The Winchester Exchange Program
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Chap. 2: The Tour
Notes: No, not all of these are going to be Winchesters in other divisions. Some are just shorts about their minor adventures in Soul Society. Also, most will be set after 1967 Chevy Zanpakuto.
The group of fresh Academy graduates waited anxiously at the arranged meeting place, just outside the Seventh Division.
"Where are those representatives?"
"Are we early?"
"Maybe this isn't the right place. Seireitei is a lot bigger than I expected."
The mutterings were brought to a halt as the gate opened and two men in black uniforms stepped towards the group.
"Can't believe Iba dumped this on us." the shorter man with light hair complained "You know he's just pissed off about the socks, right?"
The taller one rolled his eyes "Well, Dean, you did turn them pink. On purpose. And then you told him and laughed. I'm sure that didn't help." he sighed "You didn't have to say that "we" did it, though."
"I wouldn't miss a chance to spend an afternoon with my favorite brother and a bunch of strangers." Dean grinned and looked at the graduates "Already here?"
"We've been here for an hour...uh, sir." one of the young men, a rather uptight academic who would go unnamed as he would soon fade into the sea of unimportant cannon fodder of the lower ranks, snapped.
"Huh. Well good, you all passed the first test." Dean said proudly as his brother shook his head apologetically at the recruits. "Congratulations."
"You shouldn't have been late."
"And you should shut your cakehole. Anyway, I'm Dean Winchester, Fifth Seated officer of the Seventh Division."
"And I'm Sam Winchester, Fourth Seat." the tall man waved with an oddly clawed right hand. "We understand that not everyone here has been placed in a division yet. This tour should help you reach a decision."
"We just picked this one because the captain wasn't a raving lunatic." Dean winked "Not until we arrived, anyway."
"Only, like, three or four of the captains actually rave." Sam hurriedly assured the worried looking kids "At least, not on a regular basis." he coughed "Okay, lets get started. This way, please."
On the way though the maze of identical buildings, Sam suddenly held up a hand and the group stopped as a mob of rabbits wearing top hats and waistcoats burst across their path, fending off zanpakuto wielding shinigami with their umbrellas.
"Sorry." Sam called to his charges as he caught one of the vicious creatures that had taken notice of the tour and tossed it back into the fray "As you can see, Soul Society is at war. Again. Vice Captain Kuchiki's fault."
"Twentieth war since we've been here, right Sammy? Don't worry, they never last for more than a week or so and nobody ever seems to die in them."
The kids were speechless as they watched the mass of fur, blades, and monocles fade into the distance.
Most of the barracks were emptied out to deal with the current crisis but, after several boring descriptions in front of other divisions and an entirely too close encounter with the Twelfth Division Captain, Dean appeared to be ready to let the group take a break. "Whose hungry?" he asked, several unconscious members of the Eleventh being dragged through the gates of the neighboring Twelfth behind him.
After so many unsettling experiences, the Thirteenth Division was quite the welcome sight, several of the officers warmly taking questions and Captain Ukitake happily chattering about his latest fanficition in between bouts of coughing.
It was late evening by the time the Winchesters ushered the tour out of Seireitei. "Okay, we await your formal decision as to Divisions but wherever you end up-" Sam was cut off as an explosion lit up the horizon behind him.
Dean grinned wickedly "Yep, welcome to the Gotei Thirteen..." the charred remains of many well dressed bunnies fell around them like rain "You poor bastards."