[EVENT - MINGLE] Home for the Holidays

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At the Inn, there are a number of tables set up with neatly labeled place cards. At each place is a favorite dish from home, something that kindles warmth and goodwill — But try to move seats, and you will find a surprise: Your dish refuses to move. It seems that if you want to indulge, you're stuck with whoever happens to be at your table for company.

Outside, a gentle snow is falling - not enough to discourage any patrons but just enough to blanket the world in clean, soft white.

001 ][ I was soaring even higher, but I flew too high

[familybusiness]

WHO: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and You
WHERE: Fountain, Inn
WHEN: 12/20 - 12/21
OPEN TO: Open unless marked otherwise
WARNINGS: None so far

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The Fountain - Closed to Dean Winchester

Sam finds the surface of the water himself, hand breaking through to grasp the side of the fountain, fingers finding enough grip to haul himself out with little effort. The air was cold against his waterlogged skin, his soaked clothes wet as they hung from his body, but it only took a few moments for him to push to his feet and take a sharp look around.

The last thing he'd remembered was sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala after meeting back up with Dean what felt like the middle of nowhere. One moment he'd been expecting the familiar feel of the seat, and instead he'd been greeted by cold water and burning lungs as he held his breath.

Had Lucifer gotten in his head again? Was this some way to try and locate him, to try and force him to say yes?

He couldn't possibly know, not for sure, so in the moment he simply leans back against the edge of the fountain, running a hand down the front of his face to press away the water running down from his hair as he tried to think.

The Inn - Open

Sam tries to keep to himself that first full day. He and Dean have things to talk about, plans to run through, before he does anything resembling being social. They don't know these people, and for all he knows? It might not be real at all, just once giant trick of the mind. It's something he's lived through before, and just because it felt, smelled and looked real, didn't mean that it necessarily was real.

His hunger is real enough, though, and so he appears briefly a couple times during the day to find some food. Unfortunately for him, his height and stature make him stick out like a sore thumb, so stealth isn't exactly his forte. He just hopes he can get in and out before he has to answer too many questions.

Sam isn't exactly all that great at turning down someone attempting to start a friendly conversation, though, so it's easy enough to catch him up in one before he gets what he's looking for.