his fault, the clothes... well. I can't really argue with a wardrobe so I just put on what it gave me."

[sgt-hunter.livejournal.com]

John knew better than that, but wasn't in the mood to argue the point. Dean was smart enough on a hunt, it was only when he had been provoked that he did something as damnably stupid as hex a kitsune. It didn't matter who started it, he'd talk to Dean and put an end to it.

He picked up the bottle of scotch and walked over, filling her glass. "And that's why you're so intent on getting hammered?"

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Not entirely," she admitted, grudgingly. "Being a woman isn't awful, just disorienting. And with the clothes, I really just look like your average Sunday Harajuku Cosplayer." She took a swig of the scotch and grinned as it burned down.

"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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"If there's one thing this place seems intent on doing, it's screwing with people," he agreed, filling her glass again and topping his own off. He hadn't been hit with any wayward hexes, but given his luck, that was only a matter of time. "Is it always a random hex? Or are there other things to look out for?"

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"There's the food," she began, ticking off on her fingers. "Never trust anything you didn't order specifically or that wasn't made by A. He refuses to hex people unless they know what's happening. Then the wardrobes, which will sometimes arbitrarily refuse to let you wear what you want." She gestured to herself, teetering a little on the stool. "Case in point. And then there's just... this... place. Last year we had a baby's head for a sun and flowers that were gramophones and Inari knows what else. And the gazebos."