Time For a Chat (John)

[Nichole Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Nichole sat at the counter, a beer in hand, waiting and dreading this. She choose this place due to the fact that she knew he liked to drink somewhat, but she had choose a beer instead of something more stout. She didn’t want a repeat of what happened to Bishop’s club last time she hit the strong scotch, the whole place ups and disappears only to reappear somewhere else. So she thought that perhaps something less strong would keep the casino and bar in the same place. She had already had talked to Dean, Bishop, and Adam. Now it was time to face her father, and she made a mental note not to call him that or any variation of it. Her mistake she made with Sam in Crossroads, still stuck with her. She’ll try to call him by his name, even though she’ll find it a bit weird. She had no right to the title that Dean, Sam, and Adam had, she didn’t get to know him and him her in that regard. A few tears slipped from her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away. She took a long pull from her bottle, emptying half of it in one go. She was not going to give into those thoughts and emotions connected to them.

She quickly emptied the bottle, and motioned the bartender for another. She was waiting for John to show up. She figured he would make an appearance soon, wanting something to drink, to perhaps forget about something. She didn’t know, but she wasn’t going push the envelope to find out either. The only thing she hopes is that he wouldn’t just lift the gun, point it at her cranium, and squeeze the trigger effectively ending her. Her foot and leg started to shake in worry, and she bit her bottom lip in a sudden urge to wish that she didn’t come there alone. She was having second thoughts, wishing she had brought Bishop with her. She could have asked Dean, but she doubted that he would stop their father if he wanted to kill her. She loved her father and brothers just as much as she loved her mother, but she doubted they loved her. She blinked away the pooling tears, grabbing her new frosty one and pulling at it.

Nichole really wished she could afford something more strong and stout, but she surely didn’t want to risk relocating the establishment. She heard footsteps enter the bar, and waved the bartender to get another beer. She waited until it was placed in front of her, and then took her leg off of the seat next to her when she saw who had entered. ”There is a seat over her with a free beer to start.” She called out to him, over the crowded place.

TAGGED: John WORD COUNT: 469 NOTES: Long overdue.

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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[John Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/johnny-3.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #2c2e3a; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Honestly at this rate John was gong to become a straight up no-holds bared alcoholic. Not that anyone could really hold it against him after all the crap he had seen, done, and endured over the years. It was actually a bit of a surprise that he wasn't one already, but either way the old man endeavored to stop finding his way to the bars around here like a sad old dog coming back around to an old alley he called home quite so much. Tomorrow probably. Today though he would get more then good and toasted so he could hopefully get some sort of sleep. Sighing as he walked past people who were either laughing with friends or drinking away their sorrows about having lost at the games or loosing a date to someone with more money or better looks. He had actually claimed a little spot as his in the time that he had been there and that was where John was going when someone said the magic words, those being 'free drink' and he stopped short, turning to sit. Well, that had been the plan when he saw the blond that had been talking and suddenly John was more then a bit suspicious. It was the blond that kept hanging around with Adam, he'd catch her around Sam as well but Ruby seemed to have a terribly deep distaste for the girl, although John didn't really know the story there. The old man was preoccupied with much bigger matters lately then finding Norah for clarification on 'whose who' and whatever inner party gossip would clear things up for him. Slowly sitting down he sipped the beer, it wasn't the best but at the same time it wasn't the worst and it was free after all and sat in silent thought for a moment before he finally spoke up, "So who exactly are you?" That was as good a start as any. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: The usual Music: Hells Bells -AC/DC Notes: -suspicious old man [/style]

[Nichole Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] too many dreamers, LOOKING FOR THE ONES THAT LAST

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Nichole was of course intimidated by the man who had sat down next to her. Who wouldn’t be intimidated by John Winchester? Especially one who hunted the things that go bump in the night. And she could just as well be one, well according to the reaction Sam had she was one. And to top that off, the man was her father so she had even more reason to be a bit nervous of a man that she had never met but is supposedly of his offspring. She felt like an adopted kid meeting their birth parents for the first time in their life, and well she was…sort of. She just wasn’t adopted, but she was currently wishing she was. But in order for her to be adopted, she would have to been alive. Not dead and returned a half-angel.

The blonde took another pull of the longneck before her, noticing that it doesn’t quite taste as good as the beer that she has shared with Dean. Of course she still couldn’t help the fact that she wanted to toss the brew away and get something stronger, but then that could run the risk of the whole place learning a new address and directions. Not something that she was sure would be a welcomed change, nor would the man next to her would be concerned for her if she just suddenly fell off her set and passed out after an up close and personal earthquake. Just thinking about this whole current situation was stressing her out, and she saw the liquid brew in the glass bottle in her hand rippled with a quaking motion. She closed her eyes to calm herself down before the whole place started to rock and roll again.

"So who exactly are you?"

Nichole opened her eyes at the question, and quickly looked at him before turning her attention to the near empty bottle in her hands. She was quiet for a long moment, and it might have looked like that she wasn’t going answer him. She twirled the warming beverage in her hands as she thought the question over. ”Good question. I’m not even sure of the answer any more. I mean I know my name is Nichole, but the rest is iffy. I thought my last name was Winchester, but with the reception from Sam and the way we seem to be now having this discussion, I’m not sure if what I was told was the truth or a lie. Dean and Adam maybe perhaps the only ones who believe it.” She finally said barely above a whisper, fear and doubt heard in her tone. She quickly finished off her brew and asked the bartender for another. If she wasn’t careful, she’ll end up an alcoholic all on her own.

TAGGED: John WORD COUNT: 466 NOTES: Very good question… Who is she exactly?

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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