The Park, Wednesday Afternoon

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

After spending yesterday engaged in some truly pitiful staring at the slip of paper with Sam's phone number, followed by some even more pitiful staring at his phone, followed by some Lifetime level lurking on a college campus, Dean was back at start. Not a single freakin' clue what to do next came to mind. You know, things were so much easier when you could solve life's problems with a machete.

Bloodier, but so much easier.

Dean pocketed his phone one last time, sitting back against the park bench. He tilted his head up slightly, eyes fixed on a random cloud. "You know, if this is supposed to be a reward, it blows."

Thus sayeth the Righteous Man.

[[Open park!]]

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[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April and her dog were out for a walk today when all of a sudden -- hi, Dean! How did you feel about a three-legged pit bull coming over to sniff at your feet?

Cliff didn't know what it was, but something about this guy screamed 'dog lover.'

Ahem.

"Dude, no," April whined, tugging on Cliff's leash. "Don't drag me over to hot people, you jackass. We had this talk yesterday about the garbageman."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Not unless they turned into hot chicks. His canon was special.

"Hotter than the garbage man, I'd hope."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, his mustache is pretty sweet," April commented. "And he has pretty intense biceps. It's a close call."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but I don't smell like garbage." Oh snap.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I like the smell of garbage."

It was, amazingly, canon.

"You smell okay too, though."

[fates_jaye]

The way Jaye figured, she could either go outside and deal with the possibility of running into hot people that she may or may not totally hook up with, or she could hang out in her apartment being frustrated with the possibility of animals telling her to go interfere in people's lives at the worst time ever.

Maybe unsurprisingly, Jaye decided she'd get out for a while. Just go for a walk, maybe get some coffee, there was nothing inherently sexy about those things...

"You again," Jaye greeted him.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Like a bad penny," Dean shot back. "I just turn up everywhere."

[fates_jaye]

Darn.

...Wait, did she mean 'darn' sarcastically or not? Who even knew by now.

"Am I interrupting brooding?" she asked.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Yes.

"No," Dean replied like she was crazy. Because she was.

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

"What blows?"

Alice was doing her own Frustrated Walk act, her awesome body defenses no longer keeping whatever was making everyone a little jumpy (or a lot jumpier) already messing with her.

She would probably agree on the machete allegory.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Machetes made everything better.

"You know," Dean replied vaguely. "Life. Less so by the moment."

Because flirting was an excellent way to ignore those pesky feelings. And this island was populated by pretty people.

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

"Oh really?" Alice asked, a small smile tugging her lips without her consent. Dammit Fandom.

"You're kind of new, aren't you? With some many children is good to see some adults around." Specially if they were as good looking as him.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Freshly arrived," he replied. "Name's Dean."

[wannabehunter]

It had been a couple of months since Jo'd last visited the island, so she'd figured she was overdue.

Of course, after the trip over, she needed to stretch her legs, so walking around the park.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Well, if you wanted to get Dean on his feet and more than just a tiny bit alarmed, this was a good job of it. His hand tightened around the hilt of a knife at his hip as he followed her movements.

This island a just cruel.

[wannabehunter]

Yes, yes it was.

Jo caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned, before breaking into a broad grin. "Dean!" Man, it felt like forever since she'd seen him.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Jo?" How did Dean's voice go so deep and Christian Bale-y? The world may never know. But whiskey and some grief was probably a good guess.

[filleauloup]

If people talking to random clouds was supposed to be weird, Éponine had never gotten the memo, because that seemed like a completely normal thing to do. She was technically on the clock, but that wasn't going to stop her from taking a break to wander through the park, was it? No. Besides, it wasn't like a questionable work ethic was going to land her entire family in jail this time.

"Has it said anything back?" she had to ask.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean gave her a sideways glance before returning his attention to the boring, boring sky. "Not since I've been here."

Because Castiel wasn't exactly taking calls anymore.

[filleauloup]

Damn him.

"Well, that's good. It's not a good sign if they talk back." Said the girl who talked to random objects in the sky all the time.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

I know, right?

"Yeah, that's pretty true." Because it's probably a demon. Or monster. It angel who wants to wear you like a prom dress. "I'm Dean."

[likethegun]

Between Zoe's message about the island's newest resident and the hang-up calls he'd been getting, Sam figured it was time to visit the island.

In retrospect, he probably should have asked if anything weird was going on before he arrived, but that would just be something to whine about to Zoe later.

When Sam spotted Dean--well, it was strange, even after the heads-up, but he still smiled. "Hey Dean."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Sammy." Dean, pull yourself together, man.

[likethegun]

Somehow, Sam had been expecting a happier response. Clearly, he hadn't spent enough time with his family lately. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked quietly

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

He was perfectly fine! Just, you know, soulful eyes.

Also? Giving Sam a gruff, tight hug for being alive and painfully young.