Peace and Quiet ((open rp))

[sgt-hunter.livejournal.com]

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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[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"I'm already armed," Cas noted absently, "but I'm not sure whether they are. You wouldn't care to join us?" John was, after all, a hunter as well, the one who'd taught his friends their craft, and the angel had never had a chance to observe his technique.

[sgt-hunter.livejournal.com]

"If they remember anything I've taught them, they're armed on some level."

He grinned, pleased to be invited along. "I'd like that. I could use a stretch myself."

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"I'll bring it up the next time I see them." The prospect of a good fight alongside trusted companions, without the pressure of the world's fate or their own hanging in the balance, was more than a little appealing.