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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[bloodlettersson.livejournal.com]

Oh good. Someone to drink with. Vishous thought he was over his days drinking alone.

A bulky man slid into a chair beside John and ordered a scotch, turned to look at him with a blank, faintly amused look. "You're looking pretty introspective there, my man," he said, leaning on the bar and pulling a smoke from one of the pockets in his leather trench and lighting it with his golden zippo.

"Want to spill?" He lit his cigarette, blew the Turkish smoke away from the man. The zippo went on the bar.

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He watched the man slide into the chair, his eyes giving him a quick, professional once-over. John wasn't sure on the variety, but he sure as hell that the man wasn't a human. This place was going to startn really dicking with a hunter's preconceptions.

"Just thoughts on family. Nothing to trouble a stranger with." He raised his glass, taking a large swallow. "John Winchester."

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Yes, Vishous was very much not human. "V," he said. He tipped his glass in return once the barmaid brought him his drink. He sipped at it, ran his tongue over his teeth, then sat back a bit.

"Trouble keeping them under control, true?" Least, that's what he'd been hearing snippets of. He hadn't meant to listen in to his thoughts, it had just happened, something he couldn't control.

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He gave a crooked grin."Show me a parent who doesn't still have trouble keeping two grown boys under control. I swear I think I'm going to wind up investing in a straight jacket or two."