One Hell of A Hammer Drop (John)

[Dominique K. Walker]

As the old Tavern door swung open and closed behind Dom. It really took her back to a time that seemed like a fairy tale compared with her life as a FBI agent. A tale with monsters, and demons, and the usually case of innocents in trouble, and at one point and time Dom was one of those innocents, but she hasn’t been one in a very long time, just like she haven’t been in a bar like this as well, and at the looks of how she was dressed in her usually Black suit top and silk black matching skirt she could tell they knew it as well. She didn’t belong, but she didn’t care. Dom didn’t give a damn about any of these limp dick mother fuckers, and she didn’t give a damn about if they wanted to raise a little hell about it either. She was trained by two of the Best Fighters she knew and Dom knew she could hold her own against any Trucker, or normal Joe who thought they were the biggest shit on the block, but Dom knew that it won’t come to that. She was a different person now and days; with her line of work she had to think with her head now before shooting a few holes in a well needed asshole, and it would be a damper on the reunion that she was hoping she’s been hoping to have in a few moments. Dom paused as she took in her surroundings and spotted the man that fit features of the man she was looking for.

A faint smile was noted on her face, one she didn’t want to have but it was there, one that was produced every time she heard the news he was back. Every time she thought of their reunion. Hell she thought to herself it was better than crying her eyes out when she heard that he had dead, and pass on from this world, and as she stood only a few feet away from the man that saved her life so many years ago that it seemed like a dream, or more or less a nightmare really. She was having second thoughts now, what if it was all just rumors that he was back, what if he came back on the “other side” so to speak, and the rest of her thoughts continued on those thoughts, but Dom took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat and sat down beside the man that she so hoped was him, and at the point of angle Dom was sitting she couldn’t see the man’s face, so he was forced to speak. “John, Winchester?”

[John Winchester]

The man just had to sneak away for a while, everything going on at the casino was weighing on him too much and he couldn't stand to see Sam laid out in bed in a coma that John had probably contributed. Not probably. He had, if the old man hadn't popped up unannounced then he wouldn't have freaked out and wacked his head on the gambling machine. John couldn't take any of it, and he couldn't deal with the sorry looks he was getting from people who didn't know anything about him or his family. It was his fault, they shouldn't be giving him sympathy looks when it was his fault.

The dive bar was like home to him after all the years he had spent in places like these either trying to dig up information or just drink until he forgot the things he had just seen. It was his element, a place where no one would bother him for any goddamn reason under the sun and if they did then he had the right to literally shove his foot up there ass. Perfect. John found himself a stool far enough removed from everyone else that they knew to leave him alone and started drinking, whiskey on the rocks was his poison for the night.

He must have been on glass for or five by this point, just staring at the old wooden top of the bar and quietly sipping the drink in front of him, shoulders sagging and looking a good ten years older for the time. Another sip and John sighed quietly, he was going to have to leave soon and face everything again, and someone was calling his name, "What?" His brows furrowed and John looked up at the woman looming over him at the moment and he managed a tired and yet still somewhat charming smile, "Oh hey there Dom," This was going to be interesting.

WHERE:Dive Bar, Vegas
MUSIC: Hells Bells -AC/DC
WEARING: the usual
NOTES: uhoh

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[Dominique K. Walker]

Dom could not believe it, it was him, “John Fucking Winchester” and Dom didn’t notice that she said it aloud along with thinking it as well. Before Dom could stop herself; Dom’s hand seemed to have a mind of its own and found it’s self on the side of John’s face and with her thumb drew a pattern into the weathered older, Warrior, her warrior. A mist of tears threaten to fall but Dom somewhere subconsciously kept herself in check and she was able to hold it together for the time been, as she came to the realization. The man sitting in the stool next to her was in fact the real deal; no Fake could get the man down this well. Dom thought. Besides they won’t want to be him for long as Dom’s expression went from school girl crushing eyes of seeing her sweet heart after he waken from a big tackle on the football field to that of a look that would turn even a Werewolf the other way running. Dom replaced the hand that was drawing a crescent moon on John’s cheek to a fist smashing into the older man’s face.

“That’s the best you got for me, Hey there Dom. It’s not like you went away on another Tour or Hunting trip. YOU DIED AND WENT TO HELL FOR ALL I KNEW AND I FIND OUT A YEAR OR SO LATER YOUR BACK AND YOUR IN A BAR AND HEY THERE DOM IS ALL YOU GOT REALLY JOHN!!!” Dom was shouting and spitting out venom as she shook her own wounded hand from hitting the Hunter’s face. It’s been awhile since she threw a punch like that before, and she was glad it seemed she still could hold her own even in retirement. As for John she knew the Veteran Hunter could take it and a slap would not have satisfied her hot tempered mood. She shook her head as she turned in her seat and snapped at the Bartender who was standing only a few stools down at the other side of the counter. He was staring at Dom looked like he might have pissed his pants at any moment, his eye’s shifted over to John as Dom ordered her drink and he simple nodded and went off to fix her drink. Dom took the time to stare down a few on lookers who caught wind of the little explosion that Dom erupted all over John, but she didn’t care especially if they overheard what she spilled for all she knew was that John was in deep shit with her old lady who thought he was off on some God forsake rock overseas still imploded by the military and just found him in a rundown bar.

“Even though I’m pissed at you, you’re the only one I trust and know who has the right caliber to get a certain case that passed on my desk recently.” Dom explained quickly before the Bartender came back with her drink and Dom fixed him with a smile and gave him a five for his troubles and to cut the kid a break.

“But First, before that a Celebration of my accomplishments of joining the FBI a few years ago.” Oh since you were in hell or were that after, I’m not sure do you?” Dom asked sounding a bit bitter as she threw back the drink before the bartender had lifted a foot to tend to others; Even though Dom sounded pissed and bitter. She was coming down from it all, she could never stay mad at John for long. He was one out of the two men in her life that could hop from her shit list to her I’ll shed blood for you in a heartbeat. Dom waved him over for a refill and while he did that. She maneuvered in the stool to face John and pulled out a file from her black bag she carried into the bar and placed it in front of him. “For the life of me, I don’t have a clue about what or who this is. Each one died of unknown causes during their sleep. I won’t waste my time with the case, but the way they died in their sleep. It’s not natural.” Dom watched John’s reaction to the dead giveaway that this was in fact one of their cases. A case only a certain amount of Humans on this dirty ball that’s called earth that could handle. Not the cops, not the Military, and not the FBI, but Hunters. Hunters who fought back against the things in the Darkness.

[John Winchester]

John raised a brow at the woman, the look on her face belied her actions but he thought maybe she was just happy to see him, that was of course until she punched him across the face for some god forsaken reason. And hard at that. He felt like someone had decided to knock his eyes around in his skull and he had to bring a hand up to the blossoming ache, standing and fixing her with a gaze of indignation that would have had anyone curling up in a ball away from him, "Woman what the hell twisted you panties into a knot!?" He had to forcefully remind himself that as a rule he didn't hit women unless they weren't human.

Teeth clenched together and a hand still held to his stubble ridden jaw John had to count to ten before he sat back down, "Will you keep yer damn voice down? People don't need to know I've literally been through hell and back. Speaking of, thats a shitty way to great a person who just came back from the dead," He watched her ask the bartender for a drink, feeling sorry for the kid, himself, and everyone else in the bar that had just had its at least somewhat peaceful atmosphere completely wrecked by a woman with a misplaced grudge.

Downing his own drink and motioning for another the old man couldn't stop himself from making a sour face at the woman and the way she was acting, it was wearing his very fryed nerves to the breaking point, "Look Dom, cut the attitude, I'm not gonna apologize for going to hell for my children and not asking you if that was ok with you first," He deadpanned, a bit harsher then he had meant it to be. Yes John cared for the woman as a good friend, but he was already at wits end and her added, unnecessary bitter resentment was not helping in any way. In fact it was making him flightly and John was just about ready to leave when she started telling him the case. Looking it over quickly he had to frown at the file, "Sounds like Freddy Krueger to me," He said dryly, "But really though, I'm gonna have to do some research, I'll get back to you on that,"

WHERE:Dive Bar, Vegas
MUSIC: Hells Bells -AC/DC
WEARING: the usual
NOTES: seriously, crazy much?

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[Dominique K. Walker]

Dom placed her bag on the floor getting situated to get down to business, thinking John already knew what the hell the thing was that was gutting these people during their sleep, but when the pun about Freddy Kruegar was made, it reminded Dom how the Hunting world worked. Not all Hunters went in gun blazing and that was sure not John’s style of play for the most part when he had a choice, and Dom had no problems with some research either, it give her time to get her head in the game and time with John, to catch up if time wasn’t allowed now, and wasn’t this what all those High school girls, and women lost in their lives with no romance or who in fact did lose the ones they loved; A second chance to be with them. Even though Dom and John weren’t an item of any sorts Dom has always had a thing for John and that hasn’t stopped with age or times either.

“I hear you John, I would do the same if I had the chance way back when, when the demon jumped these bones and took a knife to my family.” Dom admitted with a low voice staring into her reflection in the bronze liquid that was her shoot that she still hadn’t down yet. “I took your death pretty hard John, I really did.” It felt like truth time all around for Dom as she spoke in a lower tone then before, with her voice strain with emotion for her Friend.

She heard the stories about what happen, and indeed John was right she did have to cut the man some slack. He did in fact die for his son, to keep him alive, and there was no shame in that, none at all. “But that’s in the past, and what’s done is done.” Dom eyed the folder and back to John for the first time. Her hand reached over and grabbed the folder and placed it back into her bag for safe keeping just in case it got lost, as she straighten back in her stool tossing her hair behind her not letting a strain of wavy hair, she put on a smile that only a very few close friends saw,“And since we haven’t talked in ages, and I have some free time, let’s catch up.” Dom picked up her shoot glass and threw it back and felt the burn of her drink take her and she could feel her face pitch together for a moment then relax as it all settled. It’s been a while since Dom had some hard liquor in her system, and she knew she would regret it later, but it wasn’t every day a love walks back into your life, especially not from the dead, and she was just praying that she could bounce back after a hard night of drinking like the good old days. “Bartender DRINKS ALL AROUND!”


Occ- Sorry it's been awhile, stuff just piled up and i've been knocking them down one by one.