Voicetesting

[grandchester]

Mun-Mundane, really? Why would you call yourself that? What you've managed here is hardly 'mundane'.

Beside the point.

We both have things we need to get back to. I don't believe you. I'll get back to my son. You simply need to let me go and focus on your other tasks.

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[bloodcursedseer]

Yeah, they never listen to you when you talk about responsibilities.

I think it's something to do with them really needing lives.

[grandchester]

What do they listen to?

[bloodcursedseer]

Mine... Tends to listen to a ton of music. Mostly to drown out sports.

Or the TV when she's working, it's great to block out when your hittin' the books.

[She thinks a moment] You try looking here for your son? Maybe someone's seen him?

[grandchester]

Yes, TV. Mine has it playing now.

[ That wasn't what he meant, so he's confused for a moment. ]

He seems to think John will show up here eventually.

[bloodcursedseer]

[Cassie thinks a moment] I know a few Johns. Not sure if any are the one you're looking for, mister? [Last names in this case might not be a good thing]

[grandchester]

Oh, my apologies, my name's Henry Winchester. My son's name is John. I have a picture of him, it's from when he was a boy.

[bloodcursedseer]

[Give her a moment here...]

He wouldn't happen to have two sons would he? One drives a black impala?

[grandchester]

Yes, Dean and Sam. I just met them recently. Sadly, when I was aiming for John.

[bloodcursedseer]

I know them. And your son. Seriously the guy needs to get a grip, I mean snapping at me because I went on a solo hunt. [Okay said hunt was while pregnant, but hey! it was just small game as apposed to a demon.]

I'm Cassandra Grange. [Because it's safer giving her mother's maiden name than her father's right?] Sam's my Dad.

[was_a_hunter]

Maybe your son is here somewhere. You'd be surprised at the people you'll see here.

[grandchester]

He says he is. To be patient. But how can I be patient, knowing my son is going to grow up believing I abandoned him?

[was_a_hunter]

Look on the bright side. At least you'll be able to explain things to him this way...it's a wonderful gift to have.

[grandchester]

I wouldn't even know how to begin. He wasn't supposed to find out about things like this this way.

[ He makes a face, a pull at his mouth that's more a nervous smile than anything else. ]

You sound like you have experience?

[was_a_hunter]

Either way, I'm sure he'd be glad to see you.

[She chuckles softly.]

I do. My youngest never really knew me and my eldest lost me when he was still a boy...but here, I've gotten to meet both.

[grandchester]

I'm not as sure.

[ That is a little reassuring though. ]

That's good. John's...he's still young. He needs me. I have heard, read, about the man he turned out to be, and I'm proud of him. But it's not what I wanted for him.

[was_a_hunter]

John? [That gives her pause for a moment...it couldn't be...but this was connecting way too much.] Would you think me rude if I asked his last name?

[grandchester]

Winchester. Apologies.

[ He offers his hand. ]

Henry Winchester.

[failedparenting]

[John's gone over this hypothetical meeting thousands of times during his life. He's already practiced everything he ever wanted to say, screamed every kind of abuse at his father and begged for answers. Any possible words that can come out of his mouth have already been agonized over a million time....

But god, none of those speeches come to mind now that he's staring at the man.]

You son of a bitch.

[grandchester]

[ There were only a very few pictures of John in the journal, and those from when the boys had been young. But having seen his son's sons, having seen those (too few) pictures...it rushes forward with that tone.

Henry knew, intellectually, that anger would come. Emotionally he still wasn't prepared for it and he pulls back. ]

John.

I know there's nothing I can say.

[failedparenting]

No, there's not.

[And really, there's nothing more he can say about that. He's got no defense in John's eyes; what it boils down to is he fucked his family over for some bullshit fake hunter social club.]

And there's nothing you can do about it, before you ask.

[grandchester]

If I would have known what was going to happen-

[ He can't say he wouldn't have gone, but he would have gone in more prepared. Wouldn't have aimed so far into the future. Something. ]

I thought I would be home before you woke up.

[failedparenting]

[This is awakening all sorts of feelings John thought he'd made peace with years ago. He doesn't like it, feeling this vulnerable, like he's some little kid again wondering what he did to make his daddy leave. ]

You what? Would've gone anyway and still left us? Is that it?

[grandchester]

[ Henry doesn't know what John needs, but he does want to do something for the son he never meant to leave. ]

Son. John I couldn't have let Abaddon get her hands on the key, even if I would have known she possessed Josie. And Josie was a friend.

[ He actually hasn't had time to morn any of those who died that night yet either. ]

So yes, I would have left, but I would have warned the others, rather than walking into that blind.

I fully expected to jump forward and meet up with you. For you and I to handle this together. I never thought I wouldn't make it back to you.

[sampa]

I trust John's already rolled out the welcome wagon.

[And this is the comment full of people who care.














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[grandchester]

And you would be who?

[ Other than an hunter ape. ]