Hunters Anonymous (OPEN)

[righteously]

WHO: Dean & Open - Mingle it up!
WHEN: late May
WHERE: the Horizon - Roadhouse Edition
WHAT: Starting a Hunters Anonymous Support Group
WARNINGS: drinking and murder, mostly.

( It starts out with just a couple of people. Dean, obviously, because it's his bar. Eventually Geralt, followed by one of Geralt's other hunting buddies — and then another, and then before you know it there's a handful of hunters all swapping stories about the crap they've seen out in the wilds.

It's about the time Dean makes to take out a notebook and honest to god start writing some of this crap down that two things hit him — First, this is actually really freakin' useful. Second, it feels right. The Roadhouse here may be fake, but this is what the real one would've been like. This is what it was meant for. This is the most real this place has been since he got here.

So he runs it by Geralt, and puts out an APB.

Harvelle's Roadhouse is officially open for business — and not just of the drinking variety.

Mind the jukebox. )

NOTES: This is an open mingle, so feel free to top-level below! The idea here is to open up the Roadhouse for hunter-types to use as a central meeting place or base of operations for anyone who desires to, so feel free to use it as a backdrop for any threads whenever. Obviously non-hunter people are welcome to see the message and wander in whenever they want, too! Info on the Roadhouse can be found here. Hit me up at paingravy for anything you need any time.

Comments

[dirtytrenchcoat]

It's a good turnout.

[Castiel has been at the roadhouse most of the night, watching the place go from somewhat empty to bustling and full. He's seen those he knows, and some he didn't know and has regarded the patrons with about as much concern as he typically did. Hardly any.

His focus instead has been on Dean, and from time to time the flat-screen television overhead. Especially when a song he's familiar with starts to play.] How are you feeling?

[righteously]

( Dean's finally in a place where he doesn't feel the need to be a host. Where he can let go of his projected extroversion to fall back into his more genuine, subdued self, and just watch. Just sit back and enjoy the sight of friends or his people mingling in his space. Happy, content, safe, alive.

That's what makes him whole. That's what brings him energy. Not extroversion, not being social, but bringing a select few to him. Bringing them into his introversion and just surrounding himself with them.

Especially Cas.

There's a soft, quiet little piece of him that recognizes the absence of one person in particular, though. )

I'm good. ( He says, and means it — but there's an obvious caveat. One he admits after a beat, still smiling, but slightly sadder. ) Man, I wish Sam could see this.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[It's a room bustling with energy, and kinship, unlike anything Castiel had ever witnessed outside of Dean's company. So, it's fitting he'd be here now beside him to take it all in.

A quiet smile finds Castiel in the silence that follows Dean's comment. The absence of Sam was more than just something physical, it was a key piece of the life he'd found in helping Sam and Dean left unlinked.] I do too. It doesn't feel the same here without him.