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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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Logan watches the newcomer for a moment, chewing on his toothpick in silence as he contemplates the scents clinging to the guy.

Then he kisses his wife and gets up to drop himself into the seat across from him. "Y' realize where y' are?"

Dean looks up at the stranger, then looks around. "Just a random cantina from the looks of it." he takes another sip.

((Darn, just heading to work. Will reply on the morrow))

"Git a gander out the window." He takes a long pull at his own beer and smirks.

((lol. kk))

Dean looks out the window. "What the hell?" He must have been walking up to a random bar, stepped through the door and been whisked HERE by some teleportal without even noticing the difference.

((As I'm a tool and apparently didn't read very well and now must cover my tuckus with a BS excuse))

Logan rumbles a laugh. "Welcome t' New Haven, bub."

((good excuse. It actually happens to people fairly often. lol))

"Uh, thanks." He says. "So... how do I get back when I'm ready to leave?"

"Same way y' got here." He nods to the teleportal.

Dean hadn't even noticed it, he was glad the gruff man had pointed it out. "Thanks."

He wondered what about him said 'hey strangers c'mon over and sit with me'. Not that he minded he supposed but it had been a long day. He fought down the cranky and took a sip of his drink. "What's up?"

"Thinkin' y' look familiar." Logan finishes his beer and contemplates another one.

Dean looked at him, cocked his head and looked from another angle. He'd remember a guy like that.

"Don't think so." He said. "Least not on my end. Never seen you before."

Logan rubs his nose, clearing it of cigar smoke, then nods. "Winchester. You some version 'o John's boy?"

Dean looks up when he hears his father's name. "Maybe." How did he know Dean's name?

The shorter man sniffs again. "Yeah, yer a Dean. Good thing Mary's in school."

"Why's that?" he asks, somewhat curious. He casually sniffs himself but doesn't smell anything.

"Kid's got a thing against Deans." Logan shrugs as he asks a telepathic friend to let John know who was in Logan's place.

Dean makes a face. "Why? What's there not to like about me.. uh.. us?"

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."

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