On The Wing (site rp)

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ON THE WING

PLOT

POSTING ORDER

• Sam Winchester
  
• Dean Winchester
  

[Sam Winchester]

LOCATION: Impala
TIME: 6:20 p.m

The engine thrummed as the black 67 Chevy went down the road. It was open, it was vast, and it was fresh. It felt good to be out on the open road, well sort of. Things were still tense between Sam and Dean, but that was alright. It was better than nothing at all. However, he was considering other options. Maybe even stopping the hunting for good. But that was only a slight if.

He wasn’t for sure on that, nothing for him was ever for sure. Not really anyways. The one thing that was for sure was that he wanted Lucifer gone. He didn’t want to be the angels bitch. Not one damned bit. It made him shudder over the thought. He glanced over at Dean who was tiredly driving. Looking at him made the feeling only worse. There had to be a solution, but first Dean needed to rest.

“Dean,” he said clearing his throat through the silence. “Dean? Come on dude, bro. You need to take a break. We have been driving for hours. I think it’s time to stop by the side of the road somewhere and get at least something to eat, maybe even stretch your legs out a bit. You don’t need yourself getting worn out before you can actually stop. I don’t need you getting into a car wreck.”

He then looked out the window again hoping to see a restaurant. At first the endeavor seemed hopeless. But then he saw a sign for a diner not to far up the road. Thank the heavens was all he could think. At least he could make sure Dean got a cup of coffee this way. After all, some days Sam had to wonder if Dean forgot how much he cherished the Impala. The car was his baby. Sam knew this from experience.

“Dude, pull into the diner coming up. I mean it.” He stated sternly.

[Dean Winchester]

LOCATION: Diner somewhere in Washington
TIME: 6:30 p.m

Dean had been deep in his own thoughts that were for sure. Everything was spinning in his head and it wasn’t intending to slow down any time soon. He had thought about taking aspirin, but he had a feeling it would do no good except get him overdosed. Then where would he be, probably back in hell being some demons bitch. That thought for sure was not a pleasant one. Not one damned bit. That and he didn’t’ want to think about it.

He was pulled out of his revere though by Sam speaking up. He glanced over at his bro casually. Almost tiredly that was for sure. Hell he was tired and he didn’t want to admit that he was. Not to himself and most certainly not to Sam. That just posed as bad juju. However, his brother seemed to be seeing right through him. His hard armor had been chinked for the day. That was never a good sign.

“Alright Sammy, alright.” He said lazily. “I’ll pull over.”

His stomach then growled loudly. Force of habit he glanced down at it and then back up at the road. He hated when his brother was right. He gave a sign and clenched the steering wheel briefly. Inwardly Dean cursed to himself. He then glanced again at Sam and gave a half quirked smile. Before he spoke he laughed.

“It seems my stomach is over ruling then since it seems to want to try and eat me alive. So alright, we’ll stop…I promise.” He stated casually. Once then got there Dean parked the Impala and turned the vehicle off. The call of food became stronger as he saw the diners sign. He gave Sam one smart ass glance and then got out of the car, slamming the door smartly behind him. As he did so he stated, “Come on Sammy, food awaits!” He then walked towards the door and into the joint. He knew Sam had to of been rolling his eyes at him.

[Kamder Hassan]

LOCATION: Diner
Time: 6:35

Kadmer sat alone at the diner counter, sitting somewhat comfortably on a stool. Technology these days never ceased to amuse and amaze him. Seriously, how could the mortals ever be used to light givers hanging right above them. Were the not afraid of them falling? And this material that they use to write things on. There were so many different types! Colored, hard, soft, rough, even some that reflected light! And the script they use, also so many! Apparently, they were from all different languages and dialects. Dear Ra, the world had changed so much.

He frowned, recalling the one thing he will never get used to. So many more religions. Is this why they had become so weak? It wouldn't bother him so much if the humans wouldn't kill over which religion is superior. Did it really matter that much? Leaning his elbow on the counter, he rested his chin on his closed fist. Meh, at least he should try to find some food in here...

If his regular ears had been with him, they would have perked at the sound of the door opening. Seeing to young men walk through, Kadmer decided to take this oppritune meeting to his advantage. Putting on his best, 'in need of help please' he waved over to Sam and Dean.

"H-Hello... I do not speak... this nation's language very well.... I am trying to, find... how do you say... 'some grub' to eh, eat. Do you know.. what American food is good, yes?" Kadmer tried to lay the accent thick, just to make it more convincing. Really, he just wanted to get to know some locals, America was so different, everyone was different, and this was just a good reason to make friends.