[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
It was Dean's fault.

See, if Dean hadn't been so busy with Jo and that girl at the farm, maybe he would have been as restless as Sam and maybe they would have found things to do, monsters to hunt, people to save, etc. etc. the Winchester Way. And if they'd been doing that, Sam would not have found himself up against a supernatural creature with Leah at his back.

Not that Leah's... that is, yeah, she's blind, but... because he totally respects her and her past as a superhero, it's just...

Anyway, none of that is the point. Because it's Dean's fault.

But these complaints don't really pop up until later.



Right now, Sam is not cursing Dean. He's thanking him. Mentally thanking him, of course, because Dean's occupation with two women in separate cities keeps him both busy and distant. And this gave Sam plenty of freedom to spend with the female of his choice... without having to listen to Dean be rude and inappropriate.

And spending time with Leah, even just making fun of each others drink choices, was always nice.

So when they both admitted to being bored one day, and had been for several days, with no plans in the near future and no obligations they could think of, Sam found himself saying "Road trip?" and was delighted to hear her agreement.

Granted, he wasn't sure where to go or what to do and, on second thought, wondered if being in a car for an extended period of time was like torture to a blind person. But by that point, Leah had already agreed and he'd been half-packed. They could always come back early.


So there's Sam and there's Leah and there's the Porsche around them, zooming along the road and occasionally bouncing over potholes. And worries or not, the driver of the car looks very content.
[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
So Sam hasn't seen Leah in a while. He does that a lot - disappears, doesn't see people for a long time. Always has (exception: Stanford) but it's only been recently that he feels bad for it. It isn't hunts keeping him away, it's other things.

Like trips to Lawrence and strange conversations with Jo.

Which is why he made his most recent trip to Metropolis, otherwise known as Operation: Go To The Farm To Retrieve Fruit As A Gift For Your Friend So She Doesn't Glare At You (How Does She Do That?).

The Porsche pulls to a stop outside Leah's apartment and Sam gets out a grocery bag in his arms. Leah gets a lot of favors from all kinds of people. He's hoping no one's brought her peaches, apples, and pineapple in a while.
[identity profile] twiceahero.livejournal.com
Barbara Gordon can't really 'go for a walk', but even she sometimes needs fresh air. She really misses her car from back home. They haven't had time to modify any of the recovered vehicles here for use by a woman with no working legs, and that means she can't actually go too far from the farm. Still, she goes as far as she can. It's not far but it gives her at least the illusion of distance. Of solitude.

At least if she ignores the laptop tucked under her seat which will give her a signal if any7 of a dozen of her algorithmic alarms go off.
[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
Dean is apparently living at Jo's. Leah is working and while she usually has time for a drink, Sam doesn't want to interrupt her, or hang around too much. No jobs to do, that he knows of. No real desire to go out by himself to do them, either. There's nothing wrong with his car and he's not Dean - meaningless tune-ups don't interest him. His guns and knives have been cleaned and polished, he's stocked up on bullets, salt, holy water. Ransacked more than a few bookstores and churches. Sat around the apartment he usually shares with his brother and stared at blank walls.

Sam is bored. Very, very bored.

And in Kansas.



Metropolis is a few hours from Lawrence. What's in Lawrence is... complicated. But maybe it's time he finally checked it out. Looked it in the eye and addressed it's existence.

(the "it" in question is debatable)



For now, Sam Winchester is sitting on the front step of the apartment building he sleeps in, frowning to the north.
tobeclosetohim: (Shotgun 3-I aim with my hands)
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Many things have changed throughout Jo Harvelle's life in terms of her knowledge about that said life. Especially given her family, her life, her choices and, one cannot forget, the intrusions of the multiverse. But there are a very, very, very minute amount of things that never change and one of those is this.


Time passes.

It always does.


Some indeterminate time, neither too long or too short, but still having passed from it, from Christmas finds Jo in a defunct, rather trashed, armory store.

Metropolis

Aug. 13th, 2009 06:36 pm
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[personal profile] tobeclosetohim
[Handwavely time framed to today, not today, forever ago, forever from the actual now or whenever...cause I'm totes crazy like that. I have a snarky blonde and know how to use it. Don't tempt me. :P]


It's the day after Christmas and some of the people are still sprawled where they fell -- but Jo isn't.

She isn't in her bed (which is made for the first time in over a month), or on the couch in living room (there isn't any room there right now anyway), or at the table in the kitchen she spent so many hours (with its laborious pile of dishes and heaping left over’s).

She's at the end of her walk, front door still hanging a few inches open, barefoot in a pair of blue jeans and a thin black tank top. The way she's standing there, arms crossed and hands cupping her opposing elbows, her copper eyes are focused forward, she could be staring out at nothing the way she has been for months -- but she isn't.
[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
It took Sam about half an hour after he'd left the farm to realize he'd probably overreacted. And in the true fashion of Winchesters men everywhere, he decided the best course of action would be to wait until his brother forgot about it before going back.

He'd driven in a random direction before realizing there was nowhere to go. Maybe you're catching him on a pitstop out of Smallville, in some small town where it may or may not have been wise to stop. Or maybe you waited long enough to find him in Metropolis again, raiding book stores.

Eventually, he's got to find something useful. Right?
[identity profile] hector-aframian.livejournal.com
The Impala is almost subdued as it pulls into the front yard of the farm and growls over to a park by the barn. Dean unfolds himself from the seat and adjusts his jacket collar, frowning and quiet, before shoving his hands into his pockets and striding over towards the kitchen.

It's the best reason to come to the farm, of course.
[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
The Winchester boys left Metropolis with goodbyes paid to their friends, a slightly uneasy air between them, and a few six packs tossed into the trunk.

It was the start to a truly excellent hunt. All they needed was... well, something to hunt. Fortunately, in this world, that didn't take too long.

The Impala rolls back into a town three weeks later. They might have come back earlier for Jo, for Leah but there had been towns to help, people to save.

...also, dinosaurs to find. Not that they happened to pass any but there'll be plenty of that in the future and there was plenty else to see and do, salt and burn.

Also, pranks to pull.

This time, Dean got the poison ivy slipped into his shorts but as Sam walks the streets of Metropolis to a very particular apartment, he's picking irritably at his hair.

He should have guessed Dean would attack his hair first and foremost, but he's still pissed about the glue in his shampoo.
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Abandoning people in their house after they've offered you hospitality is incredibly rude, especially if the person in question is disabled and unable to follow. Leah was upset and bitter for at least fifteen minutes.

Then she got over it, tidied her apartment again and finished the headpiece she was working on. Visitors this morning would find her in the large basement room she had Sam convert into a target range, using her bow and laser sight to send arrow after arrow into the target. It's practically meditation.

Anyone who happened to be fiddling with their radio might find her frequency, too. She keeps them open.
[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
Sam left Leah's apartment, and it's occupants, behind.

Not really behind. Just behind enough to give him some distance and a vague flash of guilt for not saying goodbye to Leah.

Of course, this is hours after he'd left. He had a little more on his mind than a friend's hurt feelings.

Going far isn't an option. Not when Dean could come back looking for him. Sam might not need his brother's car anymore, but he's not going to make it any harder for Dean to find him than it has to be. Not when he wants to be found.

Anyway. His Porsche is right outside a trashy bar just down the street from Leah's house. His headache is mostly gone and he's nursing the rest of it with a bottle of pretty crappy beer, occupying the rest of his brain with a book he'd picked up in Metropolis.
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Sam's hurt. Though thankfully not as hurt ashe would have been had he fallen. Leah wasted no time in reviving her co-leader of Pax Youth bossiness, and insisting he be taken back to her apartment, along with Dean and Jo.

In her own home, Leah doesn't even need to use a cane, moving through the kind of sparse, pinprick-neat space with absolute confidence, knowing where everything is.

"Living room's that way," she says, opening the door as she passes it, heading herself through the hallway to the ktichen. "Don 't move anything.

Why she doesn't wantthings touched is obvious: everything has a place and Leah has to know where it is. Theliving room is tidy, but not minimalist: there's a three seater sofa and armchairs for two around a coffee table, and the wall others might have aTV on is dominated by a bookshelf, loaded with Braille books, CDs and a top of the range stereo system, that nevertheless has a distinctly doctored look to it. A dining room-size tabel to the side is arranged neatly with wires and tools; Leah's got a couple of projects going.

"Who wants tea?"
[identity profile] ineveryport.livejournal.com
It's a regular caravan that shows up at Metropolis today.

Vehicle One: The Coraline, a modifies pick-up truck being driven by everyone's favourite bloodthirsty pirate, with a distinctly anti-killing ex-Robin in the passenger seat. The ghost of a teenage girl is technically sitting on the roof of the cabin, but sometimes she pokes her head in to interrupt the boys in their conversation.

Vehicle Two: A 1967 Chevrolet Impala, the only one blaring out tunes, while the driver and his blonde passenger sit in relative silence, not having much to say to each other.

Vehicle Three: A Porsche, containing one carefully prepared hunter and one blind woman who prides herself on not needing any preparation. The conversation in that one is a little more lively, even containing the occasional laugh from the girl.

It's a ridiculous procession, considering they don't really know where they're going. But Jack has all six of his senses peeled, looking for a young teenage girl of Chinese origin who isn't a young teenage girl of Chinese origin.
[identity profile] twiceahero.livejournal.com
Babs is sitting out on the back porch. Her laptop flickers beside her, and every so often she looks over and perhaps taps a few keys. But mostly she stares out over the fields.

Things are quiet here. It's so different from Gotham and from Metropolis and from everywhere else she's lived all her life.

She's not sure whether she likes it or not.
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Over in the training field, there's important experimentation going on. An old archery target has been set up, and some paces away is a long white and red stick on top of a tripod.

From the top of this stick,a couple of wires loop out and attach to a roughly made glove on the left hand of a blonde woman with a blindfold loosely tied around her eyes as she lines up a homemade bow towards the target and shoots.

In succession, she shoots three arrows near and around the bullseye, approaches with confidence, checks the location, and returns.

It all takes a lot of concentration. Distractions might put her off her stroke.
[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
Sam has a shiny car, a full tank of gas, a backpack full of fresh notebooks and pens, and a trunk full of supplies.

Also, an apple.

He is quite happily leaning against his car, munching on an apple and waiting for Dean and his apparent harem to show up so they can get going.
[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
The Aerie One settles back at the farm within a day of its departure - and with two more people aboard. After promising to come back as soon as he finds his brother, Sam checks his supplies, grabs some food from the farmhouse's kitchen, loads up the Porsche, and gets ready to go.

He can be found (for scening) in one of several places:
-In front of the Aerie, packing his car
-In the farmhouse, looking for food
-On the road to Metropolis
-In Metropolis, looking for a parking place
-In Metropolis, on foot, looking for his brother.

He's still a little worried about Leah, but he has no doubt she'll be fine with Dinah until he gets back.
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Dinah didn't have much success in her seaching for Dean Winchester, so in the end she decided to accompany Zinda in the Aerie One to Frankfurt. The telecommunications tower proves easy enough to find, and there's a nice big road in front of it, but it's the shiny looking car that catches the eye of the Black Canary first.

"OK, this car is a total babe magnet."
[identity profile] not-scully.livejournal.com
It's been almost two weeks since Sam flash-banged his way into this world and not much has changed - at least in terms of his knowledge of things. All he's aware of right now is that it's some kind of apocalyptic version of Earth and he's in Austria.

On the plus side, he's learned a few words in German.

The not so plus side: Red was right and he can't find a working telephone, radio, or morse code system. And since he came in without the Impala, his resources are limited to what's in his pockets. Which, for most, would be absolutely useless.

Thankfully, Sam is a Winchester.

Though he could use some more bullets and he's already cursing himself for only keeping a handgun on him and not a shotgun with salt shells. Come to think of it, he could use some salt, too. There's a long list of supplies he keeps on him and a way to carry them is just as important. With all the abandoned cars on the road, it isn't hard at all for Sam to find one that works with just a little bit of attention. It's just... well... he's going to find his brother, right? It's only natural that he thinks of Dean while he looks for cars.

Which means he's walking for a week and working for four straight days to make the car actually work, but by the end of it, Sam is cruising down some Austrian road or another in a 1956 Porsche Speedster.

He might not have his brother here, but Sam's smilin' anyway.

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