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Post by Dean Winchester on May 16, 2008 11:20:22 GMT -4
The last image that was burned into Dean Winchester’s mind as he slipped into the veil of unconsciousness was the unforgiveable sight of Sam beside him. The blood he spilled pooling about them and as he lay as if in a limbo of conscious and not, he tried in vain to push it aside. The small pin prick of light that flickered some ways off in Dean’s mind began to grow, splintering the unrelenting darkness that encased Dean and he struggled to maintain any sort of hold on it. He hadn’t a damn clue what it was, for all he knew and cared it was that damn light at the end of the tunnel that the new agey, Yanni shippers harped on about during one of those late night TV evangelist shows. All he knew was that it had to be a better sight than the one he was left with in the real world. What that light offered had to be better than the reality that lay next to his unmoving form. As the light shattered through the veil of blackness, bringing with it a warming glow that seemed to strike Dean to the very center of his soul, he felt his body relax and he all but welcomed the stream of light that finally encased him. ------------ The harsh sunlight of the Texan skies shone down upon the roads that lay out before the speeding Impala. A heat haze rose up from the asphalt and allowed the horizon to be contorted and rippled slightly in the warmth. The familiar purr of the Impala’s engine rose slightly from the distance, causing the many birds that roosted within the trees to stop their singing and grip upon their perches. The roaring engine as the Impala tore it’s way over the road caused those same birds to flock from the trees, screeching their distaste at the uninvited intrusion and yet Dean Winchester didn’t have a care in the world as he breezed down the roads before him. His eyes focused upon the roads and yet his mind solely upon the burger that lay in his hands. Polishing it off in one large bite and tossing the wrapper over into the back seat of the Impala, Dean reached forwards over his dashboard and snatched up the pack of fries that lay discarded by his brother. Shoving a handful none too gracefully into his mouth Dean grimaced and forced back the choking sensation of disgust as he stared down at the fries and then over to his sleeping brother “Freaking fries are cold dude....” he bitched, not giving a flying monkeys that his brother could not hear a word he was saying. As his eyes flicked between the road and his brother, a sly smile made its home upon his face and he pulled two of the offending fries from the pack and, with one hand still firmly on the wheel, he reached over and eased one fry into each of Sam’s nostrils. “Call them a gift from Uncle Ronald Sammy....” he grinned happily and pulled himself back over to his side of the car. Flicking on the radio and smiling broadly as AC/DC screamed from the speakers, Dean cranked the volume up full blast and as the drums resounded about the inside of the car and Dean mimed along, he cracked his hand firmly upon the back of Sam’s head and waited happily for the bitch session that was no doubt about to start.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 16, 2008 15:12:00 GMT -4
Sam had picked and poked at the his burger till he had about all he could take of it staring back at him and he had discarded it back into the bag it had come from in the back seat and tossed the package of fries up on to the dashboard figuring his brother would choke them down if given the chance. He had leaned his head against the window and stared aimlessly out into the nothingness which served as the Texas scenery. There was nothing for miles and before Sam even realized it he had slipped into a sleep.
Sam jerked up in the seat with a start as the radio sounded through the car and he felt Dean smack him upside the head. He awoke in utter confusion as he pulled the two fries from his nose and glared back over at his brother.
“What the hell Dean?!” Sam asked brushing his hand under his nose and crinkling it a few times to try and get the smell of French fries out of his nose now.
“Now everything smells like fries,” Sam said shaking his head before throwing the two fries back over at Dean as he yawned for a moment looking around the car and out the side window for a moment.
He rubbed his hands over his eyes and looked out an un-amused look across his face as there still seemed to be the Texas nothingness spread out in front of them.
“Did you need something or were you just bored and decided to be a pain in the ass?”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 16, 2008 15:33:48 GMT -4
Dean’s eyes flicked between the road and his brother as Sam gave a rather predictable performance regarding Dean’s “wake up call” and he smirked over at him with an all too obvious hint of satisfaction plastered across his face. “Ah the sweet smell of fries....it’s like being back at the drive thru...hey Sammy!” Dean cried out suddenly, pointing out of the window to Sam’s side and all but whacking him in the face in the process “It’s Ronald McDonald....heh...” Dean pulled back onto his own side and shot Sam a knowing smile “Oh come on...that was funny and you know it!” he laughed.
“Dude.... look around you. There is nothing here but half baked cows and frigging trees....a man needs his own form of entertainment...Hell why do you even think I dragged your ass with me anyways....” he added with a grin.
Snatching at the fries that Sam threw his way, Dean held them up with a grimace and quickly shot his brother an none too impressed look “You know I have eaten crap in my time but Sammy....even I draw the line somewhere....” he bitched and quickly tossed the fries out of the open window.
Turning the volume down on the radio and peering out at the desolate nothingness around them, Dean eyed the fries that still remained on the dash of the car and shot a sideways glance at Sam. “You didn’t finish your burger did you?” he mumbled quickly, reaching over to the back seat and fumbling around in the many items they had strewn upon it “Dude....I’m frigging starving...” he added quickly, his eyes leaving the road momentarily and swerving precariously into the center of the highway.
Slamming back down in his seat and pulling the car back onto the right side of the road with a nervous laugh and a half cocked grin, Dean looked sheepishly over at Sam and nodded to the back seat. “Dude....get the burger or hold the wheel....” he mumbled. “Then you can tell me why you have dragged my sorry ass out into the middle of nowhere again...” he added with a frown.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 16, 2008 22:19:31 GMT -4
Sam rolled his eyes as his brother began to carry on about one thing or another. Dean bored was never a good thing usually for him since he was the only one who was ever the nearest victim of his boredom.
"Hysterical Dean," Sam grumbeled as his brother all but whacked him in the face trying to get a rise out of him instead Sam tried to stretch as best as he could in the car and try and get comfortable against the window glass once more. He hadn't slept in the last week or so and it was starting to catch up with him.
Sam gave his brother a mock look of shock as he threw the french fries out of the window.
"Oh my God end of the world here we come Dean Winchester actually threw food away," Sam said with a laugh as he cracked his neck a few times. Sam only shook his head as Dean asked him if he had eaten his burger; he should have known better that the bottomless pit that was his brother would want it.
"No Dean I....DEAN!" Sam yelled as the car swirved to the center of the road as Dean took his hands off the wheel and focused on grabbing the bag from the back seat.
"I'll get it before you kill us," Sam grumbeled reaching in the back seat and pulling out the bag he had discarded his picked at burger into.
"There," Sam said shoving the bag into Dean's lap.
"Where here on a case Dean I told you that...the Dancing Devil?..." Sam waited a tick to see if Dean would respond or not.
"Apprently I talk for my health," Sam grumbeled as he reached behind him and pulled his laptop out of his bag where he ahd kept the notes from.
"The legend of the Dancing Devil started 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville; the legend goes that at a down function one night a mysterious man appeared and grabbed the prettiest girl in town and danced with her non stop till smoke was coming from her heels and legend has it that he basically spun her all the way to hell and then disappeared...over the last 3 months at different school and town finctions some of the most popular school and town girls have been going missing after ebing spotted dancing with this attractive mystery man...so that is the nutshell version of what we're doing...as of right now 6 girls are missing," Sam explained shutting the laptop and palcing it back into the backseat.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 16, 2008 22:37:19 GMT -4
Dean shot Sam a none too impressed frown as his brother chose to bitch over his eating habits and he stared at him as if in deep thought for a few moments. As no reasonable retort came to him and his eyes dashed back to the road, he allowed a small pout to cross his lips and he eyed Sam out of the corner of his eyes. “Bitch....” he muttered quietly, though still allowing a half cocked smile to crack his mouth.
As Sam threw his burger down into his lap, Dean placed his knees under the steering wheel and went about unwrapping the burger that once belonged to Sam. His knees steered slightly as he finally managed to take a firm hold of the food and he clutched the wheel with one hand whilst eating away with the other.
As Sam announced the topic of their newest hunt, Dean allowed a small frown to cross his face and he tore a chunk out of the burger before turning to Sam. “So what you’re sayin is....you dragged me all the way out here to go hunt down Fred Astaire? Dude...Seriously....I told you to keep your musical addiction behind closed doors. People already assume we’re frigging gay....” he muttered “Don’t need you all but shoving a neon sign on my baby’s roof....”
As Sam began to explain more on the hunt, Dean allowed a rather perplexed look to cross his face and he leaned over in his seat to peer at the laptop. “Attractive mystery man....how can that be?” he asked quietly, shooting Sam a face that was masked in all seriousness “I haven’t arrived there yet...” he added with a smirk.
Leaning back over to his side of the seat and tapping his fingers lightly to the music that still played quietly in the background, Dean peered out at the road in front of them and sighed “Where did the last girl disappear from? Any witnesses? Friends? Family?” he asked quietly, knowing the drill like it was the back of his hand.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 21, 2008 9:23:32 GMT -4
“Jerk,” Sam muttered in reply as he shook his head lightly before turning his eyes back out to look at the nothingness which lay all around them.
Sam shook his head frustrated by Dean already, he knew the second he explained the hunt…or well re-explained it that Dean would have the reaction he did.
“It isn’t Fred Astaire Dean it’s a devil an actual devil which is abducting girls and basically taking them and their souls to hell for no reason,” Sam tried to explain again but he knew his brother was aside from the burger on a one way frame of mind.
Sam leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes trying his best to ignore half of what Dean was saying but picking up the important bits or well trying to any how.
“Last girl disappeared from a Baptist church social all but right in front of the entire congregation … one minute she was there and so was the man and they were dancing and then the next minute she was gone. Everyone assumed it was just a neat trick or something till she continued to stay gone…that one was about a week ago,” Sam explained his eyes still closed though he highly doubted he would be falling back asleep any time soon.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 22, 2008 13:59:10 GMT -4
Dean pouted slightly as Sam shot down his attempt at a joke and he fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat before glancing at his brother and listening intently, or as intently as his wandering mind would allow, to all that he said.
“So this dude….this Devil, not Fred Astaire guy, can go on hallowed ground? What are we dealing with? Cos like correct me if I am wrong but demons and hallowed grounds can’t mix….or did I miss the new memo that totally screwed up our jobs?” he muttered, shooting Sam a quick confused look and going back to staring at the roads ahead.
“So these victims, they have anything in common? All female doesn’t really help much if we are gonna try to work out what it’s motives are and then of course the big question….How do we go about wasting the son of a bitch?” he said quickly, licking his lips slightly and staring back at Sam.
“Dude….we passed a gas station back there didn’t we….I am frigging starving still….oh when can I eat something that doesn’t need to be fried in a gas station microwave for Gods sake….” He bitched quietly, silently contemplating turning the car around and going back for food.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 26, 2008 15:32:35 GMT -4
Sam opened his eyes slightly to look back at his brother as he reeled off one question after another.
"That's the thing Dean; demon's correct can't go on to hallowed ground but devil's...technically devils came from hallowed ground when they were kicked out of heaven in the beginning of time so therefor it looks as if hallowed ground doesn't mean much to them save for a place to pick up girls and go off with them."
Sam sat up straighter in his chair pretty much giving up any hope of actually getting back to lseep some time before they reached town.
"All of the girls so far and any of them in the past have all been the same. Very pretty, rich, and virginal. They are the purest of the pure and the most beautiful as well. Their families are usually very well known in the town like those of pastors or mayors or heads of state things like that. So far they have been 2 daughters of pastors, a deacons sister, the sheriff's youngest daughter, and 2 daughters of the deputy mayor. I would think the mayors youngest daughter Charity Rose would be next on the list. She's 16, blonde, blue eyed, by all accounts amazingly beautiful and word would have it a virgin," Sam said glancing between the view outside and his brother.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 5, 2008 23:43:14 GMT -4
Dean was silent for a moment. He stared at the road as Sam spoke, considering his brother's words. His hands tightened around the steering wheel, rubbing it thoughtfully.
"Great. So this...thing...can go wherever it wants, basically whenever it wants."
Dean frowned. For the moment, it seemed like devils were defying at least one set of rules. How many more could they break?
"Ok, so let's say it's a devil we're dealing with." He shrugged as he leaned back in his seat. "What else do you know about them? Any cool tricks for getting rid of them?"
Dean raised an eyebrow at Sam's description. That added a certain ackwardness to the situation.
"Charity Rose? God, what kind of name is that? Wonder if she really is that "charitable." You never know what Daddy's Little Girl is into."
Dean sighed. Well, if this was where they were headed......
"You sure this isn't just some teenage prank? Like these girls aren't meeting guys on the internet and finding cool ways to vanish with them or something?"
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Post by Almighty Admin on Sept 8, 2008 8:44:50 GMT -4
Sam nodded as Dean finally began to grasp the concept of this devil.
“Basically would be the correct way to put…it plays by no rules or else none that I have been able to find as of yet.”
Sam averted his eyes slightly as Dean asked the million dollar questions in regards to getting rid of the thing. That was something he hadn’t exactly figured out yet but he had been working on it and so had Bobby.
“Don’t exactly know that part yet,” Sam muttered under his breath knowing that would be sure to gain a less then thrilled response from his older brother.
“Don’t even think about going there Dean,” Sam said his eyes immediately snapping from the empty Texas waste land back on to his older brother as if he could all but real his intentions. He was pretty sure Dean “de-purifying” was not going to be a course of action.
“It could be I mean look at that mess with the Hell House; teenagers find black magic and they don’t even know it before they start to spiral head long into hell…literally,” Sam said but knowing that either way they really wouldn’t know much else till they arrived.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 8, 2008 21:06:15 GMT -4
Dean wasn't overly thrilled to hear that Sam didn't have an idea of what to do about whatever it was they were riding off to.
"No rules? Great, that's just what I like to hear." Dean made a face and momentarily turned his eyes to the driver's side window.
"All right, all right, forget I mentioned it." He shot Sam a sly smile, but did as he said and dropped the subject.
"Black Magic? Yeah, I guess that's one thing. What about a Ouija Board? Teenage girls love those things, don't they? Maybe they had themselves a slumber party, called up something bad and forgot to say goodbye."
Dean shrugged, not sure if he meant it for himself or Sam. Devils sounded like they were going to be one of the biggest pains in the ass that they'd encountered to date.
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