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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 27, 2008 22:11:15 GMT -4
"what hey look this guys gona die unless i find him this isent a game" Tara yelled standing up angry
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Apr 27, 2008 22:34:53 GMT -4
Missouri remained calm. She was used to things like this. "Listen honey I'll try and help you but there isn't much I can do at the moment. All you've told me is there was a boy named Dean and he going to hell."
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 27, 2008 22:38:46 GMT -4
"thats all i know whait ill discribe him mabye than , hes tall bout six foot or so strong id say spikey hair cut short leather jacket" she was trying hard to recal it all for her but it was slipping away
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Apr 27, 2008 22:42:10 GMT -4
"That could still be anybody. You see any signs or anythin?" she asked. In her mind she was trying to remember the idiot's phone number. She mine as well check on her Dean just to make sure he hadn't done anything stupid.
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 27, 2008 22:44:54 GMT -4
"not realy there was his friend a realy big guy in jeans and a hoodie whos hair was a bit longer look people die when i have thease I would hate for it to happen when I could stop it" she said to her speaking fast agein
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Apr 27, 2008 22:53:14 GMT -4
Apparently the calming agent in the tea hadn't worked. Then again she hadn't drunk much. "Drink your drink honey while I get the cookies out of the oven. I'll help think of something."
When she reached the kitchen however she picked up her phone and punched in a few numbers before pausing. "It probably is him," she said with a sigh and finished dialing. "Dean Winchester if you don't answer your phone you're gonna get it," she mumbled to herself as she pulled the tray out of the oven and waited for the phone to be answered on the other end.
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 27, 2008 22:57:22 GMT -4
Tara being ADHD a sedive wouldent calm her much but she drank not knowing bout this she herd missouri diling a number but mouldet ask about it it was rude to
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 27, 2008 22:57:41 GMT -4
Dean had managed to settle Sam down after his impromptu song and dance, namely the hoardes of visions that had knocked him for six and he was currently rifling through the trunk of his Impala.
His duffel lay open on the edge of the car and he went about loading various weaponry, amulets and charms inside of it. The vibrating and low sound of heavy metal from his pocket caused him to stop in his actions and he shoved his duffel back in the trunk before slamming it closed.
Pulling his cell from his pocket and flicking it open, Dean glanced at the number and frowned as he hadn't a clue off hand who the number belonged to.
"Hello...." he mumbled quickly, his eyes dashing back to the door of his motel room, he knew Sammy would be awake soon and he would rather he was there in case his sorry ass freaked out again.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Apr 27, 2008 23:04:06 GMT -4
"Dean you haven't been getting into any trouble with someone or something sending you to hell have you?" Missouri said as she closed the oven door. She never really stopped to say hello when she called. And it was always her calling him or his brother. Those boys were never good at remembering to call someone back.
At least he had answered his phone. That must have been a good sign for the moment.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 27, 2008 23:08:33 GMT -4
Dean's brow furrowed in confusion as he was met immediately by a question that more than knocked him off kilter slightly. Luckily for him and, the person on the other end, Dean never forgot a voice.
"Well top of the morning to you too Missouri!" he said happily, a small smirk playing across his mouth as he called her out yet again on her aversion to even saying hello.
"Have I what now?" he asked quickly "Missouri...you know I am always pissing someone off or another...but Hell? Well, not that I know of yet." he added with a small laugh
"Why you asking Missouri? Has something happened?" the worry in his voice was more than evident as he began to make his way back to the door of his motel.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Apr 27, 2008 23:11:33 GMT -4
"Well I have a young woman here that's just had a vision and there was a guy in a leather jacket named Dean getting himself sent to hell so of course my first thoughts were you honey. Wanted to make sure you and your brother were alright." She walked around the table to a cabinet and took out a plate to put the cookies on when they cooled.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 27, 2008 23:15:32 GMT -4
Dean stopped mid-stride and allowed a rather self satisfied grinned to cross his lips "A chick had a dream of me....?" he asked with a rather impressed tone to his voice "She hot?" he added quickly, and quickly making his way into the motel room.
"Look Missouri...Not sure I can help you out there...but hey, always nice to know you got my back."
Dean glanced down at his brother quickly and turned away from him. Keeping his voice low and out of ear shot from his sleeping brother, Dean hastened a glance out of the window. "Missouri look...." he said softly "Sammy and I, we might need to pay you a visit soon...he isn't doing too well with the er....you know...lately." he added even quieter "We just need a bit of advice I guess." he whispered worriedly.
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Post by Missouri Moseley on Apr 27, 2008 23:18:17 GMT -4
Missouri was about to snap at him for his remarks about Tara before sighing and listening to him. "Be careful on your way here. I knew there was a reason I was making cookies today," she said.
She looked out at Tara and held up a finger before disappearing in the kitchen again. "He been drinkin with the tea bags I gave you boys last time to help with his head?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Apr 27, 2008 23:22:00 GMT -4
Dean straightened up and his smile grew bigger as Missouri mentioned the magic word and he glanced over at Sam "Cookies...." he said happily "See now, I knew there was a reason we loved you Missouri!" he cried out happily.
Dean made his way over to his own bed and sat down heavily upon it "Yeah he's been drinking that cra...stuff you gave him." Dean corrected him quickly "And yes ma'am, you know I always drive safe, it's just the whole 'people trying to kill us' thing that makes driving that little bit more dangerous."
Dean glanced over at the clock and then back over to Sam "I'm gonna let him finish sleeping and then we will head on over to you Missouri...and thank's, always good to hear from you." he added with a small smile.
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 27, 2008 23:23:12 GMT -4
"if hes still on may a speek with him?" Tara asked her politely if it realy was the mistery guy she wanted to talk and well se why she was seeing him
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