It's Mailtime (Open)

[Dean Winchester]

Dean brought the Impala to a halt well outside the range of the walled city, though when he got out by the looks of his guest they had just rolled up to the doors itself, she was a sort of strange the Winchester was never going to get used to. Shielding his eyes with a hand Dean did take a look at the gate in the distance and let licked his teeth before taking a sharp inhale of breath, more for the sound it made then the actual need to breath. Shaking his head the Winchester climb up onto the hood of the car and stretched out, using the windshield to support his back.

Oh, we are not at the front gates? I had imagined we had headed straight there. Dean looked over at the mail lady and shook his head in reply.

”Nah, we are going to have to wait a bit.” As he spoke he pointed off in the direction of the gate. ”Seems there is a little argument happening, and while I can't count numbers I don't think we should barge into the middle of a fight, even if I really really want to.”

Dean was clenching a hand into a fist, a fist that was hovering rather close to the first blade. The demon could feel it's tug, just one more fight, one more kill, in the end what would it matter? Just do it! DO IT! FIGHT! KILL! As the thoughts grew louder and louder, Dean started to growl and his eyes turned that tar black again. He was about to leap off the hood of the car and dash into the fray on foot, well he would have if that woman/girl's talk/thinking hadn't brought him back around.

Yes, I see it now. After she confirmed that there was indeed a fight going on she turned back to Dean, noticing his distress. Are you ok Prin... I mean, are you Ok Dean Winchester?

Dean realized what he had been about to do and let the black blink out of his eyes as he struggled to get comfortable again.

”Yeah, yeah I'm fine. We better get comfortable, since this fight could last awhile.” Dean used a piece of Omnillium to summon himself a beer as he lounged on the Impala, cracking it open and taking a sip while watching for signs that the fight was dying down. Looking over at PM he noticed her eyeing the bottle, so he offered it to her. ”You want one?”

”I will try a sip she thought at him while reaching for the can and taking it in both of her hands. Bringing it up to her face she tipped it back and Dean could only assume she took a sip, because while he didn't see it happen he sure as hell as the after effects. The mail woman had almost instantly tossed the can into the air while squinting her eyes and waving her hands about, the demon could have also sword he heard several sounds in his head that could have been her repeating 'Bluh!” over and over. Her over the top reaction caused Dean to laugh. It had been a short yet rough laugh, but a laugh none the less.

Dean shook his head after and got himself another beer, this time making sure it was extra cold since he didn't get to drink the last one and needed the extra refreshment. Watching the condensation start to appear as cold bottle met warm air Dean smiled and brought it to his lips, letting the cool liquid slide down his throat. All he needed was a pair of shades and this would almost be like a vacation at the beach!

Dean Winchester, may I ask you a question? Dean looked over to the mail lady and just shrugged, didn't matter to him one bit. He had done plenty of question asking himself after all. What do you know about this place, can we leave it?

Ah, it was going to be that sort of talk.

”First things first, I don't know much since I have been here as long as some but I will tell you what I do.” The Winchester held up one finger on his free hand. ”One, last I heard you can't escape, or more so no one knows how and those who tried all have failed.”

Taking another sip of his beer he held up another finger.

”Second, there are 8 worlds including the dunes here, each with it's own name and connected to that big white room by gates or something. I think the others were Camelot, Corusa-something, Green Tangles, and the others had something to do with frozen, moores, and something being really deep. Do not quote me on those.” Holding up a third finger he continued. “Third and final point, there also seems to be a Heaven and a Hell here, called the Oververse and Underverse, though apparently that Heaven one is more of a rumour then anything else.”

Bringing his hand down Dean just shrugged.

”And that is all for Professor Dean's pointless information class, there will be a test next Friday so do not be late.” The Winchester looked over to his temporary companion and saw her just staring at him. ”The last part was a joke.”

Ah, yes. Humourous. She seemed to fidget a bit, checking on her mail or whatever while looking back and forth between Dean and the battle at the gates. So, what do we do in the mean time?

Dean just brought the bottle up to his lips and took a rather large gulp of the amber liquid inside.

”Well, when things die down I am sure they will see us, so we approach slowly and you tell them what you want to do and I will probably head back somewhere to take a look at the colt.” Sloshing the beer around in the bottle Dean looked back over to her before speaking again. ”Until then, we wait.”