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Post by Dean Winchester on May 2, 2008 12:15:51 GMT -4
Dean had gunned the Impala away from the motel, away from his brother and only stopped for gas once. The tires burning their way across the roads beneath him, the dirt roads, the highways and the back roads that led towards Lawrence, Kansas didn't even register with his now fraught mind. Grinding the gears until the girl protested against the ferocity he used behind every action, Dean kept his eyes upon the road before him and simply drove in utter silence.
The many voice mails left and returned by him had given him the information he had needed, he had desperately craved and though he knew the only person who could help him in the research department was now holed up unconscious and bleeding out upon a motel bed with nothing but a Demon for company, Dean drove onwards.
As the road sign that informed him that Lawrence was a mere three miles away came into view, Dean piled the car to a sudden, grinding halt and stared back at it. The headlights of his car glaring into the sign, taunting him, daring him to go further and he slowly allowed his head to rest upon the steering wheel before him.
His breathing had returned to normal a hundred miles or so back in the opposite direction and yet Dean took this time to gather himself entirely. He knew that what he was doing was foolish, even Bobby telling him so however, did not sway him in the slightest and as he pulled his head up from the wheel and hastened a glance at his watch, Dean's eyes widened slightly and he stared blankly into the rear view mirror.
Throughout it all, throughout everything that had gone on in the past few days, the date had completely slipped his mind. When one lives their life studying lunar cycles and equinoxes simple things like personal dates sit upon the back burner. Leaning over and snatching his phone up from the backseat, Dean flipped it open and stared down at the list of names before him. Scrolling down until his brother's name glared back at him, Dean composed himself and pressed the call button.
In his mind he begged and pleaded that Sam wouldn't answer, he knew that if he did questions would be raised and right now they were questions he couldn't and wouldn't answer. A slow sigh fell from him as Sam's personal mail greeting rang out from the phone and as the message ended and he was instructed to leave his own, Dean stared blankly once more at the Lawrence sign before him and spoke quietly.
Hey Sammy, boy am I glad this went to voicemail..
Guess you probably thought I would forget what today was huh? I kinda usually do don't I?
Happy Birthday Sam....Sorry I can't be there, you know I would if...
Just look out for yourself Sammy, there's a six pack under my bed. Knock yourself out...
See you soon Sammy.
Once more turning his phone off and snapping it closed, Dean tossed it back upon the back seat and finally found the courage to drive his way towards the outskirts of the town before him.
His destination however was not Stull Cemetery, not yet any how and as Dean drove his way slowly and carefully through the streets of the town he once called home, he could not help but feel even more alone. He knew Sam should have been with him, hell it was the first time in so very long since either of them had returned to the place and as Dean glanced out at the many sights he remembered from way back when, he forced back the new wave of emotions threatening to break their way through and simply made his way towards KU in silent determination.
Arriving at what seemed to be the moment when the world and his wife seemed to be intent upon leaving whilst he attempted to enter, Dean kept his head down and pushed through the crowds of students and Professor's alike. He hoped the guy was at least still in the building, certain that even if the guy was on his way home, Dean could more than persuade him to stay and help and as he finally reached the door of the office belonging to Professor Rick Payne, Dean rapped lightly upon the door and attempted to straighten both his clothes and his composure out in preparation for his impromptu meeting with the occult specialist.
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Post by Professor Rick Payne on May 2, 2008 15:11:08 GMT -4
Rick Payne had spent a good portion of his day trying to organize the office he had been given at the University. It was a lot smaller then the one he had had back at Grandview but then again nobody had told him to pack his shit up and move to Greenacres he had done that all on his own…stupid fck that he was.
“Genius…yeah ok they use that far too liberally,” he muttered as he finished organizing his books on the shelf. He had walked over to his desk and began sorting through the stacks of drawings and paperwork he had heaped upon it he grabbed a handful of papers and tossed them on tot eh floor taking a seat next to them and began to rummage threw them as he sat behind his desk hidden from view but he didn’t much care at the moment his desk wasn’t big enough for all the papers and the floor was barely cutting it.
He rolled his eyes as a knock sounded from the room he was sure it was another one of the professor’s just dying to know all about his area of expertise or another dumb ass brat with a Ghostbusters joke.
“Doors open…unless I owe you money then it’s locked and I’m not here,” Rick called back not moving from his spot on the floor.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 2, 2008 15:29:01 GMT -4
Dean had stood at the door of the office, his head bowed and his eyes occasionally glancing to the side as the few stragglers decided to make their own slow and merry way out of the campus. Dean's eyes flicked up to the door as a voice called out from the room beyond and despite everything he allowed a small, half hearted smirk to cross his lips. “A genius Professor that is hard up on the cash....I thought they only existed in the movies....” he grumbled, before pushing the door open and making his way into the rather small office beyond.
His eyes gazed over the relatively small, yet rather cluttered office and he could not for the life of him see whoever it was that had given him permission to enter. Browsing over the many books that lay upon the shelves, Dean cocked his head slightly in order to read the spines as he went along. “Wow....a ghost professor teaching the occult....whatever next....Tutankahmun teaching ancient Egyptian mythology....” he quipped, once more forgetting himself and allowing a small satisfied smirk to appear at his rather lame attempt at humor.
Pulling himself away from the bookshelf and making his way over to the desk at the far end of the small room, Dean sat himself down and began to make himself comfortable. His teeth slowly clicked together as he waited for the Professor to either show his face or “materialize” and heave his sorry ass out of the closed window, chair included.
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Post by Professor Rick Payne on May 2, 2008 15:51:38 GMT -4
Rick rolled his eyes as he heard the guy enter the office; it was better then one of the old professor’s who seemed enthralled with him since he arrived but being a smart ass he knew they were never any better.
“Tutankahmun teaching ancient Egyptian mythology would be over-rated…and I doubt a ghost would spend time teaching about the occult,” Rick grumbled still shifting through his papers as he tried to organize them in the best order he could considering he was probably missing the other half of them which were probably on his desks till.
“You come in to sit and eat shit or do you have a purpose?” Rick asked continuing with what he was doing desperately needing to get his shit in order as the disarray was driving him nuts. Not saying that he was a neat freak he just enjoyed living in his own sort of organized chaos.
“Before you even ask…no you can’t have an extra week to do the assignment, no I won’t give you extra credit on your assignment, no I won’t bump your grade if you’re a dumb ass, and no to anything else I may have missed,” he was pretty sure he had gotten all the important points out of the way but he could be wrong…though he wasn’t usually.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 2, 2008 16:10:04 GMT -4
Dean pouted slightly as the Professor, still hidden from view all but started bitching of his own accord and he leaned forwards in his seat to get a look at the person the voice belonged to. “Filing cabinets....brand new invention....they keep crap like that organized like no-ones business. Just an investment idea....” he muttered with a small smirk.
Slinking back into his seat as the Professor began to reel off on one again, Dean stood up and fumbled in the back pocket of his jeans. “Skipping over the pleasantries huh? Nice to know....” Removing a small, tattered pamphlet, the eerie almost foreboding image of Stull Cemetery glaring back at him, Dean tossed it down upon the pile in front of the Professor and sat back down. “I don't have an extra week to begin with...I don't need credit from a two bit Professor with a bug that is threatening to die up his ass and call me a dumb ass again and I will shove your papers where the sun doesn't shine.” he bitched back, his already fried mind and fragile mood stretched to its limit.
“What you can do is tell me all you know about that place and if the rumors of the Devil's Gate that is there are true and if so, where it is....” he added quickly.
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Post by Professor Rick Payne on May 2, 2008 16:24:12 GMT -4
Rick nodded his head as the smart ass pipped up about a filing cabinet, "No really Sherlock I know that but in order for them to be in the filing cabinet they need to be sorted first...a lot I know for a general educations tudent but you'll get it eventaully...and if not there is always community college...you guys do have that here right?" Rick asked looking up to glance at the kid for a moment before shrugging and returning back to his paperwork.
Payne glanced down at the paper that the guy dropped in front of him and immediately forgot his task of sorting and was enthralled in the prospect of a new mission which had just presented itself. Payne stood up from the floor his eyes locking with the guy in front of him for a moment before looking down at the paper again.
"I could do that..." Rick replied with a smirk as he sat in his chair and leaned back kicking his feet on the desk as he studied the piece of paper in front of him.
"But why would I do that? And who are you anyways?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 2, 2008 16:35:34 GMT -4
Dean stared back at the guy and smirked slightly as he finally dragged his ass from off of the floor, and seemed more than intrigued by the paper he had thrown down at him. “There we go look, stretch those limbs....arthritis is rife in the golden oldies...” he quipped quietly, not really meaning to be so short with the guy, but hell it was in his nature after all.
Sighing deeply and glancing down at himself Dean shot back up to look at the guy and shook his head “Dude...seriously do I look like the type to waste my frigging time roaming these walls....please!” he muttered pointedly.
Locking eyes with the guy and noticing that he seemed intent upon pushing his luck that little bit further, Dean leaned forwards and held out a hand to him. “Kerry Livgren...not a student here....my father though, sits on the board of the University...big wig, sure you know the kind...” he added with a small knowing smirk.
“His brother, my uncle....obviously, his wayward son, went and got himself all caught up in some religious nutjob sect and well, rumor has it that they are all camped out there so it is my job to go get the little son of a bi....kid, back....” Dean added, correcting himself quickly. “So what better place to start asking questions that a Professor of the....Occult....” Dean finished speaking quietly and for added show, waved his fingers lightly in the air as he murmured the word occult. “X-Files, Twilight Zone and all that crap....” he added with a small grin, even though he was in no fair mood to joke around.
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Post by Professor Rick Payne on May 2, 2008 16:59:55 GMT -4
Payne eyed the guy carefully as he introduced himself and tried his best to stifle the smirk he felt make its way across his face.
“Kerry Livgren? … Looking good for your age there…please to meet you I’m Angus Young,” he had become a pro at picking apart people’s bullshit thanks to Melinda and Jim; but in the same respect he had also become accustomed to the fact that everyone had their secrets so what the fck.
“What better way indeed,” Payne said with a nod as he scanned the paper again before standing up from his desk and making his way over to the bookcase. He pulled a book from the shelf and flipped through it for a few seconds.
“Think this might be the direction you’re looking for,” Rick said reading from the book.
“Stull Cemetery, and the abandoned church that rests next to it, is located in the tiny, nearly forgotten Kansas town of Stull. There is not much left of the tiny village, save for a few houses, the newer church and about twenty residents. However, the population of the place allegedly contains a number of residents that are from beyond this earth! In addition to its human inhabitants, the town is also home to a number of legends and strange tales that are linked to the crumbling old church and the overgrown cemetery that can be found atop Stull’s Emmanuel Hill. For years, stories of witchcraft, ghosts and supernatural happenings have surrounded the old graveyard. It is a place that some claim is one of the "seven gateways to hell."
Looking back up at “Kerry” Payne continued on in his explanation.
“The legends say that these stories have been linked to Stull for more than 100 years, but none of them made it into print until the 1970's. In November 1974, an article appeared in the University of Kansas student newspaper that spoke of a number of strange occurrences in the Stull churchyard. According to the article, Stull was “haunted by legends of diabolical, supernatural happenings” and the legends asserted that the cemetery was one of the two places on earth where the devil appears in person two times each year. It said that the cemetery had been the source of many legends in the area, stories that had been told and re-told for over a century,” Payne shut the book and handed it over to the guy.
“Of course people say its bull but then again there is a lot of things people don’t believe in that they probably should…there are also whispers that devil would appear in Stull Cemetery on the night of the Spring Equinox and again on Halloween. The word also spread that the spirits of those who died violent deaths, and were buried there, would return from the grave…nobody has been able to prove that wrong or right just tossin it out there,” Payne said with a shrug.
“You can use the book…if you know a good place around here that has good Chinese food.”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 2, 2008 17:28:31 GMT -4
Dean struggled to hide the look of embarrassment that crossed his face as the Professor called him out and he shrugged gently “What can I say? Parents had good choice in music....” he attempted to continue the charade that little bit longer with a small smile and a slight raise of his eyebrows “Good call though there Angus...nice to know I am not alone in the 'hey let's name our kids after musicians' brigade....” Dean shrugged gently and glanced about the room as he tried to recover himself before smiling back at the Professor awkwardly.
His eyes followed Payne as he made his way over to the bookcase and he rolled his eyes rather dramatically as the guy began to reel off the sort of bullshit information one could find on any website pertaining to the “supernatural” and he was all but ready to up and leave until the words “gateways to hell” fell upon his ears.
After the Professor had finally caught his attention, Dean turned slightly in his seat and listened slightly more intently to the words he spoke and as he handed him the book he flicked through it briefly before placing it down upon the desk before him. “I'm not your bookworm kind....” he muttered quietly “But I know a place that does an awesome Moo Shu Pork...” he smirked “You got a yellow pages? Third listed under take-outs, unless they went bust....been a while....” he mumbled, glancing up at the Professor with a smirk “Moo Shu Pork for me....if you hadn't have guessed” he added with a grin “Thanks for offering.”
Turning his attention back to the book, but neglecting to pick it up again, Dean nodded towards it and then looked back at Payne. “Any sort of talk on demonic happenings around the equinox in March? Possessions? Ghostly apparitions?” he murmured thoughtfully, the need to hunt getting all the better of him before he remembered the exact reason he was there and his eyes snapped back up to the Professor.
“Look...this gateway to hell....” Dean started tentatively “Theoretically speaking of course....what sort of erm....” Dean stopped speaking and glanced about the room, making sure to check the doorway and leaned forwards towards Payne “If someone were to....” Dean sighed deeply and glanced back at the Professor again “If someone were to attempt to 'open' this gateway...say a messed up teenager out for kicks or a erm...” Dean quickly disguised his speech with a rather pronounced cough “Demon...sort of thing...how would they go about it and how can they be stopped?”
Dean's eyes locked with the Professors and he all but froze upon his seat as he awaited his reply. Either he would be tossed out on his ass without so much as a 'goodbye' or a Moo Shu Pork, or the guy would actually pay attention...Dean prayed it was the second door.
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Post by Professor Rick Payne on May 3, 2008 12:19:37 GMT -4
Rick still eyed the kid curiously as he held on to the fact that his parents were rock music buffs, after all weirder shit had been known to happen so why the hell not. He was pretty sure the guy would find it weird that he was continually haunted by his dead wife…things weren’t necessarily normal. At the brief thought of Kate Rick absent mindedly turned the wedding ring he still wore on his hand. Kate had been gone for 3 years and even with the knowledge that she had cheated on him he still loved her and couldn’t let go no matter how big of a bitch she was with her haunting him now that she was dead.
“Wasn’t an offer but I’ll make a note unless of course you’re doing the buying?” Payne asked the kid shifting through some more papers he had scattered about to see what else he could find about Stull. He had done so looking up on it since it was so near to Lawrence and since he had for some ungodly reason decided to follow Melinda out to Greenacres.
“Possessions?” Rick asked eyeing “Kerry skeptically. He definitely hadn’t read anything about possessions unless of course the guy knew something he didn’t.
“The equinox’s seem to be a rather popular time for Stull. Seems to be according to legend when the devil and the dead come walking about and making themselves known and taking some victims here and there…relatively speaking of course. Rick’s suspicion of the guy kept getting weirder and weirder as the guy continued talking. Yeah it was no real surprise to get the odd question now and again but this was not the regular run of the mill can you channel my dead puppy questions.
“Theoretically speaking of course if a teenager or…demon as you asked were to be interested in opening the gateway they would need some seriously old magic and spells and books. For certain they would need a journal and or “book of the dead” as many like to label it as. Basically it is an old hoodoo or voodoo book or journal based off of the original Egyptian book of the dead though this version is much darker and contains a hell of a lot more satanic rituals in it…there are only a handful of copies of this journal out there,” Payne explained leaving off the part that he had acquired one awhile ago on a scholastic teaching trip to Peru he had taken care of the Grandview University.
“Aside from the book they would have to know some seriously dark chants like dark enough to come from Satan himself per say…of course all of this is theoretically speaking…” Payne explained taking his seat again and handing a copy of a drawing of an ancient sketch of the Stull Cemetery “Hell’s Gate.”
“That would be what you wanted to look for if you should go off ghost busting.”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 3, 2008 14:57:13 GMT -4
Deans eyes studied the Professor as he seemed suddenly intent upon turning and shifting the wedding band that lay about his finger and Dean quickly glanced down at his watch and then back up at the guy. “Am I keeping you from the little lady?” he asked quickly, nodding once to the wedding band and then back up to Payne. “What is she like? A no nookie after nine pm kinda girl?” he added with a small grin.
Furrowing his brow quickly as the Professor questioned his mention of the word “possession” and he stared at him curiously. “Yeah possession....you know, human body...black cloud....choking suffocation as the son of a bitch slams it's way in without invite...possession dude, possession!” he grumbled quietly, not really caring how tetchy he was being again.
Dean leaned back in his seat and rubbed his nose quickly as the Professor continued speaking and he listened to him half hearted. “Book of the Dead huh?” he asked quietly “Necroni.... Necromi.... that Sam Raimi, Bruce Campbell crap right?” Dean's eyes raised slightly as the Professor all but confirmed that these books did in fact insist and his eyes sparkled just a little as a smile spread across his face “See....I always tell Sammy...Raimi so knew what he was talking about!” he added with a wide grin that quickly vanished as he mentioned his own brothers name.
The events and the severity of the events that had bought him here had slammed their way back into his conscious and he quickly took the image of the “Hell's Gate” from the Professors outstretched hand. His eyes stared down at it and he allowed himself to be fully immersed with what lie ahead of him and slowly drew his attention back to the Professor.
“So what you are saying is....Equinox gone, most likely the Devil and his motley crew won't be there....” Dean glanced down at the image and quickly folded it up “One less thing to worry about i guess....” he muttered aimlessly and began to shove the paper into his back pocket “Mind if I keep this?” he asked, even though he had all but claimed it for himself already.
Dean's eyes locked with the Professors once more and he struggled within himself to push on with his line of questioning. “Theoretically speaking....again....” he prompted quietly “Say if someone were to....meet....with let's say a teenager and or Demon, at this particular cemetery in front of this particular gateway...and let us say they were there to maybe bargain with this....person...” Dean stopped speaking for a moment and wondered if he really wanted to know the answer to the question he was about to ask.
“And let us just say....theoretically....that this chance meeting ended rather unhealthily for the person who was there to do the bargaining....what would happen to them?” he asked pointedly “What I mean to say is....a guy gets mugged in the street and gets a bullet in his chest for his troubles....his ass gets hauled to the morgue....the same guy bites the big one in front of this place and what....? Morgue or burning fiery pits?” he added, his eyes finally managing to lock with the Professors again.
“Theoretically there Prof....” he added with a small smile.
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Post by Professor Rick Payne on May 3, 2008 16:03:29 GMT -4
Rick’s eyes shifted from the weeding band on his hand and locked with Kerry as he asked about his wife.
“There a lot more then you keeping me from her being that she’s been dead for 3 years,” Rick muttered trying to not sound as bitter as he had but not really caring at the moment. The subject of Kate always ripped at him and he’d just as well not deal with it then talk through it. He of course decided to leave out the fact that his now dead wife haunted him on a regular bases.
He stared at the guy as he began to spout on about possessions and what not and it just seemed as if their conversation kept going down the path of weird by the second. He had dealt with some pretty odd shit in his time but this was beginning to become a category all its own.
“I know what possession is there kid just don’t know many that have such a…colorful view on it,” Rick said with a skeptic look about him before he turned back to his papers.
“It is a version of the book of the dead it has a bit more of a Cajun touch to it which makes it a little bit more dangerous if it has been connected with other gates… Theoretically speaking would this teenager have used a book or dark magic at any of the other gates?” Payne asked shifting through the possibilities in his mind for what was going on.
“The devil and his gang should be mia from the gate or as far as legend goes on about anyways.”
Payne shook his head with a smile as Kerry put the copy of the drawing he had handed to him in his pocket.
“It’s all yours…and demons don’t deal. Well not as far as any I have ever studied unless of course that is there specialty but then you begin to deal with a crossroads type of situation and that is a different monster all together,” Payne explained leaning back in his chair.
“You bite the big one in front of a Hell’s Gate it’s fire and brimstone at its finest…those nasty fckers will be biting at the bullet to drag you…or a “teenager” down there to have some fun…so I would point out that dying would be a bad thing…Kerry…all of it being theoretical of course,” he added with a knowing look as he locked eyes with the guy once more not really certain what sort of trouble he had gotten himself mixed up in.
“Holy water…rosaries…and a few well placed devil’s traps can help persuade demons…in case you were wondering…”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 3, 2008 16:36:32 GMT -4
Dean's eyes widened slightly as the guy went on to explain the fact that his wife had met her maker quite a while back and he hid back the cringe as he realized he had more than suffered from “foot in mouth” syndrome. Smiling awkwardly back at the guy and averting his eyes, Dean slunk back in his chair and shrugged gently “Sorry about that dude....totally not psychic.” he added as a hopes of an excuse.
As the Professor continued to speak, Dean could not help but roll his eyes and he leaned forward slowly “Seriously....less of the 'kid' speak....I'm twenty seven dude....” he muttered “What is it with oldies calling me 'kid' for God's sake I'm frigging....” Dean stopped his ramble abruptly and flopped down in his chair again “Just saying is all....” he muttered with a slight bitter edge to his tone.
Dean's smile grew wider and he cocked his head to the side slightly as Payne asked the likelihood of the “teenager” in question, that “teenager” of course being the Demon Meg having opened other gateways and he nodded slowly. “I wouldn't put it past the little bitch.” he grinned “The sort that won't rest until we are up to our asses in molten lava and singing Kumbaya with the Devil himself.” he added with a small growl.
“Right...got it....” Dean mumbled quietly “No deals with the black eyed sons of bitches....but hey, those Crossroads ones.....” Dean whistled appreciatively “They sure do know how to get a guys attention.” he added with a more than amused grin “Or so I have heard....” he added slightly abashed and smiled awkwardly at the Professor.
Dean cringed slightly as the Professor all but confirmed his suspicion regarding the whole “dying at the Hell's Gate” crap and he rubbed his hand over his eyes gently “Dying equals bad...got it....” he mumbled “And dude....seriously....Kerry? His parents must have seriously have frigging hated him to give him a girls name....” he mumbled bitterly “Just stick with Dean....” he added with a shrug.
As the Professor reeled off the many items used to fight off a Demon, Dean's thoughts harked back to the many supplies he had within the trunk of his car and he grinned slightly “Yeah..rosaries and Devil's Traps....let's not forget the salt....” he added with a small smirk “And dude...this bitch....totally not the 'oh I am just going to walk into the middle of this trap and stand here whilst you send my sorry ass back to hell in a handbasket' kind of Demon....too frigging smart for her own good....” he added bitterly.
Dean settled himself back in his seat rather awkwardly and stared back at Payne. “Just something else....though your answer may or may not make more questions...we will see....” he mumbled quietly. “Let us say that the bitch....who shall not be named....can “bind” herself to another....a human....and can cause you know....pain, visions, and basically cut them all the Hell up without even laying their filthy hands upon them....” Dean fidgeted uncomfortably and glanced at the closed door again “If I were to try to sever this bond....what could happen? To the human I mean....the Demon can go to....well Hell for all I care.” he added with a small grin.
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Post by Professor Rick Payne on May 5, 2008 9:05:08 GMT -4
Rick waved off “Kerry’s” apology in regards to Kate.
“No worries she’s around more then you might believe,” Rick explained not willing to out and out explain the fact that his dead wife haunted him but with everything they had touched on in their little impromptu meeting it wouldn’t be a shock.
Rick listen intently as Ex-Kerry now Dean seemed to take in and understand everything he had told him for the most part. To say he was more then interested in what exactly Dean was getting at would have been an understatement but it all seemed rather far fetched even for a guy with a dead live in wife.
The last question was slightly more difficult and Payne really had no answer for it. He sat for several moments trying to think back to see if he had ever heard of such a thing mentioned anywhere before. He stood up again and pulled a book from the shelf and flicked through it trying to look for an answer.
"If a demon binds themselves to someone else...which I may add is an extremley ancient practice and has all but died in the realm of demons...theoretically speaking and all that shit of course. But it is possible that what you do to the demon will be done to the human as well...but then again there is a chance it wont be it really all depends on the spell that was performed there are several old binding charms..." Rick explained shutting the book not really sure if his last answer had helped any.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 9:26:36 GMT -4
Dean smirked back at Payne and shrugged lightly before leaning towards him “I'm sat here asking about Demons, Devil's Gates and how to sever demonic bonds....believe me....I believe a ton of crap that would make your head spin....” he added with a small laugh and settled back down in his seat.
As the Professor went back to his books and began to search for, Dean could only hope, a nice run of the mill answer to his question, he could not help but fidget slightly in his seat. His body sagged and he released the breath he hadn't known he was holding in a less than amused sigh as Payne stopped speaking and he rubbed his face roughly. “Right so....possibly, though we aren't entirely sure....going hell for leather on this psycho bitch may or may not end up bad for Sammy....or whichever person she has binded herself to....” he added quickly.
Dean glanced back up at the Professor and seemed to be in deep thought for a few moments “But this isn't set in stone...so I can hope that she has used some crack job Diet Coke version of this spell and that....whoever she is bonded to is all fine and dandy...Or on the other hand....I waste the bitch and Sammy....” Dean sagged in his seat and quickly tore himself up to his feet “Well this sucks out loud....” he grumbled bitterly.
Straightening himself out and checking that everything was where it should be, Dean hadn't counted on and was in fact entirely oblivious to the fact that, during his actions, his gun, hooked in the waistband of his jeans, had been exposed for a few mere moments before he made his way over to the Professor. “Thanks for your help Prof...I think maybe I can sort things out from here...you can head off for your Chinese now,” Dean said, with as genuine a smile as he could muster and held out his hand “Just one more thing though...can I maybe like get a contact number? Just in case all hell breaks loose...theoretically speaking...the usual college boy I get to do the donkey work is kinda laid up with the....erm...flu...” he grinned “Would be great if I had at least half a brain on my side?” he added with a smirk.
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