[AU] two worlds, a lot of demons, and a new set of problems

[gavemea_45]

It's still hard to believe it's over; that the yellow-eyed demonic bastard they'd spent their whole lives hunting is finally dead.

Sam figures it'll sink in eventually. Given everything else -- right now he's still pretty numb.

He's also desperately tired, but that doesn't matter. There's something he needs to do, and he can't afford to delay.

He waits until they've settled in for the night, and then waits still longer. Once Dean's been asleep for half an hour, Sam picks up his messenger bag -- already stuffed with books and his computer -- and heads straight for the bar.

He orders black coffee and snags a table with a good view of both doors and the stairs, then pulls out the first of the old texts and starts to search through it.

There's work to do.

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[pacificator]

You know what sounds like way more fun at a bar than working? Not working.

Maybe even drinking. Who knows? It's not like Wynonna's got a plan. Or, well, she has one, but it begins and ends with 'go to the bar, maybe get a bottle of tequila.'

Go to the bar, check. Not Shorty's; she doesn't want to worry about running into Doc... or Dolls... or Nedley... or Waves. Instead, she tugs open the door to that other bar, the one with the good drinks and weird clientele, and swaggers up to spot at the bar where she can keep an eye out for unsavories, then drums her hands on the wooden surface. "Bar," she wheedles, winningly. "Got something nice for me tonight? Huh?"

[totalitarstupetballs]

You are now the keeper of the bones.

The skull feels strangely smooth and heavy in her hands. Waverly stares into its empty eye sockets, the note from Uncle Curtis tucked safely into her pocket. "Who are you?" she wonders.

And where should she keep it? She looks around the empty saloon, then heads with the skull to the door that leads to the basement.

But it doesn't lead to the basement today: it leads somewhere she'd thought was a figment of one of Wynonna's benders. She edges into the new space, skull in hands, blinking. "This is new."