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new orleans ♔ and you were the light that brought me back

War of Hearts - Russell Taylor

WHO ||Dean, Rose, Sam, Alainn [closed]
WHAT || Dean & Rose spontaneously tie the knot
WHERE || The French Quarter 24/7 Wedding Chapel, New Orleans
WHEN || A couple weeks post LA, after the Rafael rescue (2017)
HOW || Actionspam (single thread)

[ No one probably ever thought this day would come, probably least of all the bride and groom.

But a surprise proposal (of sorts) from Rose has led them both here, as the clock clicks close to midnight, to one of the only 24/7 wedding chapels there is, conveniently located right here in New Orleans, where they happened to make the decision. Neither one of them seems to want a big wedding, so much as they just want to get married already, although everyone is a little concerned that Dean is going to develop cold feet as the time draws nearer. With a nat 20 will save though, he's actually eerily calm about the whole thing as Sam drives him to the place and they fill out the paperwork, while Alainn gets Rose ready in a nearby room. Dean takes a moment to slip the guy running the place some cash money under the table not to put their name up on the public registry that they keep on their website, to at least not flagrantly advertise their location. By the time anyone traces them here from the actual signing of documents, they should be long gone. Once all that's done, Dean and Sam have a few moments alone while they go to process everything, and he steps into the chapel room, walking slowly down the aisle with his hands shoved in the pockets of the suit that Alainn picked up for him and Sam talked him into actually wearing, studying the kooky decor with a pensive look on his face. ]

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[Alainn is planted in front of the door, one arm crossed over her stomach as she cradles a red solo cup filled with whiskey. Her eyes are a bright, burnished gold as she monitors the motel through Fede's eyes, the hawk making lazy circles high above the building. She should've done this at the chapel, should've been able to warn the others of what they were walking into. For those very brief moments of sharing in her friends happiness, she had put aside her paranoia. What a mistake that had been.

She doesn't say anything either, it's not her place. If anything, she felt more like a burden to be privy to such personal history. She knew enough of Dean to know he held his cards so close to the chest for a reason, and now he was bearing his most personal self with two more people. If she were asked to leave she wouldn't bat an eye, understanding that there is only so much pain you can ask others to help you bear, and sometimes that was harder than the actual pain, the sharing of it.

But she also isn't going to be the one to bring her presence into focus again, preferring to keep an eye out for anymore unwanted guests.]

[ While Alainn guards the door, Bobby is at the window, eyes on the parking lot outside as if expecting all hell to break loose out there.

...Again, apparently?

The curtain is mostly drawn closed, just leaving enough space for him to peer out without giving any view of the room behind him, just in case there's something out there trying to watch. But he, too, turns when Rose comes out, eyes on her changed appearance as she settles in - not where he'd expect, but he doesn't touch that at the moment. There's already enough emotional tension in this room as it is. He doesn't have a drink - yet - so he instead crosses his arms over his chest as the brothers talk. Sam's offer is generous - and one he would have taken the younger brother up on - but he knows Dean well enough to know that's probably not going to fly now. Not after what they'd all seen tonight.

So instead, he lifts a hand to rub over his face before coming to sit on the edge of the other bed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. ]

Alright. Someone start at the beginning.

[ He doesn't even know who to direct that to at this point, considering they all seemed to have pieces of this broken puzzle. ]

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[What even is the beginning though?

Sam rolls his beer bottle between his hands, volunteering himself as the one to start this conversation because, of the three of them holding most of the info, he's probably the one most willing to talk.

Sounds about par for the course.]

I should probably start off by saying that I came through the Veil almost five years ago now. Dean didn't. He's bee on this side his whole life...along with the guy we just 'ran into' back there.

[He lets that hang a second, as if that will help him process what that means before he continues.]

There are bits and pieces of what I remember that doesn't line up with what happened here, but most of it's the same.

Edited 2019-04-08 13:57 (UTC)

[ he's glad sam said that part, because honestly that's one of the hardest pieces of news for him to break - that "his" sam had become the monster that he did. ]

Same start to it all, except here, it was Lucifer's blood that got fed to Sam as a baby. They marked him out right from the start. Because of me, and some prophecy about our family, and how it was all supposed to play out. [ that, in itself, is a pretty telling statement from dean, who flat-out states that he feels personally responsible for the fact that sam was ever even targeted by hell in the first place. he's gonna gloss past that real fast though ] I don't know what you even know, Bobby, or what it was even like where you come from. About our parents... what happened to Dad...

But here, eventually it all led to Sam dyin' and me making a trade to bring him back. I got a year, and he got a second chance.

Eventually, that year was up. [ he clearly hates telling this part, even more so because he's not sure what bobby might already know and he doesn't really want to discuss it any more than he has to ] That's where things got complicated.

[He briefly interjects at the end there to say:]

That's the last thing I remember before I popped through the Veil. I think it was when that was...about to happen. Me, um, dying, I mean.

[He remembers Dean calling his name, telling him to look out, followed by a harsh grip on his shoulder.

And then...this.

Sometimes he wonders about his Dean, but it always bothers him way too much to dwell on it. It's something he'll probably have to deal with sooner or later, but they haven't really had time amidst everything else happening all the time.]

A prophecy.

[ His voice sounds tired at that. He hates the direction this is going in already. ]

I think we should assume from the get-go that there are some similarities but probably more differences than any of us care for, so probably play safer to that end of things in your explaining. Where I came from, there's was no prophecy about your family, Dean - 'least not that ever got leaked to me. It was Sam that was the link in - not through Lucifer himself but that yellow-eyed bastard. Before I came through the Veil... well, that had all just gone to shit.

[ He gives Dean a pointed look, because he Strongly Suspects how the elder Winchester had resolved that particular problem - back home, at least - even though he hadn't personally had time to confirm it before falling into this world. Sam dying and then suddenly not being dead was a pretty big clue. ]

You boys sure do have a damned good talent at making things 'complicated'.

[ You know what? He's getting up to grab that beer now. He is way too sober for this conversation. ]

[ tell him about it. he doesn't bother to comment on what he thinks might be the reality of bobby's version of reality - the things he think he might just not be aware of. instead, he is trying to figure out how the hell to say this next part. he's just gonna plunge into it, without even a snarky comeback, while bobby pops that beer open ]

They dragged me to hell, and I stayed down there until an angel named Castiel hauled my ass out. [ that's the very short version and that's what you're getting and be glad you're getting that much. there is no eye contact with anyone in this room. potentially ever again. ] He told me about the prophecy, and that the archangel Michael had tasked him to save me. For this... quest of theirs. [ how many times must he revisit this lately ] It was supposed to change everything. Redeem mankind.

Save everybody.

[His eyes widen slightly at the mention of the yellow-eyed demon because, um, what if Bobby's from his version of things...

...but he'll turn back around to that some other time instead of derailing what they've got going on already. It's pretty clear that Dean hates everything about having to hash this out again, considering he just did it what...earlier today with him? Yikes.]

It basically turned into Hell screwing with- [He almost says 'us' but he...wasn't technically there. It's weird, okay.] -Dean and everyone else at every opportunity, setting us up for misery while Heaven just sort of watched it all happen.

The Sam you just saw ended up signing up with Hell along the way. A lot of people died...including this side's version of you. And Dean decided he'd had enough of the bullshit and told the angels to screw it, basically.

[ It was one thing to slowly allow herself to shut down when Dean wasn’t speaking, but another thing entirely for her to hear the strain in every word that passes his lips and not feel the pull to him. Perhaps it’s just hearing the very words the first day he’d talked to her about all this. The moment she’d decided that she didn’t care what it was or how bad it could be, that they’d deal with whatever happened together.

She’d never regretted that decision. Not once in the years she’d been with him and that wasn’t about to change just because his Fiend Brother and her Fiend ex-best friend had ruined their wedding. She might not have a whole lot left in her to give tonight, but she could at least give him this.

She doesn’t say anything, just slips from the bed as Sam picks up the story and crosses to where Dean sits. She doesn’t try and make him look at her, doesn’t try to compromise him any more than he already is. She just lingers there for a moment; standing beside his chair as they face opposite directions. The back of her hand ever so lightly brushing against him before she allows it to come to rest on his shoulder, squeezing gently. A reminder that no matter how shit this all is, he isn’t alone in it.

It’s not much. Not enough and she’s not sure anything she can say or do or be ever will be but that’s not entirely the point. ]

Wait. Hold up a moment.

[ He holds up a finger at Dean, his expression one of perplexed disbelief.

He opens his mouth to ask a question. Closes it. Takes a large swallow of beer that empties half of the bottle in one go. Tries again. ]

You're telling me angels are real.

[ ....Yeah, that's the part he's stumbling over here. ]

[ dean isn't oblivious to a) the fact that sam stepped in to cover a lot of the things he really doesn't want to talk about and b) that rose made her way over to offer her own silent support, in spite of the fact that she was reeling herself. his hand reaches up to cover hers at least and squeeze it, even as he exchanges a look with her and Sam at Bobby's question.

hoo boy. ]

Angels. Heaven. The guy upstairs.

Yeah. It's all real. [ he doesn't sound very uplifted by the fact tbh ]

Well if that ain't a kick in the balls.

[ He actually sounds a little pissed about this. ]

What the hell've they been doin' all this time?!

Doing what they do best. Watching. I met a couple of them in London a while back and they were calming down some humans that had been hurt in a terrorist attack. [Mechanical dragon attack, but whatever.] They can't directly interfere on Earth because of a bunch of rules Heaven and Hell have set up.

[He looks over at Dean, giving him a quick nod, here to back him up in any way he can, before he looks back at Bobby.]

There's also not just one devil. There's nine, with Lucifer himself all the way down at the bottom.

Never seems to stop Hell though.

[ Rose breaking her silence with that bitter remark and it's like a mask slips into place at that. Her hatred and resentment helping her to keep it together and her hand turns beneath Dean's to grasp his as she twists around to take her place at his side. Still wanting that contact, as much for him as for herself... especially with what she has to say now. ]

The woman with the other Sam tonight is Lucifer's consort. The Queen of Hell. [ Though Bobby could have probably guessed by the things that were said this evening, that there was a time when Dean's new wife used to just call her, her Best Friend. ]

Once upon a time, her name was Elena Gilbert. And she worked for the same people we do. All this crap going on with the Nightmare God? It was all wrapped up in that.

[Alainn watches the movements of her best friend, her heart breaking nearly in two at her withdrawl, not only as the bride she had been just moments before, but from any openness she had exhibited earlier in the day. The amount of pain, anger and despair present in the room is enough to feel stifling. The overwhelming urge to open the door, or window, something to get some fresh air circulating was nearly too strong to resist.

Her arms tighten across her abdomen, chin sinking to her chest as she breathes deeply, unwilling to stop listening to their story. She had wanted to know, after all, had been so curious about all of this.]

Did someone let Hell know about all these rules, because they seem to enjoy interferin' just fine.

[ Yeah, he still sounds pretty pissed about that, but it's not directed at anyone in the room. Huffing out another exasperated breath, he lets them spill the rest of it and turns somber again when Rose speaks up. Turning to study her for a moment, this makes the other half of the puzzle click into place about tonight. ]

So. Someone you've also got a lot of history with, then? Queen of Hell is.... a hell of a job.

[ Rose just makes a Hrmph sound at that because frankly? That's her whole issue with the bullshit between Heaven and Hell. She's sick of the constant interference, none more so than now for... very obvious reasons and Heaven seem to think its a spectator sport because they're never around when they could be... not unless somebody dies, apparently.

She glances at Bobby at that question, tension radiating through her body as just the thought of having to talk about Elena is enough to make her want to fly into a rage. ]

You could say that. [ Her words full of steel, though none of it aimed at the relative stranger. ] She was my best friend... before -

[ In the end she just shakes her head because there is just too much history there for Rose to begin to unravel it and she can't. She can't after whats happened tonight. ]

Her and another - [ Friend? Was he ever that in the first place? He was with Azrael before they ever met and he had to know who Dean was when he'd wormed his way into her life. ]

Des. He was a member of our team. [ Rose nodding to Alainn as she keeps watch through the eyes of her familiar. ] Another Fiend shacked up with the Lord of the Eighth, Azrael.

And now they've shown up on our wedding day to try to convince us that it was all one big fuzzy coincidence.

[ the 'yeah right' is there, in his flat as a pancake tone ]

Even if by some miracle, Des and Elena didn't have anything to do with us, it doesn't matter. They're still around all these other people we're close to and they're not trying to help out of the goodness of their hearts. They've got to be up to something.

[He seems reluctant to mention something else, before deciding he should just come out with it because it's going to have to come up sooner or later.]

I mentioned Glasya back there, too. She tracked me down in Chicago when I went there looking for the same answers you were probably trying to find while you were looking for us. Turned out she was Lucifer's daughter and she played me like a fiddle for years.

[ Bobby just makes a noise under his breath and rubs a hand over his face again as he returns to the edge of the empty bed. ]

So we've got Lucifer and his daughter Glasya. We've got another Sam who's now his minion and this Elena, who's now Queen of Hell and his consort. He's been a busy Devil, looks like. And then there's the Devil above him, Azrael, and his Fiend, Des.

Does that about cover the major players here or did I forget someone?

On Hell's side, at least. As far as we know, that about covers it.

There've been others, but not that have come around in years. [ also dean glances over at sam pointedly on his description of glasya but is ... not going to say anything else for now ]

[ Rose's gaze also flickers to Sam, though not so much a look as a moment of uncertainty that follows Bobby's words. Does anyone really want to mention that Sam 1.0 is also shacked up with Glasya? Yeah her neither. ]

There's the Mind Master. She's more, Hell adjacent. A Demon wrapped up with Blade and all his crap. That's supposedly why they're still hanging around. Claiming they need to do some ritual to take her out but... I call bullshit.

[ Her eyes darken once more, her hold on Dean's hand tightening as the barely there control she's been keeping on her emotions slips. (Will Save Crit Fail)]

The only thing any of them ever do is lie.

[ And while it's not quite as intense as it had been before? There's that same surge of light that goes through her body but Rose is too busy glaring at a fixed point on the opposite wall to even register what she's doing. ]

[Sam's about to add on some salt to that last statement by Rose, but the she starts to glow again and he just ends up staring at her.]

Rose...you do realize you're glowing right now, right? [He looks over at Dean, confused.] Is that new? I feel like that's new.

[Or is this one of those things they haven't gotten around to tell him yet.]

[ Bobby's staring a little, too, his eyes flicking back and forth between the remaining members in the hotel room, as if trying to see if they're all seeing what he is. ]

Oh, goo. I'm not the only one confused about that, then. I take it you don't always do that? I mean, it's pretty and all... But you make a hell of a nightlight.

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