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[GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In

Emma had said, during Winter's Crest, that she missed a tradition from home called réveillon. She seemed also to miss her cousin, as Lillith missed hers. Since she wished both to learn to cook and to be of comfort to her friend, it had been decided they would make a réveillon dinner for New Year's Eve.

Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.

Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.

Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.

Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.

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Dean had made a vow to spend as little time as possible in the monstrosity of a room that had been assigned to him. He was killing two birds with one stone with exploring the area. It was a very effective time suck to keep him away from the room. As soon as he learned about the stables, Dean made his way over to him. He would always be drawn to horsepower rather it be mechanical or animal.

He raised his chin in greeting to the man that was tending the horses. "You gonna offer me a towel or are you a normal person that got yanked here like the rest of us?"

Wyatt chuckled softly, "you might not turn down a towel if you get closer while I muck out he stall, but yeah, I'm just a normal person that got yanked here. Name's Wyatt." He held up his hands, his smile grew wider. "I'd shake but - no towel."

"Eh, what's a little bit of horse shit." He'd been in worse. Dean held out his hand, "Name's Dean. Nice to meet you. So what's your deal? How'd you get yanked?"

Wyatt shook the other man's hand, and smiled wryly. "Believe it or not, I was leaving the Alamo before I came here." It seemed like another life and in a way it was.

"Dude! Seriously? Like THE ALAMO? John Wayne fighting - uh yeah, you wouldn't know John Wayne. Never mind. That is AWESOME!" He was like a kid in a candy store - or Dean in an armory or strip joint.

Wyatt chuckled, he'd been the exact same way when he learned they were going to the Alamo. "Actually, I do know who John Wayne is. I time traveled before I arrived here." He watched his reaction but since Dean seemed to handle the Inn, Wyatt assumed that he could handle learning about time travel.

"Get out! You actually went back to the Alamo? Dude that is awesome. I gotta ask,what was Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie like?" As much as Dean thought that was awesome, it would also suck knowing that you couldn't change anything or there wouldn't be a 'Remember the Alamo'.

Wyatt's expression faltered as he thought about his friend, Jim Bowie and the knife that he gave him. It had been hard to leave the others for certain death, especially after reliving the other time that had happened in his life.

"He is as amazing and heroic as you'd think." He said after a moment. "I didn't really get to know Davey as much as my fried Rufus did, but he was full of stories and jokes."

"Damn. Sorry. That was a dick move. Unintentionally dickish, but still dickish. Didn't mean to bring up bad memories." Dean winced at his blunder but on the other hand, he'd just met someone that had met Jim Bowie and Davy Crockett. That was still awesome.

"No, it's okay." Wyatt assured him. "I would have asked the same thing and as hard as it was to leave them, knowing what would happen, I wouldn't change anything. Well if I could bring them with me, I would, but the experience was wroth the pain."

"I hear ya, man." Dean nodded. "I've had a few of those, too. Not with someone as awesome as Jim Bowie though. So, time travel huh? How'd that happen?" He was pretty sure it wouldn't have been from an angel.

Wyatt didn't have any inhibitions about keeping what he'd done outside of this place a secret. The odds of their lives connecting again after this were small. Something he didn't like to think about with Kitty, but it was there.

"I was assigned to be the muscle in a government Mission. Some idiot thought it was a good idea to build a time machine and didn't think about what would happen if terrorists got it and changed history."

"Yeah, that never goes well." Sadly, there was intimate knowledge in those words. "So you were the muscle to go after the terrorists? Nice." Dean's grin returned.

Well without the headache and constipation that goes with time travel.

Wyatt arched an eyebrow, "sounds like you've time traveled, too. Or were the muscle in some mission. What happened?"

"Both." Dean leaned against the stall of one of the horses. "I've been the muscle in a lot of 'missions' but I have time traveled." The creases by his eyes crinkled with a wide smile. "Met Elliot Ness and went on a case with him."

Just as when he'd met Ian Fleming, Wyatt had a look of awe and definitely fan boy at the mention of Eliot Ness. "What was he like?"

"Just as awesome as you'd imagine." Dean admitted. Of course he was even more awesome because he was a HUNTER! "Being trapped in the twenties wouldn't have been fun but working along side him, definitely priceless."

"How did you travel through time? Did you have a time machine, too?" It wasn't something that Wyatt would have asked, but there were so many different realities at the Inn now.

"I'd say you're gonna think I'm nuts but we're in a weird Inn talking about time travel. It was Chronos, the god of time. Yeah, yeah I know gods don't exist. They do, and they're dicks. I was going to gank him but got caught up in his time whatchamacallit." Dean explained, though it probably wasn't much of one for Wyatt.

"And I would have, if we weren't standing in a weird Inn talking about time travel." Wyatt agreed with a chuckle. Though he had to admit the god of time was hard to swallow, too.

"So you went up against a god?" He was impressed. "Is that what you do where you're from?"

"Sort of. I'm a Hunter. I hunt things, monsters, gods, angels, demons. Basically whoever is being a dick to humanity and take care of them." Dean boiled what being a Hunter is down into a nutshell.

Wyatt wasn't the least bit spiritual or religious but he was surprised that Dean lumped angels into that category.

"Angels are dicks to humanity?"

"Yeah, they are." Dean nodded. "They don't care about us and at least demons are up front about it." He really hated the two faced asswipes. "Not all of them." He had to concede and not just Castiel. "But most of them are."

"So how did you get into the hunting?" Wyatt was curious but held up a hand. "Wait, don't answer that. Let me wash up and I'll buy you a beer, we'll talk." He grinned, "That's not as impressive as it sounds if you've already learned that food and drink are free around here."

"I've heard about the free beer. I'll buy the next round." Dean chuckled. "And meet you in the bar by the pool." Because the last thing that Dean wanted was to see more pink.

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