So, apparently my character was deemed unimportant by the GM and he probably killed my character off. I’ll find out if my character died in the next session supposedly but I don’t have high hopes as he was left very injured and trapped. So instead of just giving up, I decided to write the character into a different story. I kind of dig the left turn I came up so I think I might run with it.
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Two weeks later and Dean felt like he had barely had a moment of rest. The cases were piled up and it was a hustle to get the jobs done and the checks collected on time so that the landlord didn’t pay a visit. Dean would rather she did not know about him sleeping in the office. It would not take a world class detective to figure it out and Dean didn’t need the hassle. He rifled through the mini fridge he had snuck in and found nothing edible so it was time to call the chinese place and get something to stop the grumbling. Then it would be over to the Carmichael residence to tail Mz. Carmichael for a while. Maybe a search through the dumpsters behind Mr. Smith’s office. Whatever it takes, however long it takes.
Outside the window, there was Harrison Wyatt and he was staring in with a hollow look in his eyes. He was dressed in that trenchcoat he bought as a joke and Dean could see the glint of his gun just on the edge of vision. You probably wouldn’t notice it if you didn’t expect it. Dean casually slid open the desk drawer and unlocked the lockbox and saw that the gun was still right where he had left it. Ghost dad couldn’t have the real gun. Could he?
His dad’s eyes were staring at nothing and everything and he looked like he had been on a twenty four hour stake out. He still looked the same as when Dean last saw him which was the strangest part. He should have a caved in skull but his skull was as perfect as ever, only slightly dinged by angry cheating husbands. Dean didn’t bolt after him but it took all of his self control. Instead he walked up to the other side of the window and just watched his father through the glass. Was he going insane or was his dad standing on the other side? If he wasn’t crazy, what did that mean?
“You have to come with me. The end is here.” Harrison said suddenly. Dean jumped a little and placed a hand against the glass.
“Dad? What are you talking about? Where have you been?”
“The other side.”
“Wait, I’m confused. Are you dead or aren’t you?”
Harrison nodded slowly and then his eyes focused as if he was coming to. “I died. It seems like forever.”
“It was my fault. I wasn’t there. I’m sorry, Dad.” Dean could feel tears starting to form but he could also feel a great weight relieved. He had wanted to say that out loud for so long but there had nobody there to hear it. At least, not after Kasey had left.
“Fuck that, Dean. If you had been there you’d be dead too or who knows. I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t have come to get you if I did.”
Dean’s eyes went wide. “Come to get me? Did I die and not realize it?”
“No. You’re not dead. You will be if you don’t come with me right now. The sun’s up and I have a feeling they’ll be making their move pretty soon.”
Dean had a lot of questions but he grabbed his coat and walked outside to meet his dad. After a beat, they shook hands and Dean found himself grinning uncontrollably. He wasn’t going crazy after all and he wasn’t alone anymore. “Dad..”
“No time. Come on.” He started to walk fast and Dean had to push hard to keep up.
“Hold up a little. The living still have to use lungs and muscles.”
“You’re taking this pretty well.”
“Well, I was either crazy or you were a ghost. Strangely, the latter choice was more acceptable. I think I can learn to embrace this.”
“Well, get ready for a lot of changes. Hold here.”
“What do you mean by changes?” That’s when the screaming started. The screams seemed to come from every corner of the city and the sky started to grow dark. There were sounds that Dean could not begin to guess what they were.
“Dad!? What’s going on?!”
“The end of the world.”
“You’re taking that pretty well. Should I be concerned?” Dean asked, looking around the alley where they had paused. It looked like any normal, barely defensible alley. Dean went to draw his gun and cursed. It was back in his damn desk drawer and it sounded like the whole world was going to Hell.
“Not if I have the timing right. Timing is everything, right?” Harrison grinned and checked his watch. Dean was still not sure how his father had a watch or clothes or anything really. This was all going so fast and although Dean tried to keep calm, this was insanity. Maybe it wasn’t too late to just be insane and take some meds or get comitted or something. While he was thinking about all of this he missed something his father had just said.
“Wait, what did you say!?” Dean shouted, finding it difficult to make himself heard over all the screaming.
His father shook his head and started to repeat himself but the words were lost in a loud static-like sound as a hole seemed to open in the brick wall behind them. It was too much and Dean started to lose it. Luckily, this is when his father grabbed a hold of him and shoved him through the strange, massive hole. Dean’s whole world went black and then an eye-searing white and everything hurt so horribly. He closed his eyes but it didn’t help at all as the light seemed like it was penetrating his being. Eventually, after what felt like hours, the pain stopped and the light receded and Dean was standing on a street corner.
“Where are we?” Dean asked, finding that his voice shook a bit.
“I call it Nowhere. It’s a place in between worlds.”
“In between worlds? What about my world? What about our world.”
“Our world has been consumed. I heard some players are taking some steps to prevent it but we couldn’t rely on that. This place is our home now.” Harrison said, lighting up a cigarette. There was no smell to the smoke.
“Ok. All of that is confusing but.. what do I do here?” Dean asked.
“Do? I got you a sweet gig, Dean. You’re the new Sheriff of Nowhere.”