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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"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."