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Welcome! Have you ever wondered what your favorite supernatural TV fandoms would look like if they were all literally interconnected? If Damon from Vampire Diaries heard about Sunnydale becoming a crater? What if 'fighting for vampire rights' in True Blood mattered in the world of Supernatural? Want to find out how your favorite characters will react in a world like this? Join in and don't forget to follow your instincts!
Canons: True Blood, Being Human (BBC), Vampire Diaries, Buffy & Angel, & Supernatural.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Alcohol was an escape and in some cases a crutch. If there was something eating away at him, it was one of the first supports that he went to. If alcohol didn’t fix it, nothing would. As aware as he was with the faults in that logic, he didn’t pay attention to it. He needed liquor now and then. It kept him from swimming too deep into the darkness that often shadowed over his life and there were times where he felt like he functioned a lot better with it in his system. Tonight, it was mandatory, because he wanted to have a good time. He didn’t want to think about demons, apocalypses or vampires. If someone had brought up the fanged sons of bitches tonight, he probably would have ignored the conversation completely. He wasn’t even in the mood to argue that sympathizers were idiots or that he was still in shock that it would ever be illegal to hunt them. Vampires shouldn’t even be known to the public, let alone protected by the law. And why not have a little fun now and then? One night off of the job wasn’t going to hurt anyone. The world would keep rotating and there would still be hunters out there to take care of innocent people. It wasn’t as if the world was going to fall to pieces because Dean Winchester was in a bar somewhere, getting drunk and hitting on a friend without any semblance of shame left. But, why would he be ashamed? What did he really have to be overwhelmingly shy about right now? As far as he was concerned, nothing. “The other’s better than a lapdance, not gonna lie.” He replied, raising his eyebrows with playful innuendo. He didn’t mind where this conversation had gone; who would?
A crazy person, he guessed. Dean was completely open to the route that it took and the company he was in. There wasn’t anyone else that he was too concerned about. He didn’t give a damn about any of the other women in the bar, because he had what he wanted right there. Dean was good at giving someone his attention and ignoring the rest. No one else would have been that fun to be around anyway. He knew Iofiel and so it added to his reasoning for hanging out with her, rather than checking out the other occupants. Add to it that he liked her and he was enjoying their interaction completely, he didn’t see a reason to stop or to look at anyone else. He was more than happy without anyone intruding on his good time. There wasn’t going to be a better one found in the bar. Dean was sure that he struck it good tonight. The nudge that almost led her to fall caused Dean to laugh under his breath as he took another drink. “Careful, or I’ll have to carry you out of here.” Dean joked. And luckily, so far, as forward as he started to be, it wasn’t throwing her off or making her cut him off quickly. If she had, he would have dropped it and he pretended to consider for a moment before shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t think I’ve made it to mind-reader yet.” And what was wrong with being a little cheeky—all right, more than a little. But, there was nothing wrong with that either. “Well, in that case, we can’t have you lonely. I’ll have to come keep you company. And y’know, check out the silk sheets.” And a whole lot more than that.
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As far as Iofiel was concerned, her company was was the best she could have on an evening like this, and especially after that last hunt, it had completely knocked her spirit, but with alcohol flowing and a light cheery conversation with Dean. She couldn’t ask for a better evening, and even if there was something better she was happy with what she had, and with plenty of cash on her, the drinks could keep flowing and the conversation could swim along happily without the panic that either of them had to rush off somewhere. She rarely kept company whilst she was drinking, and it was mainly because when she was, she became a different character of sorts, but only in the sense that everything she normally was was heightened tenfold, and those thoughts she usually kept to herself, she didn’t mind letting slip out. She started to hum the tune that was playing behind her; slightly head bobbing to it, as if she was really started getting into it. Had she been alone she would have probably been dancing around by now and singing at the top of her vessels lungs but she didn’t particularly fancy making an idiot of herself just yet. She looked at him, a curl in the corner of her lips as he said how the second thing was better than a lap dance and proceeded to take a drink from her glass. She wasn’t going to lie, it sounded like a good idea, she wasn’t making any qualms about keeping her thoughts to herself this evening, and neither was he by the sounds of it. “I’ll definitely consider it then.” She answered playfully, and if was game, then she didn’t see why she wouldn’t be too, considering all the contributing factors of the evening.
She ruffled her fingers through her hair, waving her hand in the air to grab the barman’s attention, waiting for him to plod over to them before finally speaking to him with a chipper tone in her voice. “I want as many shots as this wad can buy me.” He handed him a handful of notes and watched him disappear before looking back over at Dean with an adorable smile. “Hope you don’t mind shots, otherwise I’m gonna have to drink them all myself!” The bartender came back over with a few shot glasses and a bottle for her to pour it out herself, which was rather impressive, considering she was completely unaware of how much she’d given him. She poured herself three out and then poured another three out for Dean, placing them in front of him, hoping he would just take the drinks. She didn’t fancy forcing them on him, but that would mean she had an entire bottle to herself and that would just take the night in a completely awkward direction, considering Dean would probably have to carry her home before the night was out, if he didn’t keep up with her and how much she drunk. “I highly doubt that. No matter how drunk I get, I can always find my way home.” She replied with a smile, it was true she was at an advantage with a higher tolerance and the ability to zap herself there should she need to, but even so, when she was too drunk to even care, she could always get herself home and in her bed. She chuckled as he mentioned that he wasn’t a mind-rider, but she knew as much anyway, she knew it had all been just a very cheeky coincidence. “That you will… there’s…. a lot of exploring to do.” She winked at him, downing a shot straight after and shaking slightly as it send a weird sensation down her body.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
There were a lot of ways that Dean could have tried to spend his evening. The top involved alcohol and he found that the best company that he could have asked for happened to be right beside him. There were no complaints coming from him. It wasn’t an expected meeting, no, but it was a lot better than what he might have picked up. Tonight, he wasn’t going to drown in thoughts of hunting or the way that his world always happened to be one step away from diving off a cliff. He didn’t want to think about any sort of drop, instead he was going to focus on having a good time. After all, that’s what he came here for and it looked like he was getting it without a problem. Iofiel was a lot of fun, he had to give her that. And the conversation wasn’t going in a negative direction at all. “Let me know the conclusion you come to,” he grinned, but of course he was interested. Why would he turn that down here? Alcohol had definitely lowered a lot of inhibitions, but it wasn’t as if he had to really lower them much in the least. Agreeing to that wouldn’t have come hard in the least. Hell no, it wouldn’t. But the alcohol seemed to make everything a lot more relaxed and open. As if there wasn’t anything wrong to be said here. Well, he guessed that there would be things he could have said that would ruin everything, but Dean was smarter than that and he didn’t have anything to say that he thought might ruin the moment at all. And now, he was a lot more comfortable that what he had to say wasn’t going to be taken too badly. Everything was going in the right direction.
As the barman set up the shot glasses and handed the bottle over, the hunter couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “I need to hit bars with you more often.” He said, since his pocket cash wasn’t going to pay for that much half of the time. “Don’t worry, you still have me to contend with.” Of course, he also figured that there wouldn’t be a real challenge to be had here if that was the route he went. After all, she was still an angel and he figured that that had to be added into how much she could drink in comparison to him. He wouldn’t let her get to the point that she couldn’t get out of her stool without help just as he was sure she wouldn’t let him drink until he blacked out on the bar floor. That would have been awkward. “I guess I’m the only one with ‘didn’t quite make it home’ stories,” He teased. Though generally when he was that drunk, he wound up waking up in his car, rather than anywhere too interesting. He was smart enough to drive when he was plastered and that was usually the place he wound up if he couldn’t stumble back to the motel. And that kind of drunkenness was a rarity for him anyway. As much as he drank, he didn’t go that far on a regular basis. “It’s my lucky night then, ‘cause I like to explore.” He grinned and took down a shot quickly. It felt good to be getting that drunk. He didn’t feel like caring about much else, other than having a good time. They deserved this. After all they did for the world, they deserved to hang back, get drunk and have a good time.
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Alcohol was never a replacement for the more important things in life, but it was a good substitute for a conversation when you didn’t want one. Iofiel avoided conversations with strangers because they always tended to be dull or whining about how crappy their lives were when they didn’t even know the definition of crappy. The end of the world was crappy; your wife binning your favourite suit because it had a hole in it wasn’t, that was just unfortunate. “You may have to help me with making my mind up…” She replied, smirking into her drink as her eyes scanned the table to decide if she wanted anything else from behind the bar, but the chances were very slim at this point in time. She didn’t want to get too drunk, because then she would feel like crap the day after, it’s what happened sometimes. “I’m sure it wouldn’t take MUCH persuasion if you set your mind to it.” She added, guiltlessly. She had to admit she wanted it, but, it didn’t hurt her to play a little hard to get at times, especially when it came to getting someone at a point that she was going to have so much fun at. She pursed her lips and took another drink. Looking out of the corner of her eye at Dean as if she was suspecting him to be looking around the room at other women, she then looked to the other side of her, and sure enough the man who had grabbed her backside and bought her a drink was still staring at her over his beer. “Take a picture; it lasts longer.” She snapped placing her glass on the table, still refusing to look at the man, because in all honesty, he wasn’t her type.
“I wish you would.” She smiled, pouring out the shots and passing a couple of glasses over Deans way, “It’s not often you find someone who appreciates a good night out as much as you do. And I’ll drink to that.” She took down one of the shots like it was nothing, and put it back on the bar before going for the other one, doing the same, and swiftly topping up her glasses again. She could go through countless shots with no adverse effects, but, she loved the taste, or at least this vessel did, for some reason or another. She looked over at him with a slight smirk on her face as she thought of a game. “On the count of three. See who can drink there’s quicker… one… two… three!” She downed her next two shots with ease, happy, even if she wasn’t paying attention to who won. She looked over at him as he mentioned the fact he had some stories about how sometimes he never made it home and chuckled boiling it down to either him being really drunk or at least making it to someone else’s house. “Well you won’t be making it home tonight, I guarantee. In fact, I won’t allow it.” She smirked taking down a couple more shots, the bartender giving her a funny look as if he expected her to fall down there and then and pass out on the floor or something. “Oh you like exploring? Well… then you’re in for a treat tonight.” She answered biting her bottom lip and finishing off her drinks, leaving half the bottle to Dean. “When you finish that lot I say we should head back and have some fun… what do you think about that?” She wasn’t really asking, she was going to drag him back to her place one way or another.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Talking wasn’t Dean’s strong point. He tried to avoid it at all costs and tended to bury a lot underneath alcohol and used it to get through something that he probably should have opened his mouth to talk about. There were times that even he knew that he couldn’t rely on liquor to get him through and would finally say something, but they were rare instances. And he was more likely to point out someone else’s drinking before he realized that he might have a problem himself. Not that he thought he had one in the least bit, but there were times that he drank a little more than he probably should to deal with whatever was digging at him. And Dean lived a life that was full of more than its fair share of burden and darkness. There was a lot that could potentially eat at him and it did. He was a hunter; most of them functioned with alcohol and burying whatever crap they saw so they could move on. And Dean would talk if he needed to, but the odds of him deciding he needed to were slim enough as is. “I can be persuasive,” he replied with an air of pride in himself, that playful grin appearing for a moment once more. “That douche isn’t gonna stop looking,” he said, giving a shake of his head. The guy wasn’t going to get anywhere with staring either, but hey, that was his loss. If he were him, he would think it was high time to scope out someone else. But, apparently he was just that interested in staring at Iofiel. He didn’t know what the guy expected to happen through that. It wasn’t as if staring was ever a good way to pick up women. No, it generally gave off more of a creepy vibe than anything else—or desperate.
“Then people are dull,” Dean decided, if there weren’t many like him. There needed to be an appreciate for a good night out. He went through more than enough work and enough stress to last him three lifetimes, let alone not give himself the opportunity to go out, drink and have a good time. He sure wasn’t going to sit around and brood here. Sometimes drinking seemed to bring that on, but not tonight and not with him. He was there to have a good time and it just so happened that Iofiel was interested in the exact same thing that he was. He could drink to that a thousand times. And as she pushed the shots in his direction, he grabbed them and slammed them down. He finished less than a second after she did, “Close enough.” When it came to not making it back to his hotel, usually it was because he was with someone else. He didn’t always bring them back to his own. One, because bringing a normal woman back to a hunter’s room could rouse questions if he forgot to put anything away and two, he had a brother that generally was in that room or close by and he did try to limit the number of times Sam walked in on him. The rest, they were flukes because he was too wasted. But, usually, he tried to choose bars close to the motel if he was going to get wasted, so that there was less of a risk of not getting back there. And if he had his car, then it was better just to crash in the backseat for the night. “What can I say? Exploring’s my thing.” He smirked, pouring himself more shots before taking them down just the same way he had the previous. “I say you’d better be serious, ‘cause I’m already there.” Of course he wanted to pick up and go to her place. There wasn’t a question.
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Word selection was always appropriate when it came to getting what you wanted in life; the trick to it was, to make it sound like a demand, like you were putting your foot down, but at the same time, make it sound like you were giving them a choice, because when they do refuse, you can retract the ideal that it was a question at all. Iofiel knew how to do this very well, and had had enough practice in her lifetime to get her through times without really panicking too much that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. She wasn’t quite sure if that was because she was a woman and generally all a pretty girl had to do to get what she wanted was to smile suggestively and bat her eyelids, but she liked to think that her powerful words also managed to get her the things she wanted in life. “Well, we’ll have to test that theory when we get back to mine…” She grinned, but then he made the comment about the douchebag looking at her and rolled her eyes, looking down into her drink. “I don’t even understand what the hell he’s staring at…” That’s when an idea struck her, albeit it wasn’t a particularly stable idea, but it was an idea nonetheless and she got up from her stool, looking at Dean and walking over to the man. She stood behind him, grabbing the back of his collar and forcing him forwards into the bar, whispering something into his ear so Dean didn’t hear what she said, a somewhat angry look on her face. When she finished speaking, it didn’t take the man long to finish his drink rapidly and disappear out of the bar. She walked back over to where she had previously been sat, plonking herself back on the stool and getting back to her drink.
“What can I say, Dean. You certainly are one of a kind.” She bit in the corner of her lip as she said it, placing her empty glass on the table. Completely content with the quantity of alcohol she’d had that evening, content that she was perfectly happy to be completely open to Dean, in more ways than one. “I’d say so, but I still won, so you owe me… Not quite sure what yet… I’ll let you decide.” She wasn’t really thinking he did owe her something, but she liked to mess about enough to let people think they owed her, even if it was just a simple race to see who could drink quicker than the other, and it was pretty fun while it lasted. She didn’t want any more to drink so that she could at least walk home without feeling off, and she wanted to get Dean home while he was still somewhat in the right frame of mind that he wasn’t blindly consumed by alcohol. She had a night planned, and if it didn’t go to plan, she would be severely disappointed but something made her think that Dean wasn’t going to be a let-down, it didn’t seem in his nature to be as such, no matter how drunk he may have been or gotten that night. “Well let’s see if we can make it an exploration to remember.” She winked at him, even if right now she did sound like a complete nerd with all the exploration references but it didn’t matter to her, and it looked like it didn’t matter to Dean either. “Deadly serious…” She replied, waiting for him to finish off the bottle before grabbing at a part of his jacket and leading him out the bar door at a quick pace. Looking down the streets for people before touching his head and zapping them to her apartment; she smirked at him, pinning him against the nearest wall and going straight in for a rough kiss, not minding whether or not he was bothered by all of this.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Understanding how to talk to people was one way of being able to get what you needed. With Dean, it didn’t always work. He could be a pretty good talker, but at the same time, not everyone was going to be eased by what he had to say. And whether it was because in that moment he wasn’t so good or they were just better, he didn’t know. But, Dean, generally speaking knew how to use words to his advantage. Then, at the same time, his persuasion skills (at least verbally) could suffer immensely and he could wind up talking himself into a hole instead of talking his way out of it. No one was perfect. Especially not Dean. “Oh, I’ll be able to prove it.” Dean assured her, that mischievous smirk plastered on his face. Without even glancing back at the douchebag, he was sure that he wasn’t going to just stop watching her for nothing. “I do,” and he figured that there was a lot of reason for a guy to be staring at an attractive woman in a bar. But, there was also a point where you gave up. And Dean thought that man had crossed that a while ago. If it was him, he would have moved on to the next girl a long time ago. She wasn’t interested and that wasn’t going to change. While Dean didn’t mind someone that was a little hard to get, there was a difference between that and impossible. Some guys just didn’t seem to understand the difference. As Iofiel decided to deal with it though, Dean couldn’t help but watch with a curious wonder. He wasn’t sure what she’d said to him, but the man got up to disappear quick enough and as Iofiel returned, he was still flashing her that curious look. “What’d you say?” He asked, because come on, how could he not want to know?
“Always have been.” Although he wasn’t as smug as he sounded when he said it, it came out of the playful air that hit his mood. It was enough for him to lift his head a little higher, the smirk etched onto his face for a moment before he broke and chuckled. “I’ll figure out something I’m sure you’ll like.” Dean replied. Though, from the looks of it tonight was going to go down a route that they were both going to like. He didn’t see how there was another option and he didn’t think, by any means, that Iofiel was going to be disappointing. No way. That just wasn’t the case here. And even though he’d had a lot to drink now and wasn’t on the sober side of the spectrum, it didn’t change what he was capable of or that he still had no intentions of disappointing her. “I think it already will be,” he grinned, and naturally he liked the way this conversation was going. The playful edge to it was something he embraced completely, not to mention the end result. “That’s what I like to hear.” With the bottle finished, he didn’t hesitate to get up with her to move towards the door. He wasn’t yet sure exactly how they were getting back, but it turned out not to be a problem because as soon as they were on the street, he didn’t have time to process that she was zapping them back to her apartment before she did so. “Don’t waste time now,” he teased, since she’d done the exact opposite of wasting time. He approved of the speed and vocalized a sound of pleasure and surprise when she kissed him against the wall. His hands immediately found her hips, pulling her against him as they kissed; not in a rush to pull out of it.
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