One minute he's in some podunk motel with birthday streamer-esque toilet paper and the next he's in a friggin' jungle in the middle of what appears to be a war zone. He's immediately covered in dirt and mud from blaster fire kicking it up all around him, and he's trying to scramble behind a fallen tree when a damn ewok appears in front of him and everything goes black.
It absolutely smacks of the Trickster-Loki-Gabriel whatever the hell he's calling himself these days, and Dean is is in a pisspoor mood when he wants up and comes face to face with Luke friggin' Skywalker.
This is a dream, a hallucination, something. ]
What the hell is this, some kind of joke? Where am I?
You tell me. [ luke's brows lift, and he sits back again, head tilting. ] Reports are saying you just.. appeared in the middle of a battle. [ he reaches with the force, and a small jug and cup drift from across the room. he catches them with his hands, pouring a cup of water and setting the jug back on the floor, offering the cup out to the older man. ]
You have no identification, no apparent affiliation, nothing to say where you might belong. [ and he's clearly confused and irritated, luke can feel that much. so he hadn't been expecting to show up here, either. ]
For the record, though, you're in the Outer Rim territories, on a moon called Endor. Does that sound familiar?
I walked through a door, man, that's it. You telling me I strolled right into the middle of the friggin' Battle of Endor?
[ Because Dean knows he isn't crazy--
Well. Maybe a little, because in his line of work, you kinda have to be a little nuts. Who hunts monsters and ghosts willingly? Like, actually seeks that shit out, nearly dying (or actually dying) in the process? Crazy people, that's who.
Still, he knows he hasn't completely lost his freakin' marbles. The cup is taken with trembling hands, though he sees the tremor and takes a breath to pull himself together.
It's just Star Wars, Dean. It's not like you don't know how this story ends. Get your shit together. ]
Yeah, I'd say that sounds familiar, alright. But how did I get here? [ What did he poke with a stick that catapulted him through the multiverse? God knows it was probably (definitely) Sam's fault. Dean would never do something so stupid.
Anyway -- the question isn't really posed to Luke (Luke FREAKING SKYWALKER), it's more muttered to himself because he is pretty damn sure JEdi boy over here doesn't have any better answer than Dean does. ]
[ there are a lot of questions here and very few answers. that's partially the reason luke is speaking to the stranger instead of some prison guard: anything vaguely mystical seems like jedi work to most people in the alliance. and honestly, they're probably right on some level. luke is much more likely to get what leadership needs, which is assurance that the other man isn't--and won't be--a threat.
at the very least, he doesn't feel like a threat. he's not lying, he's not even withholding, it feels like. he's pretty much exactly what he appears to be, at least from what luke can tell right now-- a tired, still-injured, extremely rattled man with inexplicable but (seemingly) harmless knowledge of the fight that just ensued.
strange, intriguing, but probably not a danger to the alliance. ]
We'll work on figuring that out, [ he assures him with a small smile, feeling as tired as the stranger looks. it seems as if everything's happened at once: the fight, palpatine, the death star's destruction, his father's funeral, and now this. ] Do you have a name you prefer to be called? [ first things first and all that. ] And do you remember what planet you were on before you arrived here?
[ He's sassing back until he remembers that yeah, he isn't in Kansas anymore (ha, ha), and he certainly isn't on earth.
He takes a long, deep breath, fighting the urge to panic back down and stuffing it into a box that's kicked under a metaphorical bed. Not right now. ]
Sorry. Let's...back up. My name is Dean Winchester, I'm from Lawrence, Kansas, on planet Earth. I don't know how I got here, but I'm willing to bet it's got something to do with a spell gone wrong.
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One minute he's in some podunk motel with birthday streamer-esque toilet paper and the next he's in a friggin' jungle in the middle of what appears to be a war zone. He's immediately covered in dirt and mud from blaster fire kicking it up all around him, and he's trying to scramble behind a fallen tree when a damn ewok appears in front of him and everything goes black.
It absolutely smacks of the Trickster-Loki-Gabriel whatever the hell he's calling himself these days, and Dean is is in a pisspoor mood when he wants up and comes face to face with Luke friggin' Skywalker.
This is a dream, a hallucination, something. ]
What the hell is this, some kind of joke? Where am I?
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You have no identification, no apparent affiliation, nothing to say where you might belong. [ and he's clearly confused and irritated, luke can feel that much. so he hadn't been expecting to show up here, either. ]
For the record, though, you're in the Outer Rim territories, on a moon called Endor. Does that sound familiar?
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[ Because Dean knows he isn't crazy--
Well. Maybe a little, because in his line of work, you kinda have to be a little nuts. Who hunts monsters and ghosts willingly? Like, actually seeks that shit out, nearly dying (or actually dying) in the process? Crazy people, that's who.
Still, he knows he hasn't completely lost his freakin' marbles. The cup is taken with trembling hands, though he sees the tremor and takes a breath to pull himself together.
It's just Star Wars, Dean. It's not like you don't know how this story ends. Get your shit together. ]
Yeah, I'd say that sounds familiar, alright. But how did I get here? [ What did he poke with a stick that catapulted him through the multiverse? God knows it was probably (definitely) Sam's fault. Dean would never do something so stupid.
Anyway -- the question isn't really posed to Luke (Luke FREAKING SKYWALKER), it's more muttered to himself because he is pretty damn sure JEdi boy over here doesn't have any better answer than Dean does. ]
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at the very least, he doesn't feel like a threat. he's not lying, he's not even withholding, it feels like. he's pretty much exactly what he appears to be, at least from what luke can tell right now-- a tired, still-injured, extremely rattled man with inexplicable but (seemingly) harmless knowledge of the fight that just ensued.
strange, intriguing, but probably not a danger to the alliance. ]
We'll work on figuring that out, [ he assures him with a small smile, feeling as tired as the stranger looks. it seems as if everything's happened at once: the fight, palpatine, the death star's destruction, his father's funeral, and now this. ] Do you have a name you prefer to be called? [ first things first and all that. ] And do you remember what planet you were on before you arrived here?
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[ He's sassing back until he remembers that yeah, he isn't in Kansas anymore (ha, ha), and he certainly isn't on earth.
He takes a long, deep breath, fighting the urge to panic back down and stuffing it into a box that's kicked under a metaphorical bed. Not right now. ]
Sorry. Let's...back up. My name is Dean Winchester, I'm from Lawrence, Kansas, on planet Earth. I don't know how I got here, but I'm willing to bet it's got something to do with a spell gone wrong.
Or Crowley. It was probably Crowley.