Title: Haven't Met the Grave That Can Hold Me Yet
Crossover: Hell On Wheels
A/N: I own nothing.
The stranger didn't make any ruckus as he took a seat a few barstools down from Bohannan. Didn't say anything, just ordered a whiskey, and spent some time staring into it.
It was kind of odd the new comer was so quiet. All who ended up in this place didn't understand where they were, and normally had question's they'd all like to know the answers to.
Because this place sure wasn't where the saints went and Bohannan was pretty sure it wasn't where the devil was kept. Seemed to be some backward, forgotten place that those who neither the holy wanted and the damned couldn't rightly claim. Very, very few fell between the cracks of those two places, and in to this one.
The stranger downed his whiskey, then signaled for another.
"No Demons." The man asked suddenly, but it wasn't really an inquiry. "No Angels."
Bohannan turned and looked the stranger over. Obviously a man of modern times by his clothes - not that they were fancy - and he was young until you looked him in the eye.
"No redemption either." Bohannon answered.
The stranger took a beat to think that over. "Sounds like a fair trade." He turned back to his whiskey with a nod.
Bohannon raised a brow. "Most wouldn't agree." He said, thinking of himself, and the others stuck in this timeless place.
"Yeah." The man agreed. "But I'm not most people." And he smiled a little, like it was a joke Bohannon wasn't in on.
Bohannon gave a nod of acknowledgment, because he'd pick up on that already. "Name's Cullen Bohannon." He said after a moment, not sure why he was bothering with being friendly, other than it was a change of pace in this unvarying place.
The stranger shook the offered hand. "Dean Winchester."
"Well, Winchester, might as well get comfortable, doubt you'll be going anywhere."
"We'll see about that." Then Dean really smiled, and Bohannon knew for sure there was something he was missing.