strangetrip | [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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Most people might say 'it's not every day you see yourself walking around' but for Alec, at least when he was in Manticore, he had seen a few. Some were older, some were younger. It was only after they stopped breeding the X5 series did his clones stop coming. This one looked different. Older and not as well trained. Maybe this was that psycho that Max considered a brother, Ben. Whatever it was, it made tactical sense to meet this head on to get information.

"Well, at least I know I age well." He approached him with a beer in his hand.

Dean arched a brow. It wouldn't be the first time he'd met himself, younger self. Damn, he had good genes.

"Damn, straight. We look just as good as old farts, too." Not that Dean expected to live that long, but he'd had a prequel thanks to that witch. Did he mention he hated witches?

"Good to know." Alec, while figuring his life wouldn't last that long, really worked hard to try to get to that age.

"So... what's your deal?" He decided to test the waters. If it was Ben, he didn't want to spark the crazy.

Dean assumed he wanted to know if they were still hunting. Judging from his age, it looked like when he was taking a few trips on his own. Before Lisa. That brought a pang that it always did when he thought of her and Ben.

"Same shit, different day." He took a long sip of his beer. "Sam's back." That would have been the most important thing for younger him to learn. "He's here, too." Then he realized younger him really had to know this, "uh so's mom. Time travel, it's a bitch."

Alec nodded like this all made sense to him. Sam and mom were here at the Inn which meant either Sam was a brother or sister or someone else important to them. And this guy for some reason was used to time travel. Alec was starting to get the feeling this guy wasn't another X5. Then again, he could have been brainwashed and a sleeper unit. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Yeah. Freaky too. How should we refer to ourselves so that Sam and mom know who they're talking to or about?"

Dean's expression turned to confusion at his question. Sam and mom would know exactly who they were. Oh wait, to tell them apart. They couldn't just go by Dean, that would get confusing.

He smirked, "well they can just say the good looking one for me. Or you could be little Dean."

Dean. Right. Got it. Not a name he'd choose, but whatever.

"I'm thinking more 'young and boyishly handsome Dean' and 'old Dean'." His smirk somehow mirrored Dean's. Alec couldn't help thinking that there was definitely some of this guy's DNA inside of him.

"Yeah, that would never work." Dean's smirk remained in place. "Sure you're boyishly handsome. But no one would think I was old."

"Alright. How about middle aged? Seasoned? Seen-some-shit?" Alec also couldn't help but like this guy.

"Seasoned works." Dean chuckled, "but seen some shit is probably more accurate."

"Great. Seasoned Dean. Well, Seasoned Dean. There are a lot of hot women around so I'm going to go around and meet as many as I can." And try to take one to his room, which he still hadn't seen yet.

"I'd say good luck but we both know you won't need it." Dean winked, glanced around the room. "Just make sure you leave some for me."

"You got it!" He sent Dean a wink and then headed on his way.

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