It's Mailtime (Open)

[Dean Winchester]

Dean pulled out of the town with no name, music blaring, and then realized that in all honesty, he had no idea what the hell he was going to do now. He had spent all that time hunting the reaper, and then hanging out with Sinestro, that now that it was all finished he found himself at a loss of how to keep himself busy.

He could always go hunt more bandits, probably, except they are most likely in hiding after the failed attack on the city. Plus picking off the stragglers would not be very much fun at all. He could also go to one of the other verses that Sinestro's ring had mentioned, but remember that gate from before his car probably would not fit, and he has no idea if he can dismiss it then re-summon it.

Well, for now he should probably head to Carrefore, make sure things there are settled and that no one is going to be able to pin what had happened on him and Sinestro, besides she was a wanted woman anyway. Oooooh, and there was that bar there! The fancy one from the old black and white flick, the beer there was at least somewhat decent.

Well that settled it! To Carrefore we go then!

The though of a cold beer brought a smile to Dean's lips. The bar in the town was shot to hell and a little bit blown up so everything they had there was either hard liquor or warm, not that Dean minds either of those, but every now and then you just need a cold beer. Luckily for Dean he remembered the way to Carrefore so instead of driving and wandering as they had before it was pretty much a straight shot which shouldn't take much time, and the fact that he was planning on speeding pretty heavily will help with that as well.


He raced across the sand, windows down to feel the wind on his face, music blaring to the point that he could barely hear the sound of the engine roaring. It had been a long time since he had driven the Impala just for the sake of it, sure it was just a car and a way to get from one point to another, but it felt great.

”Fucking eh.” he muttered to no one in particular as he kept speeding across the dunes. Eventually he came up to the town he had hunted and captured a reaper in and slowed the Impala down to a more 'civil speed', basically not driving like a bat out of hell anymore.

The Winchester actually had little to no trouble getting into the town this time, maybe things had lightened up after all those random murders had stopped, so he at least had that going for him. Maybe he was just being overly paranoid.

Dean stuck his head out the window to take a better look around, then nodded and sat back properly in his car. The store up ahead a good distance was probably about a few blocks away from the bar, he could get there in a few minutes and then listen to all the gossip floating about to make sure he was in the clear. Pushing down on the pedal Dean sped up once again and headed in the direction of the store, though as he got up to it some unknown person seemed to exit the building onto the street not paying attention to where they were going.

Dean's first thought was to speed up and just hit them, teach 'em a lesson for being an idiot, but then he remembered all the Troopers in this town so he slammed on the brakes instead. The Impala skid along the dirt road, the rear end weaving back and forth, until it came to a stop. Not before it bumped into the stranger and knocked her over though.

”SHIT!”the demon cursed out loud before opening the door to the vehicle and getting out, slamming it behind him. ”You fucking better not be dead or I am going to kill you.”

Dean made his way around the car and saw probably one of the oddest things since he had gotten here, and that included a giant monkey monster turned man, a girl of probably about sixteen wrapped in rags or something with grey-ish skin, black eyes, and a mail hat? Apparently the postal system in this universe had a pretty lax dress code. Still, she was moving, using the Impala to get herself up to her feet, so he hadn't killed her at least.

”Listen you little punk, watch where you are fucking going!” Dean snarled, showing a bit of teeth as he did. Dean heard an apology and shook his head waving it off before he got any more angry then he already was.

Wait, did he actually hear anything? There were words, but had their been an actual voice?

Looking back at the girl he narrowed his eyes at her, instinctively causing them to flash black themselves. Her face was wrapped up so he couldn't really see any lips, but he was pretty sure she had said something. This was getting stranger by the moment.

Going back to the car Dean forcefully swung open the drivers side door and sat inside slamming it, at least until he thought about his current situation. Technically he had hit someone with his car, in a town where he had basically captured someone he eventually tortured to death. A car that he had not actually washed properly after the bandit slaughter in the town with no name.

”Fuck.” he growled while opening the drivers side door and getting out of the car again, calling to the girl. ”Listen, Do you need a ride or something kid? I'm not planning on leaving town anytime soon and if it isn't too far I will give you a ride if you don't tell the Troopers about the whole hitting you with a car thing. It is either that or I kill you to silence you.”

The mail girl just stood there looking at him, Dean could not get a read on her at all. So. Fucking. Strange.

”Hey, if it helps you trust me I'll even tell you my name first!” the Winchester said putting on his best winning smile, though it was starting to look more like a wolf hunting prey than the charming smile it once had been. ”Name's Dean. Dean Winchest...”

Dean had barely managed to get most of his name out before the girl had gone into some kind of a fit! Well, it was either that or one of the strangest dances Dean had ever seen in his life.