Open Bar Post for the duration of the event

[luckynumberthree]

Who: Anyone!
Where: The temporarily-relocated bar, now in a 1st floor tea room until the fifth floor becomes inhabitable again.
When: The duration of the event
Rating: ???
Summary: With the fifth floor being overrun by Silent Hill shenanigans and weird unfortunate afflictions, the bar staff has temporarily relocated to the first floor until they can return upstairs. Unfortunately, they're still cursed by the unfortunate truth-telling side effects. Drink and Tell at your own risk.

The Story:
The bar has weathered a lot of events in Wonderland, and will no doubt weather a lot more, but between the recent string of murders (Thanks, Dean Winchester) and the current vivid atmosphere on the fifth floor, everyone had agreed that finding somewhere a little less terrifying to get drunk was a requirement until things got sorted and back to normal.

Of course, moving locales doesn't seem to free them from the new geas of truth-telling that's seemed to invade anywhere in the mansion that nourishment is offered. That's not enough for them to close their doors, though. In fact, Simon's all for this, because he thinks it could provide some pretty amusing interesting revelations. And as he is the one most visible in the bar for the next few days, he could use some of that. Jo's still recovering from her attack and he might still be over-protectively fussing just a little.

He's his typical welcoming self to anyone who wanders in for some alcohol, however, always ready with a drink and likely some inappropriate humor. Delve into deep truths at your own risk, however.

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[voiceinthedark]

Sam isn't normally a violent person. Before the apocalypse he would probably have described himself as a pacifist. But the end of the world teaches you things about yourself. One of the things that Sam had learnt was that if pushed, if people he cared about were threatened, or if certain lines were crossed, he wasn't about to hold back out of some misguided sense of squeamishness or morality that didn't apply anymore.

He had people to protect. He was damn well going to protect them. Dean had hurt Jo, had threatened him and Simon, had killed people. While Sam wasn't necessarily planning to hunt him down, he wasn't going to wait around doing nothing either.

It's an unspoken agreement that they're all sticking close to each other for now, and Sam has set himself up in the bar for the moment. Jo taught him how to draw a demon trap and he's practicing it now, drawing it over and over again on pieces of paper until he can do it flawlessly without thinking about it.

He won't let people be hurt again. He won't let himself be hurt again. Van Ark, Moonchild, or Dean Winchester. He won't just lie down and die.

[luckynumberthree]

Simon finishes up from a busy spurt and wanders over to where Sam's made himself a nest of papers, a curious expression on his face as he dries his hands off on a towel. he stops on the opposite side of the bar and peers down at the other man's scribbles with one eyebrow lifted.

"You look... busy."

[voiceinthedark]

Sam looks up at him sharply, a little jumpy right now. He's been jumpy ever since Van Ark had... well, he tries not to think about it.

"Yeah. I'm just trying to be prepared."

[luckynumberthree]

Simon narrows his eyes at Sam a little, speculative and worried. "As long as you stay out of his way, you should be fine. You've got no connection to Dean, right?"

[voiceinthedark]

Sam stops what he's doing and looks up at Simon. His eyes are a little bloodshot, like he hasn't been sleeping right. "Simon, I look identical to someone Dean knows pretty well," he says. "And I'm friends with Jo who he wants to hurt. And I'm- friends with you who he also has it in for because you're with Jo." He ducks his head and drags a hand across his face.

"We've talked a couple of times. Including a little before I got your message about Jo."

[luckynumberthree]

Simon tenses, his face fixed into a fierce frown as he leans forward on the bar, hands propped on the surface as he leans in close to Sam.

"Did he hurt you?"

[voiceinthedark]

"I'm fine, Simon," Sam says, leaning back as Simon leans in close, his shoulders hunching. "He just freaked me out okay?"

[luckynumberthree]

"He freaked all of us out, he's really fucking talented at that right now," Simon answered, his voice tense as he leans close again. "What happened?"

[voiceinthedark]

He shakes his head. "He cornered me when I spotted him. Pretty fucking obvious something was wrong. He threatened me. Us. Everyone. He said he'd come after you. And then I kicked him in the balls."

[actualwizard]

Billy felt like he hadn't seen Sam since their giant game of D&D. It wasn't like they were normally attached at the hip, but he usually dropped by or checked in on a regular basis. He hadn't heard from him except for briefly at his birthday party. He just felt like it wasn't like Sam. Especially with this strange event that was going on. He felt like there was just something off the last few days.

He'd come down to the bar to see if Simon knew where he was and instead found who he was looking for. "Hey." He said quietly sliding into a chair next to his friend.

[voiceinthedark]

Sam had tried. He'd gone to Billy's birthday party but there had been too many people and it just hadn't felt safe. What if Dean decided to go after other people that Sam knew, just because he could? Sam wouldn't put it past him.

Sam didn't want people to get hurt because of him.

"Hey," he replies when Billy sits down next to him. "You don't normally come to the bar."

[actualwizard]

"Every now and again," Billy shrugged. "I was looking for you. What are you drawing?" He asked peering at the papers strewn about the table.

[voiceinthedark]

"For me?" Sam blinked at him and then smiled. "Um, it's a devil's trap, that's what Jo called it anyway. It's meant to keep demons from getting into places."

[actualwizard]

"Of course, why is that surprising? You left so quickly on Saturday and I haven't seen you around, is everything ok?" Billy was worried there was something wrong, something wrong with them but he wasn't going to say that. He didn't want to be that person. He was also worried about Sam, he seemed jumpy and not himself on Saturday and leaving his birthday early...Billy found that strange.

"Oh, these are pretty good. Are you practicing?"

[voiceinthedark]

"I just..." He gives Billy a helpless look. He's used to being the person looking out for people, not the one who people look out for. He guesses he had rushed off on Saturday and he feels bad about that. It had been Billy's birthday after all.

"Yeah!" Talking about the sigils is an easier topic. "Jo showed me how to draw them so I'm trying to get them perfect. They're devil's traps."

[actualwizard]

"You just?" Billy asked raising an eyebrow at Sam. None of this made sense to him. "Did you-" he asked the next part quietly not sure he even wants to ask it but feeling like he has to. "Did you not want to be there?"

"Why are you drawing devil's traps."

[voiceinthedark]

"No!" Sam blurts out. "Of course I wanted to be there but it's too dangerous."

...he really hadn't meant to say that much, and his eyes go wide at the admission.

"Because there's a demon who wants to kill me and Jo and Simon." He winced when it came out of his mouth, and then sat back, looking thoroughly defeated.

[lightgunhustler]

Jo is well-aware of the fact that she's supposed to be laying low for the time being, and for the most part her efforts have been focused on demon-proofing what she can and writing up detailed instructions concerning devil's traps for relevant parties while doing so. Curing Dean is a work in progress, once she trusts Castiel and Sam to keep her in the loop for, but at the moment they're at a standstill, and even keeping herself busy with defensive measures isn't enough to stave off the feeling of restlessness that's come over her, or the fact that she hates being passive about anything.

She knows better than to wander at the moment, but she has a more specific destination in mind today, anyway. It's well within her rights as proprietress to look in on the relocated bar, she thinks, and seeing Sam upon entering, sitting there and practicing his devil's traps, makes her equal parts proud and concerned. Good that he's taking initiative and making sure he gets it right-- bad that he has to practice it at all.

"Hey," she greets him, sliding into the seat opposite him at the table he's occupying. "You'll have those memorized pretty soon. It'll be like second nature."

[voiceinthedark]

He's a little concerned when Jo shows up. He'd thought that she was lying low for a while, staying with Simon while things with the normal bar were weird and while Dean was still doing god knows what out there. It was awful but Sam was so glad that it wasn't anyone that he was closer to. He'd lost too many friends. It was easier when it was someone he didn't know well. Still horrible, but easier.

He smiles though when she shows up, tired but a little more relaxed now that he can see that she's okay.

"Yeah, I guess I learn quickly when I have to. How are you doing?"

[lightgunhustler]

"Stir-crazy," she admits grimly, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hand as she looks over his work, raising an eyebrow before giving it a nod of approval. "I'm probably not here for long, but I wanted to check in. Make sure things are running smooth and that all the defense stuff is still in place."

It was mostly the latter. The bar was well-stocked to defend against demons and other creatures most of the time anyway, but it seemed even more important now.

"Looks like Simon and Cami have things under control. Not that I love the idea of Dean catching either one of them here-- or you, for that matter."

[voiceinthedark]

"I can understand that. Being stuck inside is pretty sucky." He knows that from experience. Sixteen hours a day in a tin shack will get to you eventually. "And well, no-one has tried to kill us yet. I'm taking that as a good sign."

Or maybe there were just too many people around at the bar even for a demon to want to take on. He didn't know much about demons honestly.

Sam shrugged, looking a little guilty. "I'm not really the one he's got a grudge against. Much." It was Jo he was really worried about.

[lightgunhustler]

"You're not, no, but if he's pissed at me, he might hurt my friends." She's not vain enough to think that any of this is really about her, but she and Dean were close. He'd already gone after Sam, and she was just as stubborn as he was about finding a way to cure Dean, to put things to rights. She figures that puts her on his enemies list, and while he might come straight for her, it's entirely possible that he'll try to come at her through other people, too-- which was precisely why she thought a few rushed hunting lessons and devil's trap demonstrations had been necessary.

"I'm working with Sam and Cas to find a way to fix this. Dean probably won't love that, and there's-- there are other reasons he might be pissed." Residual anger or resentment, maybe, that had resurfaced now that he was without his humanity, but she doesn't want to think about that any more than she has to.

[voiceinthedark]

Sam bit his lip, looking thoroughly awkward. "He caught me after D&D," he admits, because Jo deserves to know what had happened. She should have all of the details. It might keep her alive. "I might have kicked him in the balls. But he was threatening Simon too. To get at you." It was more terrifying now that the adrenaline had worn off and he couldn't act like it was a mission to get himself through.

He grimaces at the mention of Castiel, not quick enough to suppress it. He knows it isn't the Angel's fault, but he's not someone Sam feels comfortable hanging around. "I don't think he loves anything right now. Hopefully they'll be able to help though."

[lightgunhustler]

"Aggravating him was really dangerous, Sam." She has to tell him that, it's required, but at the same time, it doesn't sound like she disapproves. In fact, she kind of wishes she'd done the exact same thing-- especially since the stab in the neck hadn't really taken. A swift knee to the crotch might have been more satisfying, though probably equally ineffective.

"He'll remember that." She presses her lips together, having been worrying at the lower with her teeth. "And-- yeah. That's exactly what I was afraid of. Him threatening Simon, or other friends. He's not afraid to play dirty." And Jo was not only close to Dean on his better days, but she was a dedicated part of Team Demon Cure. That had the potential to draw his ire in a big way.

"If we can get what we need, we can stop him. It won't be easy, but we have to do it."

[voiceinthedark]

"I know that," Sam groans, giving her a helpless look. "But what was I supposed to do? It was pretty clear he wasn't going to just let me walk away from that encounter." Better to do something than nothing, right? Than to just let things happen. Besides, it had been extremely satisfying after Dean had started threatening him. "I'm pretty sure I was already gonna be somewhere on his hit list. And he... yeah he threatened all of us."

He looked up at her tiredly. "What do you need? Can I help?"