[Her dad is better off not spoken about, let's be honest. But just as she moves on to elaborate, there's a knock at the door, and she tips forward to peer out the window.]
[He smiles at seeing her, because it's been a minute, before nodding as he steps inside.]
Thank you for having me.
[And for giving him an excuse to escape the bunker because it's been so much drama and so many people. It was nice to just be alone with his own thoughts on the road for a while. He then holds up the bottle in his hand.]
I brought wine? The guy at the store said it was good for Thanksgiving.
[He is not a wine guy, even if he does have more of an expanded pallet than his brother.]
Then we'll have to see if we need to pay the guy at the store a second visit if he steered you wrong.
( She takes the bottle for a kiss she's been wanting. She's missed him. And there needs to be a longer conversation about how this will work. And what is is. And everything else. But for now, she brings Sam into the kitchen. )
I think you know everyone, so far. Davina is also on her way, with her gay best friend and his husband? ( She turns to Scott or Lydia for confirmation. She's so knee deep in serious hunting and leading, sometimes it's the simplest of definitions that elude her. But, she always likes context and likes Sam to have it to. ) Sam brought wine, but it has to be evaluated. I'm not sure what 'good for Thanksgiving' means.
[Sam smiles and nods as he scans over the faces because most of them - Scott, Lydia, Malia - but his head tips at Malia's boyfriend because he's not familiar.
"Jordan. Or Parrish," Malia supplies as Lydia takes the wine from him to have a look. "Jordan, this is Sam."
Sam's brain looks like he's going through the rolodex of names before he blinks.]
The hellhound. Right. Sorry - Sam Winchester.
[He's not the kind of hellhound Sam's accustomed to dealing with, so he's been curious, but they haven't officially met yet.]
("Hey, Malia's." Not boyfriend. Hear him not call you his girlfriend? He can listen. He'll shake Sam's hand though, get up, be polite... "Right." He's not used to notoriety like Malia's not used to labels. But, he supposes with who he's in the room with.
Allison turns to Lydia. )
What's the verdict?
("And you're a hunter," Parrish says. Since they're pointing things out. "One of the good guys.")
["More for dessert than dinner, but it will do." She's sure Melissa has plenty of wine for actual dinner. Lydia at least would have warned her about the supernatural livers in attendance.
Sam pauses at that before shrugging, because the Winchesters haven't always been on the right side of things, but at the end of the day:]
( Dessert means sweet and Allison has always been more of a beer and liquor girl, anyway. The wine won't be the focal point for the evening and it's not even her evening. It's Melissa's. Kind of her dad's.
But, she and Lydia take the wine into the kitchen.
Scott watches Sam and a surprised Parrish exchange words, but there's another knock on the door, and so he gets up, because his guests are coming next.
Parrish steps aside so Sam can sit down if he wants. He finds Malia to park it beside her. )
Welcome to Beacon Hills. You're based in Kansas.
( That's what Malia said, if her intel is correct.
Scott opens the door expecting Davina, Josh, and Aiden. )
[Sam nods in agreement, sliding his hands into his pockets. "We work out of an old Men of Letters bunker there. It's provided us with a lot of supernatural information we didn't have before over the years."
He's still trying to catalogue everything in there, whenever he has downtime.
Scott is correct in his expectations. The three of them are standing together, and Davina flashes him a smile, as she tries not to fidget at the idea of meeting Scott's mom. The last time she met her boyfriend's mother it was ...
... well, it was Esther Mikaelson. She's sure Melissa is an upgrade but that doesn't mean Davina knows now to deal with it any.]
("Must be useful, having that research at your hands." He remembers trying to help Lydia learn what she is. How he only learned what he was after the fact. There wasn't a lot of lore out there about Hellhounds. He has opinions on that lore being accessed by hunters, but Sam's reputation proceeds him. At least.
Scott meets her smile with one of his own, holding the door open wider to let them all in.
"Happy Thanksgiving," he says. When Davina steps inside, he gives her a kiss, before giving Josh and Aiden hugs, each. He's feeling the love this Thanksgiving. )
Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for the invitation. My parents don't know I'm alive and the wolves prefer I don't horn in on holidays.
( And usually, he's fine with that. They accept him in the bayou regularly. It's just the traditions that they're wary about. And they're still recovering from Allison's "death," and the hunter assault.
They never seem to get that it means I'm usually skipping holidays, but what can you do?
[Aiden's not bitter. Having a quiet Thanksgiving with just Josh and Davina, maybe Vincent, is probably a much better use of his time than wrassling with the wolves in the Bayou.]
Still, thank you for inviting us. I've heard interesting things about Beacon Hills.
[Sam hesitates, because he knows he's stepped in it a little, but he can offer: "Lydia mentioned something about not having a lot of information to work with. If you want me to see what I can find, I'd be happy to."
It might make a good way of smoothing things over. Malia will throw him a bone when she adds: "David called him a Cŵn Annwn and did not elaborate." She will say that David still owes Parrish a favor that they could use for more information but why spend that when Sam could get it for them for free.]
We do a lot of holidays with each other, or, when he's okay with it, with the vampires. Or, when they are, the witches. Or, sometimes just with each other. Oh, and Vincent. We went on one cruise once. Neither of us liked being stuck with no way off anywhere.
( You give and you take New Orleans sociopolitical climate with the factions.
"There are a lot of animal attacks here, it's true. And some unexplained phenomena," Scott says. It estranged him from his dad. Almost estranged Stiles from his. Lydia's mom probably couldn't care less.
Parrish watches Sam's hesitation, but wait for the answer.
"For nothing?" he asks Sam, knowing David owes them, too. He has the same line of thinking as his... as Malia. )
Melissa would like to interrogate politely chat with both of the recruited significant others, but they can do that better over mashed potatoes and turkey, especially since it would be a lot of me talking to myself. But as Sam turns to go help, his phone buzzes and he looks down at the name with a swallow.
This is probably not a social call.]
Sorry, I have to take this. I'll be right back.
[And he steps back out onto the front porch to take the call. And because he's hoping this is a simple solve:]
Hey, Ezra. What's up?
[Please say you're calling because his brother's being obnoxious and Caroline has compelled him into doing something stupid.]
( Allison gives him a look as everyone starts to ladle onto their plates, but, she knows Sam will tell her when the time comes. )
Normally, I'd start with, I have another job for you, but I know your brother's helping with the consequences of your last. ( And he's been there, personally. It's been a rough transition. ) But, before you say it, just know, you're the closest to the next bodies, the Slayer castle was attacked and lost real numbers, and we have about a forty-eight hour window. Also, the Gauntlet's been thrown. Like, really. So, we're kind of all behind the 8-ball. Okay. Now, you talk.
[Dean texted him about Scotland. He had been driving at the time, but he knows enough about that end of things, and he probably shouldn't be surprised that that was the opening shot of the actual Gauntlet.
Things are probably going to be getting a lot messier from here on out.
He rubs his eyes briefly because this was not what he needed on top of his out of practice holiday manners and sighs.]
Violence. Apparently, Wallace and Corsair don't take this lightly, so Rusty says whoever you pull together, they should be able to fight. ...Expect the unexpected. More of the same, but no failsafe repeats so you don't have to worry about the dead coming back to life.
Alright. I'm four hours out from the Muir Woods as it is, so maybe we can head out tonight and track down the bodies in the morning. I'll let you know once we decide.
[And with that he will say his goodbyes before hanging up and heading back into dinner, locking eyes with Allison while wearing his sorry that was work face.]
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[Malia is blunt as ever, and that will never change. But Lydia will take a breath to reassure Scott:
"Not because you've done anything wrong."
Malia blinks. Oh right.]
This is like you guys introducing your families to each other. Josh and Aiden are Davina's family. Her parents are dead.
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Then we'll show her family a good time.
( They don't host often, but they can! )
We're all family. Lydia, are your parents coming?
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[Her dad is better off not spoken about, let's be honest. But just as she moves on to elaborate, there's a knock at the door, and she tips forward to peer out the window.]
Looks like it's Sam.
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Well, hello. Welcome to - not my house, but my dad's in the kitchen, so it kind of counts?
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Thank you for having me.
[And for giving him an excuse to escape the bunker because it's been so much drama and so many people. It was nice to just be alone with his own thoughts on the road for a while. He then holds up the bottle in his hand.]
I brought wine? The guy at the store said it was good for Thanksgiving.
[He is not a wine guy, even if he does have more of an expanded pallet than his brother.]
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( She takes the bottle for a kiss she's been wanting. She's missed him. And there needs to be a longer conversation about how this will work. And what is is. And everything else. But for now, she brings Sam into the kitchen. )
I think you know everyone, so far. Davina is also on her way, with her gay best friend and his husband? ( She turns to Scott or Lydia for confirmation. She's so knee deep in serious hunting and leading, sometimes it's the simplest of definitions that elude her. But, she always likes context and likes Sam to have it to. ) Sam brought wine, but it has to be evaluated. I'm not sure what 'good for Thanksgiving' means.
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"Jordan. Or Parrish," Malia supplies as Lydia takes the wine from him to have a look. "Jordan, this is Sam."
Sam's brain looks like he's going through the rolodex of names before he blinks.]
The hellhound. Right. Sorry - Sam Winchester.
[He's not the kind of hellhound Sam's accustomed to dealing with, so he's been curious, but they haven't officially met yet.]
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Allison turns to Lydia. )
What's the verdict?
( "And you're a hunter," Parrish says. Since they're pointing things out. "One of the good guys." )
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Sam pauses at that before shrugging, because the Winchesters haven't always been on the right side of things, but at the end of the day:]
We try to be. It isn't always easy.
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But, she and Lydia take the wine into the kitchen.
Scott watches Sam and a surprised Parrish exchange words, but there's another knock on the door, and so he gets up, because his guests are coming next.
Parrish steps aside so Sam can sit down if he wants. He finds Malia to park it beside her. )
Welcome to Beacon Hills. You're based in Kansas.
( That's what Malia said, if her intel is correct.
Scott opens the door expecting Davina, Josh, and Aiden. )
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He's still trying to catalogue everything in there, whenever he has downtime.
Scott is correct in his expectations. The three of them are standing together, and Davina flashes him a smile, as she tries not to fidget at the idea of meeting Scott's mom. The last time she met her boyfriend's mother it was ...
... well, it was Esther Mikaelson. She's sure Melissa is an upgrade but that doesn't mean Davina knows now to deal with it any.]
Hey. Happy Thanksgiving.
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Scott meets her smile with one of his own, holding the door open wider to let them all in.
"Happy Thanksgiving," he says. When Davina steps inside, he gives her a kiss, before giving Josh and Aiden hugs, each. He's feeling the love this Thanksgiving. )
Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for the invitation. My parents don't know I'm alive and the wolves prefer I don't horn in on holidays.
( And usually, he's fine with that. They accept him in the bayou regularly. It's just the traditions that they're wary about. And they're still recovering from Allison's "death," and the hunter assault.
And the other deaths. It's a grieving process. )
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[Aiden's not bitter. Having a quiet Thanksgiving with just Josh and Davina, maybe Vincent, is probably a much better use of his time than wrassling with the wolves in the Bayou.]
Still, thank you for inviting us. I've heard interesting things about Beacon Hills.
[Sam hesitates, because he knows he's stepped in it a little, but he can offer: "Lydia mentioned something about not having a lot of information to work with. If you want me to see what I can find, I'd be happy to."
It might make a good way of smoothing things over. Malia will throw him a bone when she adds: "David called him a Cŵn Annwn and did not elaborate." She will say that David still owes Parrish a favor that they could use for more information but why spend that when Sam could get it for them for free.]
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( You give and you take New Orleans sociopolitical climate with the factions.
"There are a lot of animal attacks here, it's true. And some unexplained phenomena," Scott says. It estranged him from his dad. Almost estranged Stiles from his. Lydia's mom probably couldn't care less.
Parrish watches Sam's hesitation, but wait for the answer.
"For nothing?" he asks Sam, knowing David owes them, too. He has the same line of thinking as his... as Malia. )
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Of course. We're on the same side, right?
[He makes a mental note of Cŵn Annwn, files that away for when he gets back.
Davina nods as she makes her way in. "I think the one constant in any supernatural town is animal attacks."]
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"There's also this mystical convergence here. The Nematon. And, like, ley-lines. It's kind of a supernatural magnet." The entire town, Scott explains.
As for Sam, a promise made, his phone vibrates in his pocket, EZRA reading on the screen. )
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Melissa would like to
interrogatepolitely chat with both of the recruited significant others, but they can do that better over mashed potatoes and turkey, especially since it would be a lot of me talking to myself. But as Sam turns to go help, his phone buzzes and he looks down at the name with a swallow.This is probably not a social call.]
Sorry, I have to take this. I'll be right back.
[And he steps back out onto the front porch to take the call. And because he's hoping this is a simple solve:]
Hey, Ezra. What's up?
[Please say you're calling because his brother's being obnoxious and Caroline has compelled him into doing something stupid.]
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Normally, I'd start with, I have another job for you, but I know your brother's helping with the consequences of your last. ( And he's been there, personally. It's been a rough transition. ) But, before you say it, just know, you're the closest to the next bodies, the Slayer castle was attacked and lost real numbers, and we have about a forty-eight hour window. Also, the Gauntlet's been thrown. Like, really. So, we're kind of all behind the 8-ball. Okay. Now, you talk.
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Things are probably going to be getting a lot messier from here on out.
He rubs his eyes briefly because this was not what he needed on top of his out of practice holiday manners and sighs.]
Okay. Where are the bodies?
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( Because, he has people. In California. Palm Springs. San Diego. Even in San Franciso. Oregon, too, but, Oregon. )
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[He might be able to scramble a team from the group of people here, but he'll let Ezra call in a favor if he needs to.]
Any word on what we should expect?
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( Not the dead you know. :) )
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[Well, good thing they have a powerful witch this time. He exhales before nodding.]
Okay. Let me talk to Allison and I'll text you back. What's the timeline look like?
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( It's a faster time table than Hernandez, but they weren't given anything then, either, only the caves. )
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Alright. I'm four hours out from the Muir Woods as it is, so maybe we can head out tonight and track down the bodies in the morning. I'll let you know once we decide.
[And with that he will say his goodbyes before hanging up and heading back into dinner, locking eyes with Allison while wearing his sorry that was work face.]
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