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The thing about being on the road is you never knew where you'd end up. As it so happened, Dean and Sam were staying at a nearby motel and Dean wanted a drink in a major way. It had been a long day. Sam decided to stay behind and read and so Dean set out on his own. He left the Impala behind as it was just a short walk and a well lit night.

Dean walked into the cantina, ordered a beer and settled on a seat off near a corner. He sat down, leaning back in his chair and took a nice long cool drink.

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He'd already been on the way to the cantina when he'd gotten the relayed message, so it's not long before John steps through the teleportal with Buddy on his hip. The little boy has his head on his shoulder and is just clinging in silence, as he has since John rescued he and his sister.

John looks at the table where Logan's sitting with the Dean, then walks over slowly and watches the younger Winchester for a few moments as Logan explains that Mary's severe dislike of Deans stems from a bad experience with one who had adopted her after her own father had died.

Dean didn't notice John as he approached him from behind. He listened to the gruff hairy guy explain about Mary. "Dude, that sucks. What happened?"

"It's a long story," says John. "But she wound up coming here to live."

Dean jumps a bit. He turns around to see a version of his dad and he's a bit speechless. It's obvious his brain is working overtime but nothing comes out yet.

John shifts how he's holding Buddy and offers Dean a smile. "Hello, Dean."

Dean smiles slightly, still a bit uncertain how to react. "Hello da.. John."

He watches Logan tiptoe off and walks around so that Dean doesn't have to twist to see him. "Dad's fine, if you're comfortable with it."

Dean's not sure if he is or not to be honest. He never thought he'd see John again, and certainly not a John that wasn't really his own dad.

"Thanks." he says, figuring he'll decide later what to call him.

"So.... uh. I guess things were different in your timeline huh?" He asks, stating the obvious as he's still a little flabbergasted.

"From what I've heard and seen of others, I think it was quite a bit different." John nods to the seat across from him, asking if he can sit. "My Sam is a woman, for one thing."

"Oh yeah.. sure. have a seat." Dean said. "Can I buy ya a beer?"

"Oh right, I've met Sam-girl. Wonder if it's the same one."

"Coffee," says John, lowering himself and Buddy into the seat and leaning back with a sigh. "There's only one, as far as I know. Married to a former Republic Commando? Playing mom to another Sam's grandson?"

"Sure." Dean tries to flag someone down. He looks over to Buddy. Cute kid, he thought.

"Hmm, probably." he tries to remember everything the girl Sam told him about herself.

"And if you got her angry you'll have noticed things moving that shouldn't be." A furry brown catlike waitress stops at the table and sets down a cup of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk, and he thanks her by name.

Dean cups his hands in front of his chest. "Yeah like really big hoot..." He stops, remembering there's a kid there and drops his hands into his lap and looks toward the ceiling in embarrassment.

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