33 Apocalypse Avenue [evening]

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V, beckoned by the occasional stirrings he heard above his head, had finally emerged from his basement.

He was perched on the edge of the sofa in the living room in an attempt to be both unobtrusive and semi-social, and was alternately sifting through his only two sources of literature at the moment: the - appropriately enough - "V" volume of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, which he'd found in an alley the night of his arrival, and the strange packet addressed to him that he had yay handwavey found outside his basement window that morning.

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[demons-death.livejournal.com]

"John Winchester." He smiled wryly. "My sons are up at the school."

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to meet you. It's nice to meet another parent. Are you also new here?"

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John nodded. "Just arrived yesterday. There was... an incident and I felt like I needed to come keep an eye on the boys. And the school needed teachers so..."

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

"I know what you mean. I needed a place to keep out of sight. The school needed teachers, and as far as I'm aware no one from my timeline can find me here unless they know exactly where to look. Very convenient. It's almost as if we're all drawn here when we need it most."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

"Or bullied into it by meddling psychics," John muttered to himself, half under his breath. Aloud he said, "It seems to have been good for my boys. That's all I can really ask of it."