houndsofhell: (Default)

March 2017

S M T W T F S
1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
262728293031

Syndicate

RSS Atom
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios

Feb. 22nd, 2017

houndsofhell: (Default)

First Page



transcript behind cut )

Jun. 10th, 2011

houndsofhell: (075)

Connor

June 10, 2519

Muds and I went into to town today for some supplies. I still can't decide whether he refused to let me go alone because he's paranoid about safety or because he doesn't trust me, but it wasn't so bad. I actually kind of like him; he reminds me of a hunter.

After a few drinks, we ran into this guy named Connor who suggested we get into contact with his friend. I'm not sure how he knew, but apparently we don't sound half as much like the locals as we thought. (How do you fake a space accent, anyway?) He said the friend could help us find shelter and safety, but... Well, who wants to sit around playing hide-and-seek when you can try to forge a new life until this passes?

Yeah, I do believe it will pass. Either I'm waiting around for Saint Peter or there's a Trickster around here somewhere just waiting to be found. Or maybe this is what happens when an apocalypse goes terribly wrong, but Cas will come around and drag me back where I belong if that's the case. He can do that, right? If Dean wouldn't make him do it, I know Mom would.

Connor didn't have any leads on Riordan, so Muds was out too, but I kept track of the contact anyway. I don't understand his fixation on one, random outlaw out of at least a dozen Top Priority cases, but he claims they have history. Does that mean I might not be alone? I want to hope so, but I also feel guilty for wishing whatever this is on my friends.

It isn't really that bad, though. I mean it. The shock of being in some alternate universe wears off quickly when you have someone to show you the ropes.

May. 1st, 2011

houndsofhell: (061)

**notes on the back pages**