sirenspull_logs | Well, I don't know if all that's true, 'cause you got me and baby, I got you...

Who: Gabriel, Jinx, and their friends and family.
When: Friday the 13th, before sirens.
Where: A park that has been shamelessly borrowed for this event.
Summary: JINX AND GABRIEL ARE GETTING MARRIED.
Warnings: Schmoop.

[Friday the 13th is a day of preventing bad luck from finding you- and it will find you, somehow. But for an unlucky little lady who has been a staple of Siren's Port for a few years, it's her luckiest day, so what better day for her wedding?

A small park has been rented for the occasion with a combination of Jinx's charms and her pocketbook and it's really anyone's guess which one won out. Lines of chairs form the aisles, draped in purple, black, green, and offset by red roses everywhere. Rather than a carpet for the bride to walk down, the grass seems to be covered in a blanket of soft rose petals.

Let's just say if you wanted roses today, you're out of luck.

The reception area stands off to the side, offset by dozens upon dozens of ice swans and... for some reason a living elephant also decked in purple and black. Jinx wanted one. The zoo obliged. The end.

And where there should be an organ, there's a harpist. The groom, standing up at the front of the makeshift altar with the king of Hell on his left and a Prophet of the Lord at his right, looks as smug as the cat who caught the canary- or, more appropriately, the canary who charmed the cat- and despite the few stage whispers of "Yes, Chuck, it's too late to make this a Jewish wedding", all is well.

And when the harpist starts playing "Stairway to Heaven," it begins.]

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[Dean turns back to look at the elephant now that he finally caught onto what she's doing and then shoots another look back at Prue.

He used to believe good would always win too and now he and Sam were staring down the road of an apocalypse that was their fault.]

Sure, and gremlins don't turn into monsters when you feed 'em after midnight.

[Something in here expression tightens a little, shuts down just a hair.]

If the world you come from is that dark, I really feel sorry for you.

[But Prue's new. It takes her a second to push down curiosity about how long Dean's been doing whatever it is he does, and doubts about whether that bitterness can happen to her, and remind herself that he isn't a witch and he doesn't know what he's talking about.]

What exactly do you do back in your world?

Thanks, but I don't need your pity.

[Dean gets his glass topped off because it's almost empty and then looks back at her. She had to ask that question. He was tired of explaining it. Every time was uncomfortable because he wasn't used to being honest and he never knew how someone would take it.]

I take care of the stuff no one believes in. Vampires, vengeful spirits, demons, werewolves. If there's lore out there it probably exists. Saving people and hunting things is what I do.

[Prue was just about to explain that it isn't pity when he goes and ruins it by being interesting. She gives him a sideways look, expression inscrutable.]

Well, wouldn't you know it- we're in the same business.

[Dean smiles around the rim of his cup just before taking another drink.]

That's gotta be killin' you.

[His tone isn't dead serious, it's a joke.]

We're on the same team how'd that happen?

I'm a good witch. My job is to fight evil.

[She cocks an eyebrow at him before picking up a peanut and physically tossing it to the elephant.]

The only thing wrong with the gig is that it doesn't pay well and a shit storm comes with it.

[Dean picks up a peanut and tosses it the elephants way too deciding to join in now that the ice was broken.]

I don't know about that.

[She picks up a peanut, watching Dean's throw go a little off target because of the distance, and smugly tosses her peanut in her hand.]

I've been able to make demon-fighting work for me.

I bet I can land more throws than you.

[Dean grabs a fistful of peanuts and squares his shoulders.]

You're on.

What're we playing for?

If I win you have to let me and my brother have a look at that book you were carrying when I found you.

[The best way to make sure she wasn't a threat and get the low down on what she's capable of was that book and he knew it.]

[Her expression shuts down and she rounds on him, deadly-serious.]

Absolutely not. You can forget about ever getting anywhere near it.

[That's a reaction he wasn't expecting. His brows shoot up and he takes another drink just to buffer the silence.]

What's so special about it anyway? Priceless family heir loom full of memories and dust?

Or do you moonlight as a sexy librarian.

Try the first one. It's over three hundred years old. Nobody touches the Book.

[You can hear the capital B.]

So, what, it's full of eyes off good witch hoodoo?

Why do you want to know?

I wanna make sure that if you go off the deep end that the Port's not gonna be in the line of fire.

This place is the pits but there's some good people here that don't deserve good magic gone bad and you might be on our team but that doesn't mean you won't go dark side eventually.

[She leans back against the bar, eyes narrowed.]

What makes you think looking at the Book of Shadows will tell you that?

Gotta figure it's full of secrets if you're willin' to toss a guy across a field to keep it safe.

No way in hell. Sorry.

[No dice no way no how. She shifts her weight slightly, tosses her hair in a thin attempt to diffuse her own tension.]

And hey, I said I was sorry for that!

[Dean holds up his hands.]

Hey, no hard feelings.

[She takes a breath.]

Yeah, same here.

So then, what are we playing for?

You got me.

[Dean picks up a peanut and tosses it the elephant's way. Just for fun.]

I lost interest when you wouldn't raise the stakes.

Oh, so you didn't get what you wanted and now you don't want to play.

[She knocks his peanut off course with her powers. Just for fun.]

How bout I meet you in the playground during recess? That sounds more your speed.

The last time someone said that to me I got laid.

[Dean takes a peanut, breaks the shell, and shoves it in his mouth.]

My aim's not this bad. Somethin' else is makin' it go off target. I'm not stupid.

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astralling - 2012-09-01 08:27 (UTC) - Expand

mulletrock - 2012-09-03 08:34 (UTC) - Expand

astralling - 2012-09-03 15:10 (UTC) - Expand

can we end here pls? perfect ending tbqh.

mulletrock - 2012-09-04 04:31 (UTC) - Expand