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nexus_crossings2016-10-16 10:19 pm
riversideblues) wrote in nexus_crossings2016-10-16 10:19 pm
Nah-nah-nah-fishing!
Dean is still feeling like shit, but he is itching to get back outside and to enjoy the one chance he has got to enjoy a little r&r and with box full of pepto tucked away into the trunk of his beloved 67' Impala. Dean has driven himself to a nice lake to do a little fishing and maybe some drinking if his stomach permits it. But so far, things have improved since his meeting with the monk or so he wants to think.
With his car in park, Dean is enjoying the cool fall air and it doesn't seem to bother him that it is getting a bit nippy and there is a slim chance he'll catch anything. And soon he's sitting out there in front of the lake in with his ass parked in a cheap lawn chair, pepto in hand, and a fishing pole sitting down at his side. Bliss, if this is his new heaven he won't complain except for well some minor things.
"I feel like I've deserved this. So what do people like to do in order to relax in these parts? And what have you done lately that makes you feel like you've deserved a vacation?" Dean reclines back in his chair, and he listens to the sound of a Styx cassette playing from the speakers of the Impala. "Hard-mode: No saving the world or universe from whatever apocalypse your home faced."
With his car in park, Dean is enjoying the cool fall air and it doesn't seem to bother him that it is getting a bit nippy and there is a slim chance he'll catch anything. And soon he's sitting out there in front of the lake in with his ass parked in a cheap lawn chair, pepto in hand, and a fishing pole sitting down at his side. Bliss, if this is his new heaven he won't complain except for well some minor things.
"I feel like I've deserved this. So what do people like to do in order to relax in these parts? And what have you done lately that makes you feel like you've deserved a vacation?" Dean reclines back in his chair, and he listens to the sound of a Styx cassette playing from the speakers of the Impala. "Hard-mode: No saving the world or universe from whatever apocalypse your home faced."
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He gives a bit of a shrug and rubs at the back of his neck, a touch of embarrassment on his face. Either different time or different world in joke he's assuming.
"I've been here for about a year now. My home's Brooklyn in 1941."
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Dean's sure those movies won't break the future or do anything to change the future. He looks down at his fishing pole, and he goes to check the line to see if there is a fish on it or not.
"But damn, 1941."
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Steve nods, grateful that Dean took the time to explain it rather than brushing it aside or telling him never mind like folks tend to do when he admits he's a bit in the dark about certain things.
"I like to think I've learned a lot about more modern times since I arrived here though. Most folks I run into are from around 2015ish Earth so there's been a lot of catching up to do."
He pulls a small notepad out of his threadbare jacket and flips to the last page in it. Rocky movies gets carefully penciled onto the bottom of his list before Steve flips it back closed and tucks it away again.
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And as far as explaining things, nothing beats trying to explain things to Castiel. So, Dean is a pro at explaining modern human things to people! Just so long as he doesn't have to explain porn to Steve, all will be good in the world. Once was enough there as far as Dean is concerned.
"Well seeing as people can travel to different places, you ever see modern day Brooklyn. Or the Brooklyn of the Future?" Dean asks. "Or is there too much of a risk of you messing things up for you back home."
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Steve tries not to show the discomfort on his face at the mention of his home time and world. He knows most folks have the ability to come and go from their worlds as they please.
"I've wanted to, but messing up my home isn't...really...an issue, I don't think. Every specialist I've asked says my world...isn't there anymore. Or isn't accessible."
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"Damn, sorry about that, Steve." Dean reaches his hand back to his neck, and he tries to sound hopeful.
"But don't give up, bro. Maybe those specialists don't know anything, and one day you'll get to go home." He stops himself for a bit. "That's if you wanna go back."
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Steve loves his home, flawed as it is. He misses it every day he's here, though the pain has more or less abated by now. Since it's been over a year and all now. It only gets hard when things make him especially nostalgic and homesick. Otherwise he's more or less fine here in the Nexus.
"I like it here, don't get me wrong. But I'm keeping up hopes that i'll be able to head back some day."
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As much time as Dean spends on the road, it was always nice to either find his way back to Bobby's or in more recent times the bunker that has become a stable home when not on the road.
With a smile edging on Dean's face he looks from Steve and then out to the calm and peaceful lake. "Cause as nice as a vacation like this is, there's still people we got at home that I'd miss if I didn't go back at some point."