Causeway Parking Lot/Causeway, Saturday Morning

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

After the apocalypse that wasn't, Dean had just driven. No destination in mind, no idea what he'd do once he got there, no purpose... Nothing. Which was how he ended up on some weird little island that looked like someone just picked up an old castle and plopped it in America. Or maybe Euro-Disney.

Dean stopped the car, putting it into park as a peered up at the looming castle from beneath the windshield. "Well, that's not freaky at all," he muttered to himself.

He could refuel and look around in case there was a job here--but he'd promised Sammy that apple pie, white picket fence life. He'd thought about going to Lisa's, to her and Ben, but bad shit followed him and his family like a lost, rabid puppy. So, that had been out of the question.

Maybe he could find a real job here instead. The kind that involved paying taxes and all that stuff. Dean just sighed, getting out of the car and walking toward the island, hands in the pocket of his jacket as he tried to get a beat on the place.

[[So terribly open!]]

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly was headed to the mainland for a supply run -- Vincent had set up some great deliveries, but sometimes you just wanted to pick out your vegetables yourself -- when he saw a familiar figure making his way towards town.

"Hey Dean," he greeted with a wave. "How's it hanging, man?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

You mean familiar in the 'look in the mirror and bam there it is' way, right? Right?

"Excuse me?"

[lovemykilt]

Well, yes, though Dean never had anywhere near Priestly's flare for the fabulous. Priestly gave Dean what was probably a pretty familiar skeptical eyebrow.

"Hey? A common casual greeting in modern American society?"

It didn't occur to Priestly yet that this might not be Dean. He was just so . . . Deanish.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

That's because he was Dean, damn it. Just, you know, older. And far, far more screwed up.

"How do you know my name and why the hell do you have my face?" he asked, hand already on a nice flask of holy water. Just in case.

[lovemykilt]

Ohhhhhhhh.

"Welcome to Fandom, man," Priestly said with a rueful snort. "You get used to it, after awhile."

Yeah, he'd somehow managed to not notice that he hadn't actually answered any of Dean's questions.

[sith_happened]

Anakin was with his daughter Juliet, fresh from a donut run at J,GOB and heading back to the causeway.

"Dean?" he called, grinning. "It's been forever!"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Look, buddy," Dean started, turning to face the next person so somehow know him. He only stopped when he caught sight of the kid.

Damn it.

"I'm pretty sure I've never met you before."

[sith_happened]

"Oh, you're like the Buffys and the Harrys and Faiths," Anakin said.

Or babbled incoherently if you were new. Sorry, Dean.

"I'm Anakin Skywalker--yes, really, that's my last name--and this is my daughter Juliet."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"I'm like the what?" Dean asked in confusion. But he couldn't be mean to a kid that young without all those guilt issues cropping up, so he plastered on a smile for Juliet. "Nice to meet you, kid."

Not you, weirdo who knew his name.

[sith_happened]

Juliet smiled up at him. "Want a donut? We brought lots-es!"

Anakin took a moment to wonder about his daughter's taste in men. "You're probably going to get a lot of people who think they know you. A different you went to school here a few years back. So did Sam."

Hope that doesn't kick you in the issues, Dean.

[abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Buffy had one last box to be picked up from the mainland and the movers had oh-so-thoughtfully placed it at the edge of the causeway. Where anybody could get to it. And it was the box Buffy was pretty sure was filled with stakes and knives.

At least Dawn had the foresight to write "Stuffed Animals" on the box, though it was a fairly heavy for a box that was reportedly filled with teddy bears.

Said box was being held comfortably in Buffy's arms as she managed to catch up with the guy who was also making his way back to the island. "Hi."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean gave her a suspicious look, waiting for her to also know his name, but when that didnt happen, it became much more appraising. Because hot, petite blonde chick. "Hey."

Smooth, Dean. Smooth.

[abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com]

"Sorry if I'm interrupting your sauntering." 'Cause the guy had been sauntering. Or maybe he just had bow legs. "I'm just heading back to the island too and being a little ways behind you made me feel like a stalker."

Though the view had been nice.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"I could be okay with a little stalking," Dean replied with a grin.

[abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Buffy smirked. "Well I'll sleep better at night knowing I acted like a friendly human being rather than a creeper."

[fates_jaye]

It had been a long night, one that involved something that could only be called a stakeout and also something that involved a kid's toy duck, and everyone should really know better than to question these sorts of things when it came to Jaye. Either way she was headed back into town, ready to find coffee and sleep (luckily she knew where both of those things were).

Of course, when she saw this guy's face, she had to stop. For reasons. And asked, "Which one are you?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Seriously?" What was so very wrong with this place?

[fates_jaye]

"Well, I haven't seen either of you in years," Jaye said. "You can't expect me to just guess like that."

Actually she totally knew it wasn't Alec because Alec would have had a better greeting for her, but still.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Lady, I've never met you in my life," Dean informed her.

[fates_jaye]

"Yeah, if you had you wouldn't be calling me 'lady,'" Jaye said, and shrugged. She preferred it this way anyway. "So, are you still Dean, or just another doppleganger?"

[bigdamnprincipal]

When Zoe spotted Dean on her way through town, she wasn't sure whether to be surprised or annoyed, or both togeher. "Did you tell me you were coming for a visit?" she asked, smiling at him nonetheless.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean gave her a suspicious look on back. Because he was having a day so far. "Wrong Dean, lady."

[bigdamnprincipal]

Well, that was a surprisingly deep-voiced response. "I--oh. Not the first one to make that mistake, I assume?" she said, looking him up and down like that might help her find some kind of visible difference. He did look older than the Dean she knew, at least.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Not even the second," Dean replied with a smile that was forced and annoyed. "Pretty sure I never went anywhere with a castle."

[bigdamnprincipal]

"You get used to the castle after a while. I'm Zoe," she said, leaving it at that for the moment. "What brings you to town?"