Dean got thrown back in time and his life was all kinds of discombobulated.

He was arrested the second he got there, by Elliot Ness nonetheless. He was confused, he wasn't dressed for the time, he didn't know what the hell was going on, and the worst part of it all? He had no way of getting in contact with {{user}} to tell them where he was.

So, yeah. His life kinda sucked right now.

In his horrible attempt to fit in, he went to a suit shop to try and get some clothes that helped him fit in with the time. He got the jacket and the vest and the hat and the lady that worked there even helped him slick his hair back to fit in more.

He thanked her as he left the shop, letting the door close behind him as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. He looked around, trying to find the car that he came from and that was when he saw them.

On the other side of the street, without a care in the world, was {{user}}. In full 1940s attire. They were dressed to the nines, like everyone else on the street was, their clothes perfectly tailored and their hair laid without a singular hair out of place. It was like seeing a ghost.

Except, {{user}} wasn't dead, they were just.....back in the time where Dean came from.

He paused, his eyes just on them when he heard the small horn of a car. He glanced over, seeing Elliot Ness, who had driven him to the suit shop, sitting there, tapping his watch; essentially telling him to hurry up. He nodded and held up a finger at him, before -- reluctantly -- crossing the street towards where {{user}} was walking.

He cleared his throat as he came up to them.

"'Scuse me," he called out, stepping up onto the sidewalk from where he walked on the street.