Dean Winchester
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 16, 2009 21:31:47 GMT -5
Ah, the smell of dead people in the morning. Forget coffee, forget sweet rolls, eggs, bacon or breakfast sandwiches; there was just nothing better for a guy’s morning disposition.
Who didn’t want to suppress the urge to vomit at four in the morning, right? Ha, as if.
“I’m REALLY hating your ass right now,” A voice snarled into a phone smooshed between a clenched jaw and the tense shoulder beneath it. “You have NO idea how much I’m hating you. If you’re not sure about this, for all that’s frikken holy, I will be in my car and at your doorstep before you can crap yourself, and I will FRIKKEN kill you. Mark my words, Risby!”
With one final growl, the phone snapped shut and a certain sleep deprived Hunter resisted the urge to throw the offending machine across the dark cemetery in which he stood. Hooray for being dragged out of bed by a fellow Hunter’s translation of some gobble-dee-gook that a captive demon screamed out before being booted back to Hell, and getting himself hip deep in rotting corpses. Who knew that some of New Orleans’ many historic cemeteries liked to bury more than one body in a grave? And…GOD…that some of them might actually be a bit fresh.
Like he’d snarled at the Hunter on the phone, he really did hate his life sometimes. And when getting all up close and personal with a wormy dead woman who’d toppled from the mud next door and up against his front…
Yeah. It was safe to say that his morning was definitely heading into ‘suckage’ territory. Thank all that was holy that his Fed routine pulled a hood over the cemetery security guy’s eyes, and the guy would be leaving the place unchecked until he found what he needed.
And speaking of which…
Hoisting himself out of the supposed ‘grave of a powerful witch’- ha, if anything was powerful in there, it was the goddamn stench- he shoved up a sleeve and glared down at the watch on his wrist. After a phone call had woken them up- ah, to open his gritty eyes to the sweet feeling of soft skin against skin- he and Jessie had parted ways. He was to check out the cemetery for the ‘signs’ that Risby had translated; some kind of marking/phrase on a gravestone, a door, a frikken TREE…point was, he didn’t know. The translation had said something about a ‘doorway to the next clue on the Seal,’ as if things weren’t already National Treasure enough for his taste. The best lead he’d dug up in the hour after that jarring phone call was the supposed ‘witch’ buried in the mass grave at his feet.
Unfortunately, the only thing he found on either the gravestone or the bodies inside- God, he hated this part of the job- was rotting wood, slimy worms and rotting body parts. Yay, Santa, just what he wanted for Christmas!
Yanking his cell phone out of his leather jacket’s pocket, he flipped open the screen to glare at the empty screen. After he’d decided that he’d get a head start on the digging, Jessie had volunteered to do some more research in the closed library in town. Amazing, what a little badge could do to the sleepy normals inhabiting the town.
Punching her number, he leaned sideways on his shovel, covered from chin to toes in dirt and mud. Of COURSE it had to rain the day before…as if he didn’t already smell like rotting feet.
Like he’d said before: hooray for dead people and cemeteries. Now, all he needed was a couple zombies to rise, and he’d be all set.
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Dec 18, 2009 10:11:39 GMT -5
By all that was holy or unholy, Jessica Coulter was going to kill the poor fool who'd dared to disturb their sleep if this lead didn't pan out. Having to crawl out of a warm bed that was occupied by a man who was more addicting than chocolate was NOT her idea of a good time. In fact, she figured it had to rate right down there with facing moaning zombie hoards while wearing a pretty red ribbon and label saying "Merry Christmas Dinner. Love Santa" on it.
Damn it, she KNEW she should have hurled that stupid cell phone into a wall when she'd had a chance. Unfortunately, though, her brain had been to befuddled by pleasure and sated sleep to comprehend the full ramifications of a phone call in the middle of the night. Now, a few hours later as she stood inside the local library dressed all in black and searching through all the history books of New Orleans, she was REALLY pissed off.
Nothing seemed to point at anything until her flashlight moved across a passage about a former knighted gentleman who'd moved to New Orleans in the late 1790's and brought with him many artifacts of history. Said to be a man of uniquely refined genteel, he hid away many of his "treasures" but commissioned his own tomb before his death in 1810.
That passage immediately had her reaching for her phone and dialing up Bobby Singers number. Middle of the night didn't even register to her information consumed mind and when a growly voice answered she didn't even bother to introduce herself before launching into the reason for her call.
Somewhere along the lines, she heard the words, "Brat" "Hellion" and "your father should have spanked you more" but she merely smirked and continued to toss details at him about the current case. After a few minutes reading the passage to him and then telling him about the early morning phone call, she listened to him snarl and snap about giving a man time to wake up and smell the coffee before being assured he'd find her information and she'd better be bringing him cookies next time she showed up on his doorstep.
Grinning a bit, Jessie hung up and went back to searching for more information one Gerald Abernathy. Damn those historic ansestors.. They sure didn't make finding information very easy.. They really should have invented the computer a hell of a lot earlier. How rude of them not to have done that. Couldn't they jump start the technical evalution a bit and make her job a bit easier? Snorting at her own disgruntlement, the huntress found another passage and intently tried to make heads or tails of it.
Frowning intently over the information, Jessie almost jumped out of her skin when "Bad Company" rang out from her cell. Still staring at the page, she reached into her pocket and drew out the phone. Dean's tone blared at her as she hit the answer button and answered.
"Hey Babe. What did you find? Besides dead people that is? Please don't tell me you've run into that Marie Laveau and I've been replaced in your affections. I may have to hunt the witchs bones down and burn them myself."
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On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 18, 2009 21:48:09 GMT -5
Looking down at himself, Dean couldn’t help but bark out a harsh peal of laughter. Oh yeah, he ran into Marie Laveau alright…but Jessie really didn’t have to worry too much about his falling in love.
If dead women smelled as bad as those poor schmucks in the graves did, he was sticking to certain live, brunette women.
“Nah, no hot witches here, darlin’. Just a lot of dead, rotting, wormy corpses that I REALLY wish I could burn just for the hella it. So, you wanna tell me what’s taking so damn long, that you can’t come down here and roll in the mud with me?”
Though she couldn’t see it, he waggled his brows at a twisted tree off the beaten path. Tucking the phone between his cheek and shoulder again, he finished off filling in the previously desecrated grave and moved on to another ‘hot spot’ that Risbey had pointed out. With the shovel and duffel bag in one hand, he kept an eye on the quiet cemetery as he spoke.
Hell, with his luck lately, some random zombie would pop up and try to eat his ass. And since he’d gone and promised it to Jessie, it just didn’t seem nice if he let that happen without a fight.
“I mean, it’s not fair that you get to sit in that warm, DRY library while I’m out here getting up close and personal with a corpse,” He went on. “Please tell me you found something, so I don’t have to dig another grave.”
Glancing down at the makeshift map in his hand- man, even HE wanted to make fun of the purple crayon he’d used to scribble the thing down after his wake up phone call, but he was much too adult for that- he made followed the zig zagging path between graves, keeping his eyes out for the telling sigils.
“Man, you’d think that something as powerful as a Seal would have some kinda danger sign for it,” He grumbled, cursing as he stumbled over a pile of weeds. “I mean, maybe a rotting, yet still creepy ‘BEWARE, POWERFUL SEAL AHEAD,’ or something. But NO, it has to be hidden all secret-like. Goddammit.”
With another curse, he managed to stop himself from careening head first into a slab of concrete, raised a fist to pound it bloody on the offending stone…and froze.
Well, hello five pointed star. You aren’t the kind of ‘beloved father and husband’ most of these dead guys have on their graves.
“Hey, Jessie, scratch that, I think I’ve found something,” Carefully, he traced a finger over the old stone. It was warm to the touch, and as his skin touched the sigil, something almost electric sizzled through his arm. With a hiss, he jerked back, dropping the phone. The door to the crypt opened with a groan, chains breaking in a squeal of metal, and then…he was surrounded by darkness.
No sound, couldn’t see, the smell of rot so strong he gagged.
Damn. He KNEW going into the cemetery alone was a bad ass idea. Okay, Jessie, good time to come and save his sorry ass…
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Dec 19, 2009 19:40:17 GMT -5
Well now... There wasn't anything better than hearing that your man missed you unless it was having him right there to kiss the hell out of. However, since they were in the middle of business, she kept her laughter contained and moved back to the book she was reading.
"Sorry Babe.. Its taken me this long to track down any information at all and I'm still not sure I've found anything. Just something about an encentric knighted dude who had some odd ideas and built his own tomb before his death. I called Bobby and hes doing some research for me." she returned. "As far as digging graves, I thought that was something you hero types liked to do? I would hate to have to deprive you of that sort of thing."
Plucking the volume off the desk, she flipped the book closed and headed back towards the shelf she'd taken it from. Locating the spot it had recently vacated, the huntress shoved it in place and then headed for the back door. She'd found everything she was going to find so it was now time to get her "hands dirty" so to speak. Figuratively and literally. Locking up after herself, the pretty brunette eyed the area and caught the all clear before running the two blocks to where she'd parked the challenger. As Dean rambled on about seals and signs, she grinned and laughed.
"Awww... Is my big bad Indiana Jones having problems finding his little treasure?" she teased as she unlocked the car and climbed inside. "Nothing worth gaining is every easy.. you should know that by now. Isn't that the point in all the clues and crap?"
Climbing into the car, Jessie started the engine and pulled on to the street just as Dean came back with something about finding something. However, before he could say more, she heard a shout and then the phone went dead.
"Dean? Baby??" she yelled into the reciever. "DEAN? Are you there? TALK TO ME, DEAN!!"
For all her efforts though only the sound of dead air resounded in her ear. Panic swept through her as she hit the gas and took a turn at a particularly dangerous angle. The rest of the drive passed in a terrified haze as she broke about every traffic violation in the book and about careened her beloved car into a cemetary wall. The whole time her mind went over the million and one things that could be happening to him and she fought to keep a level head.
Popping the truck of her car, Jessie bailed from the car before it had ever come to its sliding stop and grabbed her shotgun. A canteen of holy water was slung over her neck for good measure and then she was climbing on the hood and using it as a ladder to vault over the cemetary wall. Front gates were highly over rated and she had a feeling they weren't going want any witnesses for whatever was going down so she didn't even try to bother with the redtape.
Hitting the ground on the other side, she took a quick look around while forcing herself to get mad. Realizing she was on the west side of the burial ground, she frowned and began to talk to herself.
"Damn it Dean... You better not be dead or I'm going to raise you back just so I can kill you myself."
Hurrying through the grave markers, she looked for anything out of place but it took her a good fifteen minutes to spot the grave that Dean had no doubt been "visiting". Shining her spotlight on the ground, she followed the footprints leading away from the tomb, dreading what she would find.
"Dean?" she called out softly. "Where are you damn it?
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Dean Winchester
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Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 21, 2009 23:02:04 GMT -5
God, he wanted the plates of the mack truck that ran his ass down, and he wanted them STAT. With a groan, hazel eyes slowly opened. It took him a few minutes to adjust to the dim lighting and when he did, he really wished he’d stayed passed out.
Blinking, Dean took a minute to stare at the skeleton only five inches away from his face. A minute of blinking, eyelid widening and sucking in a breath of really nasty air…before he let loose a very undignified yelp and scrambled away.
Hello, crypt. Dammit, who was the schmuck who stuffed him in with the dead people?! And WHY is it always dead people? No, he couldn’t be stuffed in a bed filled with beautiful blonds…or, better yet, somewhere secluded with Jessie and a bottle of good whiskey? Nooo, it HAD to be dead people…
Damn, he needed to rethink his choice of profession.
The thoughts flew through his mind as he scrambled a bit too far back, and ended up falling out of the crypt’s full little cubby. With a thud, his ass met the wet stone beneath, and he let out a groan.
“If today could get any worse, I think I was better off in Hell…” He cursed, slowly rolling over so that he was on his hands and knees. The crypt beneath his hands was molding and damp, and he grimaced as he slowly pushed himself to his feet. One hand came back to gently touch the lump at the back, and he cursed again.
Dead people, crypts and things that liked to suck him into random graves. And, if the roots were any clue where he was, he was underground to boot. Oh, joy to the world.
Squinting into the darkness, Dean shuffled over mud and cobble to the walls, feeling around for the telltale indentation of a door. From what he could see- hell, squint at- he was in some kind of underground crypt…and he had no idea how he got there. Okay, definitely time to call in the cavalry.
As he continued to slide carefully around the surrounding walls, he pulled his cell phone out, silently praying for a signal. His phone chirped a one bar song, and he quickly punched in Jessie’s number before the damn thing could change its mind.
Or, hell, if the thing that kidnapped his ass came back.
Static cut through the other line, and he clenched his jaw. When the ringing stopped, he prayed that it was due to Jessie picking up, and not the lines going dead. “Jessie, listen to what I’m saying. West side of the cemetery, through the trees, old stone crypt. There’s a pentagram on the side. I went in, but something kidnapped my ass and dropped me in some kinda underground mass grave.”
In all reality, the message would sound more like “Jessie…west side…trees…stone crypt. There’s…agram…kidnapped my ass…underground…grave.”
Yeah, he really needed a new job. Hell, he’d always wanted to be a cowboy…
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Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Dec 26, 2009 11:16:53 GMT -5
What was it they said about graveyards again? Oh right, everyone was just DIEING to get in. Whose idea of a funny joke had THAT one been? Talk about a morbid fascination with a place better left to undertakers and the souls they tried to rest in peace. “Well, pardon me Dear Got but I’m not ready to check in yet. I’d really, really appreciate rain checks for myself and Dean, please!” Jessie thought to herself as she wandered through the seemingly deserted cemetery and looked for signs of her erstwhile lover.
Bloody Hell, it was a good thing she wasn’t a typical girl. The huntress could swear that the midst deepened as she walked further and further into the labyrinth of tomes. It was enough to make a brave man falter… Let alone a mere female.Yes, it was a DAMNED good thing she wasn’t exactly normal. The whole thing kind of reminded her of something out of a horror movie. That thought DID make a shiver go down her spine. She’d never been one who cared for those fright night movies. Her life was enough of one to begin with. Oh Happy Days. Didn’t it all just keep getting better and better.
Instead of being curled up in her comfy bed with Dean and a bottle of chocolate syrup, she was out here in the middle of a deserted cemetery on a treasure hunt. Yeah, just how she had envisioned spending the night. Never mind that she’d been trained from birth for this sort of thing. It SERIOUSLY sucked a big one these days. Honestly, she’d rather be the main course on some vampires menu than trapping around some haunted crypt. At least those bloodsuckers had the courtesy of at least being solid and VISIBLE before they attacked! Visible was SO much more to her liking.
Casting her flashlight across time worn monuments, Jessie suddenly felt as if the air had grown chiller by about a hundred degrees. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as she gripped the shotgun tighter and turned in a full circle. Crispy fog seemed to press in from every side and her eyesight was narrowed to only a few feet. Past experience told her that something lurked in the gloom and whatever it was… It wasn’t exactly looking for a BFF. Nah.. this was more of a “Die, Bitch, Die” feeling. Wow, didn’t it just inspire poetry with its warm and happy vibes. Just then, the shrill tone of “BAD COMPANY” rang out and her hand went automatically to her cell. Plucking it out of her pocket, she searched her surroundings as she flipped it open and answered. “Dean… Damn it…. Where the hell are you?” she hissed only to pull up short as static and broken words found their way out of the speaker.
“Jessie…west side…trees…stone crypt. There’s…agram…kidnapped my ass…underground…grave.”
Trying to make sense of his words, Jessie turned about and then paced towards what she SERIOUSLY hoped was the west end of the graveyard. The swirling midst and damp cold made it hard to keep ones bearing and she suspected that it was meant too. The cell reception hissed and snapped as she tried to keep contact with the hunter.
“I’m on the west side now, Dean..I’m coming as fast as I can.”
Unfortunately, at the very moment she said that, something hit her hard in the back and her phone went flying out of her hand. Falling head first, her forehead struck cement and she sprawled helplessly on the mushy ground. Some inner instinct caused her to keep a hold on the shotgun and she blinked furiously as she pushed herself around so that her back was against the tomb. Blood poured down into her eyes but she forced her dancing vision to cooperate as she cocked the weapon and waited. It was a sad thing to realize that getting your ass kicked was normal in your line of business and you were automatically ready for another attack. Sure enough, the midst seemed to converge and a figure stepped out of the darkness. “YOU SHALL NEVER HAVE IT!” the thing hissed before launching itself at her.
Pointing the barrel straight at it, Jessie pulled the trigger. A solid round of rock salt cut through the space and the figure disappeared. Groaning, the pretty brunette pushed herself upwards and staggered around the corner of the building. History did repeat itself after all.. The damned spirit would be back in no time. Why was she doing this again? OH yeah… To save the world… RIGHT.
Just as she was about to push herself away from the steadying stone, she happened to look upwards and get slapped smack in the face. Ok, well… Maybe not literally but figuratively speaking… There in front of her wide eyes was the sign she had been searching for. Casting a quick look about her, she reached for the emblem and received two shocks simultaneously. One was an arch of electric blue shock and the other was the creaking and moving of the stone itself.
Falling on her ass in the dirt, she watched as a doorway opened and steep steps were revealed leading downwards into the crypt. Oh Happy Happy Joy Joy! She thought to herself as she staggered to her feet and wiped blood out of her eye. Her head was aching like a bitch all ready and now…. Now she got to play Scooby Do without the benefits of Scooby snacks!
Gritting her teeth, she clutched the gun tighter and cautiously descended into the darkness. Her flashlight flickered and flashed but it held out so she gave a sigh of relief. The beam wasn’t bright but it was at least better than nothing. Logically, she knew it couldn’t be far down since the water table of New Orleans was almost ground level but that didn’t mean she had to like any depth right? The lower she got, the colder it got and then she came to another door. “Oh… ye freaking haw!” she hissed as she felt around the edges and began to try to rotate stones. It took a full five minutes to find the lever and then the thing creaked inward.
“DEAN?? Dean… are you there?” she called softly before something reached out and grabbed her, dragging her inward into the darkness and the stone doorway slammed shut. “Son of a bitch…” she hissed as she came face to face with a black eyed monster.
“Oh great.. My night just keeps getting better and better! Where the hell do you idiots keep popping up from?” she snarled as he took a swing at her and she kicked him backwards. Darting sideways, she went around him and further into the crypt. “Oh… never mind.. Guess I just answered my own question, didn’t I? I am also guessing that this means that whatever tip Dean got earlier tonight was right? There is some clue to the seal here?”
Snarling at her, the demon lurched forward but Jessie danced out of its path again. Pulling out her water pistol, she sprayed it in the face as she twirled by and then ran for what looked like another doorway. It seemed to open of its own accord as she fell into the next chamber and the smell of death and rot hit her hard. Just inside the chamber was a pile of what looked to be everything ranging from newly dead bodies to long past their prime skeletons. The sight was so awful that she was brought up short and the demon took advantage of her distraction to grab her by the hair and twist her backwards and away from the massive death pile.
“DEAN!!!!!!!!!! DEAN!!! HELP!!!!!” she shouted just as the creature hit her hard and she a feeling of lightness invaded her mind and she felt darkness enclosing her. “Well, hell.. .there goes my record as a big bad huner.” she mumbled just before her body hit the floor.
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Dean Winchester
*Hunter*
Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 28, 2009 23:09:06 GMT -5
Why was it that every time a guy was looking for an easy way out, he got his ass cooped up in a goddamn crypt? Muttering to himself, Dean continued to feel along the moldy walls for a way out. About two minutes into the call, his phone had gone silent, and it was all he could do to stop himself from throwing the goddamn thing into a skeleton’s forehead.
Keeping his hands flat on the walls, he forced himself to be quiet. Jessie was probably looking for the crypt, safe…and damn, if she’d gotten the ‘kidnapped my ass’ part of his message, she’d be careful. Hopefully. Aw…HELL, he had to get outta here before something killed his woman.
Or vice versa. Then again, vice versa was the preferred scenario…even though his current run of luck wasn’t exactly as giving.
Thank all that was holy, just as his patience was beginning to slip, he felt a cool breath of air on the back of his hand. Thank all that was holy, he’d found a way out! Hallelujah, hell yeah, he was coming Jessie…
And for CRYING out FREAKING loud, did the exit HAVE to be on the goddamn ceiling?! Alright, this was starting to get really boring now.
With a snarl, the hunter glared at the uneven stone above his head before making a beeline for the tombs lining the side of the wall. He climbed up, ignoring the rotting bodies, squeaking rats and other creepy crawlies living inside their dark little holes.
“Alright, boys,” He muttered, balancing precariously on the top tomb as he reached for the hole above. “You stay there, and I’ll leave you alone. I’m just getting out, so just stay where you are…”
Not that the rats and crawlies actually listened. As the fingers of his free hand grasped the slippery edge of the hole in the ceiling, something bit his occupied wrist and he let go of the safety of the wall with a yelp. So…great, now he was hanging a good twenty feet off the ground with his hand probably ready to fall off from rat-rabies. Oh, joyous day.
Grunting, cursing and praying that his bad luck wasn’t following him, Dean managed to pull himself up far enough to grab onto the stone with his throbbing hand. The smell of rot and mold was enough to make him gag, but looking up, he could see a dense copse of roots and spider webs. Not exactly what he wanted to see, but the little shafts of light peeking through definitely helped.
Using his sleeve, his arms shaking with fatigue, he shoved his way through the little natural lid, poked his head into what seemed like an antechamber of some sort…
And immediately found himself getting a face full of someone’s ass. Thank God for the familiar scent, or he’d have done some serious kicking for the indignity of it all.
As Jessie’s voice rang out in the little room, Dean shoved himself up through the floor with a snarl, struggling to pull his legs through. He tried to keep a cool head, to assess the situation like Sam was always doing…but hell, man, that frikken demon had just hit his frikken woman so hard, she’d frikken lost conciousness.
THE THING HAD TO DIE.
Before the demon could recoup and deal with the hunter charging in his direction- said hunter, who was just about foaming at the mouth with an almost electric rage- he hit it with all the strength he had. The two of them went flying and as the thing grunted, head snapping on the floor, he gave into the red behind his eyes and started pummeling it with his fists.
The floor needed a bit of red to liven the place up. Just a goddamn splash…
He paid no mind to the bodies behind him, or the foul smell making him want to gag. He hit the demon over and over, trying his best to incapacitate him, but, like all others of the trade, it was all too easy to turn the tide. Dean found himself flying through the air as the possessed man swung an arm up against his face. He tasted blood, landing face first in a pile of bones and body parts.
Fucking awesome…more dead people. Well, at least this time they’d come in handy. As hands wrapped around his ankles, intent on dragging him back to the other room, the Hunter snagged a particularly fleshy thigh bone and swung around, practically growling at the vibration of connection. The demon stood there for a moment, black eyes opaque, and then crumpled to the ground.
Thank all that was holy, maybe his luck didn’t suck so much after all. His first instinct was to rush to Jessie, but even an unconscious demon was dangerous enough. Using bone and some of the pretty red blood spilling out of his mouth, he managed to sketch a crude trap underneath the would-be assassin before skidding to his knees beside her.
“Jessie, baby,” He said gently, cradling her in his arms. God, she was still breathing…please tell him she was still breathing. Shit, was that her goddamn heartbeat, or his own! “Wake up for me, darlin’. What, you passing out on the job? Don’t make me go spread some rumors that Jessie Coulter faints at the sight of demons.”
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Dec 29, 2009 13:44:39 GMT -5
A savage throbbing and insistent shaking brought Jessie back to consciousness. Vaguely, she was aware of Dean's voice but she had a hard time focusing on where it was coming from. He sounded worried and upset but that wasn't the Dean she knew. Not Mr. Tough Guy who could handle any crisis situation. Furrowing her brow at that thought, she wondered what had happened to cause the panic but forced herself to concentrate on getting herself together. Finally, finding her bearings, the pretty huntress opened her eyes and stared up at him blankly for a moment before groaning and rolling away. The stench and rippling pain made her stomach roll and she barely held back the reflex that made her want to hurl the contents of her stomach on the earth covered floor. Swallowing dryly, she looked up at Dean and tried to smile. "Hey baby.. fancy meeting you in a place like this! Some rescuer I turned out to be... Hell.. there goes my declaration that I can take care of myself, huh?" she whispered weakly before raising her hand to her jaw and grimacing. "Crap... That ones going to leave a mark!" She could already feel the offended skin swelling from the brutal blow the hell born devils spawn had dealt her. Then, as if realizing their position, she shot up and frantically pushed at Dean. Her eyes cast around the room and scanned the shadows as she tried to determine how long she'd been out and if the threat was still hovering nearby. Demons were a sneaky lot and she didn't want it getting the jump on Dean. "Oh My god.. Dean... Demon..." she hissed out, wincing from the effort. "I'm going to kill it... It sucker punched me!"No sooner than the words were out of her mouth though and her gaze fell on the crude devils trap with the demon inside. With eyes widening, she stared for a long moment before slumping in Deans arms and closing her eyes. "Well, guess that answers Question #1....." she said, a note of relief in her tone. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, baby? Whatever that lead was that you got tonight... If there is a demon lurking about...."Pausing a moment to gather her thoughts, Jessie looked around the room and was about to continue when a sudden cold chill seemed to invade the crypt. "OH HELL!!"she cursed, forcing herself to her feet and running for the shotgun she'd dropped by the door. Snatching it up, she tossed it to Dean and looked around for another weapon. Unfortunately, there was no handy crow bar lying around so she was forced to return to the hunters side. "There is some sort of spirit haunting this place. It side swiped me as I approached the crypt.... If my suspicions are right... I think it was the old guy... Gerald Abernathy. Whatever he hid here, hes trying to guard ... We just need to convince him that we're the good guys..."As the chill grew more fridge, the brunette scanned the walls. Suddenly, a golden glimmer caught her eye where there shouldn't have been any light at all. Looping her finger through Dean's belt loop, she cautiously pulled him towards it with her until she could read a Latin inscription in the stone. Excitement warmed her voice as she read out loud. "What is hidden shall be found By one whos soul is earthly bound. The god given powers that lie within Will cause the end to begin." Twisting her head to look, Jessie grinned. "THIS IS IT, DEAN!! I THINK WE FOUND IT!!"From the corner of her eye, she saw something take shape just beyond him and did a quick change of subject. "DEAN!! DUCK!"The ugly looking old goat of a man swung a wicked looking saber at them and Jess broke her hold on her man to give him more fighting room.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 2, 2010 18:55:02 GMT -5
A sigh of relief practically blew through his lips with the force of a hurricane gale. Oh, thank you Whoever was still sitting up there in the clouds and laughing at the saps down below, Jessie was alright. He wasn’t too sure, when she blinked up at him so muzzily, but once her mouth started moving, he knew that she wasn’t about to break that promise and leave him alone once again.
Dead women just didn’t threaten unconscious demons, after all. So, almost sagging into the floor, Dean could do nothing but grin at her and watch that very pretty derriere move around the room.
“Yeah, well…the demon trapped in the white circle over there should be a pretty good damn clue,” He grumbled, pushing himself to his feet. “It was probably the same guy who shoved my ass down into the basement. And…okay, we’re movin.”
Allowing himself to be tugged forward, he glanced down at the finger in his belt loop, an amused grin on his face. Thank God no one was there to see this, or he’d never live it down. Then again, the urge to smack her hand away…well, there really wasn’t one. Talk about ironic.
Squinting at the words on the wall, his brows furrowed. But, as Jessie let loose a happy sound, he couldn’t help but tug her to his side and place a kiss on her lips. “Now, if only we can figure out what the hell we just found. “Whose soul is earthly bound?” Dammit, can’t these guys EVER just say ‘look for Bob Smith, and you’ll be fine!”” He said after a minute. The air was frigid around them, death was practically floating in the air…and all he could do was feel the need to kiss her silly..
Well, that and faceplant on the floor, when all that prophecy reading turned into a game of duck, duck, DUCK YOU FOOL!
The shotgun that he’d caught moments before was crushed between his chest and the ground, knocking he wind out of his lungs. He could hear the whistle of something sharp careening through the air and tensed, fetid cold making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Great, they had both a trapped demon AND an insane ghost bent on making their lives…well, hell.
Shoving himself to his feet with a grunt, he took aim at the grizzled ghost and fired. A shot of rock salt exploded through its chest and with a final howl, it exploded into dust. Alright, so that gave them all of ten minutes.
“Okay, so either we need to convince a pissed off ghost that we’re the good guys, or get the hell outta here,” Glancing over at Jessie to make sure she was okay, he loaded in new shells and kept the gun at the ready. Hell, man, why couldn’t anything be easy? “The question is…how the hell do we convince him that we’re good? Sing camp fire songs?”
…Or, maybe, question a demon? Maybe if the dead guy saw them going for the real evil, it would leave them alone to get more clues.
Hand still on the gun, he picked up a rock and chucked it at the unconscious man’s head. Every instinct in his body was practically screaming for him to smoke the little shit, but it was more use to them alive than dead…at the moment. Lip curling as, with a groan, the demon woke and slowly went to its knees, Dean moved closer to the circle.
Head lifting to reveal a pair of beady eyes, the demon regarded them with a slow sneer. It noticed the crude trap around it with a low growl and, because it ALWAYS worked in the past, threw itself at the invisible walls around it. “You can’t hold me for long! You’ll never get it!”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 5, 2010 11:00:29 GMT -5
Why in the hell was it that every time Dean got that funny little look in his eye, something always had to interrupt? Just when she had a feeling he was on the verge of saying or doing something that was earthshaking important, something just HAD to rear its ugly head and ruin the moment? In this case, it was an fugly dead man who wielded a razor sharp rapier.
"Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!" she muttered before throwing her own body to the side as the blade whistled over her.
Hitting the ground hard, Jess moaned with pain and was glad to see Dean make it to his feet and aim the business end of the shotgun at the spirit. Firing, he hit it with enough rock salt to cause the ghost to go poof and then was fretting over how to make the stupid thing go away.
As his glance slid to the demon, it hissed and tried to hit the invisible walls surrounding it. Well, well... Demons weren't nearly as smart as they liked to think now were they? After the fifty millionth time of throwing themselves at the walls of a devil's trap, you'd really think they would get a hint, wouldn't you? Obviously not, though, if the idiots actions were anything to go from.
Pushing herself to her feet, Jessie dusted herself off and moved to stand beside Dean as it hissed and spouted its nonsense. Her brow arched as she watched it and her lip turned up in a snarl.
"Well, I don't think YOU really have to be worried about that anymore. Your not going to be around long enough to worry about it." she hissed back at it.
If there was any creature she hated more than another it was a demon. Demons had taken her twin from her for years and caused her family to be ripped apart. Demons had caused her to shoot an innocent man who'd almost died because of her and yet another was still trying to destroy the world. If she had her way, she send every single one of them straight back to the pit to rot.
From inside the circle, the demon saw the hate glittering in her eyes and started to laugh. Its evil cackle rang through the tomb and its black eyes flashed with madness.
"You think you are so much better than I yet you walk a thin line. The hatred and anger in your soul eats away at you and you want nothing more than to kill me. What about the innocent human host? If you kill me, you kill it. What kind of monster does that make you?" it snarled at her.
Lunging towards the trap, Jess stopped at the very edge of it before realizing what it was trying to do. It was baiting her, trying to get her to cross that line. Breathing in deeply, she stared into the ebony eyes and then shook her head.
"There is only one monster here and its you. Make your peace while you can because its the end of the road for you. You'll never make another person suffer.. another human cry. Your going to roast for all eternity."
Turning back to Dean, she kept her face averted as she took the gun.
"Do what you need to. I'll handle the spirit if it comes. Just get rid of that slime...."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 8, 2010 17:09:08 GMT -5
Well, wasn’t that thing singing a familiar tune. As the demon started to hiss those fateful words, Dean couldn’t help but feel that memorable twinge in his gut; the memory of all the possessed he’d killed, without thinking if there was a person inside; the hatred that he had for all things non-human. He would kill them all, if he had enough lives to spare. All he could see when he looked at the man trapped behind a line of bone and sigils was the damn black smoke…the monster behind the fleshy mask.
He could really care less if its human puppet died. He’d killed one too many of them in his time on earth…as well as in Hell. It was so easy; snap, crackle, pop and the person was dead. He felt no twinge of guilt, no castigating conscience, no wailing voice in the back of his head…
But hell, that was all for his black little soul, not for his woman’s.
As Jessie lunged toward the trap, Dean caught her arm and tugged her back. Something akin to pride shone in his eyes as he glanced at her, knowing that, if their roles were reversed, he might not have had the self restraint to stop himself from ripping out the thing’s waggling tongue.
“You can count on that, darlin’,” He said with a sideways glare at the demon. “It’s gonna roast ‘til there’s nothing left. But before we send it back to Hell…there are probably a few questions that we need answered. Huh, like…maybe who sent it after the clue and how it knew about it being here.”
As the demon started to wail and rant about never talking, the Hunter turned toward the woman next to him and smiled, teeth flashing in the dim light and eyes practically promising mischief.
“I know this probably isn’t the best time,” He said, while hooking an arm around her waist to bring her flush up against him. “But have I mentioned that you’re hot when you kick ass and threaten demons?”
That said, Dean did what he did best in a situation like theirs; he gave into his dirty mind. With a demon screaming at them from the scribbled trap on the floor and a ghost hovering nearby, probably with a goddamn arsenal of sharp things to chuck at their hides, the smart thing probably would have been to get their questions answered and have done with the whole cemetery business. But, being the more impulsive crayon in the box, he merely lowered his head and proceeded to kiss the daylights out of the alluring woman in his arms.
…What? A guy was allowed to make a bad situation into something he’d love to remember when in bed alone.
As the air around them proceeded to drop ten degrees, he pulled away, looking down at her face with another half grin.
“And now that that urge’s taken care of,” He drawled, voice a bit deeper than before. Letting her go, he turned to face the demon, ready to start reciting the familiar Latin verse. “How about we play ‘kick the demon?’ You ask the questions, baby, and I’ll start sending him back to Hell.”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 9, 2010 12:39:01 GMT -5
Ok, so yeah… Call her twisted.. Call her screwed up.. But the moment Dean pulled her body up tight against his, she felt like shouting HALLALUAH and joining a choir. The kiss he laid on her made her hotter than the west Texas sun, crypt or no crypt, demon or no demon. Deans touch did things to her no decent sort of woman would have allowed standing in the middle of a bunch of decaying corpse and musty air. Oh yeah, she was definitely ten times a freak if she was actually contemplating getting dirty in a whole new way with demons and spirits looking on. Girl, you have GOT to get a grip!
With her pulse racing and her head spinning, Jess took a moment to gather herself when he finally pulled back and grinned down at her. The returned heat in his gaze combine with his mussed hair and bad boy grin had her fighting for control. Bloody Hell, the man was sexy as hell and dangerous to her thought process. Maybe she HAD better rethink this whole team thing. With distractions like that, they could both end up dead! Oh but lord.. What a way to go! There were definitely worse fates!
Grinning like a fool, the pretty brunette stepped back from her lover and then nodded a bit absently to his plan. Her eyes glinted heatedly before a business like front fell into place. Turning towards the demon in the trap, she smiled nastily and put her hands on her hips. There was no mercy in her as she began to circle the creature. The demon seemed to know it as it hissed and beat on the walls of its cage.
“You bloody bitch! I’m going to rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. You and your little boyfriend here. You think this fucking thing can hold me forever? Your just a pathetic meat suit. You and all you stupid humans.”
Keeping her cool, Jessie pushed away the anger the words were meant to trigger and stepped around in front of the creature. Her blue grey gaze was cool as she tilted her head and gazed straight into the things eyes.
“Well, not that the pleasantries are over with… I think its time we get down to business. As much as I enjoy lurking in tombs, I have better way of passing the time.” She drawled sarcastically before glancing at Dean and nodding. “How about we start with why you are here? What are you looking for? What is it that you thought you would find here?”
Growling, the demon snarled.
“FUCK YOU.”
Tilting her head, the huntress snorted.
“No thank you… I am adverse to the kind of filth you carry.. Its bad for my complexion. Dean?”
As Dean flipped open a small book and started to recite Latin, she watched the hell spawn. A crafty look spread over its face as it looked at her companion and she got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Its next words made her want to throttle it.
“So you’ve aligned yourself with him? Do you have any idea what who he is truly, girl? I could tell you horror stories about your boyfriend there… You think I’m bad? I’ve never flayed souls… I’ve never made the condemned scream in terror….I’ve never taken Alastirs place and loved the cries of the wicked as I sliced and diced them.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Dean on still and she heard him falter. Never turning her face towards him, she tilted her head and stared directly at the demon. She knew what game it played and it wasn’t going to work.
“You know… its really interesting you bring that up… Cause I have a few theories about that one myself…” she said, moving a bit around the circle. “I think that was your sides screw up…. You see, I believe there was a plan in all that… As bad as it was for Dean.. and as bad as it might seem to some… It’s made him stronger in ways that you could never imagine…. Where I might be weakened by things such as compassion and mercy… He isn’t…. He has been forged in the fires of hell so that he can do whatever is necessary to send evil sons of bitchs like you right back to where they belong. Nothing your side can throw at him could be worse than what he’s already been through and that is what gives us the edge. Yeah… what he had to go through was horrific beyond imagination … but he survived it and its made him stronger and badder than ever….. Not to mention a man I admire more than any other. “
Leaning forward until her face was against the very edge of the trap, Jessie smiled evilly.
“So.. you see…. That sort of shit isn’t going to work on me….. You can take your twisted, fucked up logic and shove it up you own ass cause its not going to do you any good here.”
Snarling, the demon threw itself at the invisible wall again, trying to grab her by the throat.
“YOU BITCH!”
Snorting, the huntress pulled back.
“Damn straight.. .and proud of it! Its very kind of you to notice though.” she smirked back. “Now.. where were we….. Oh, yes, obviously you are after the same thing we are…. Who do you answer too?”
“GO TO HELL, you flesh whore!”
Tsking, Jess shook her head.
“That really wasn’t very nice! How would you know I’m a whore? I certainly wouldn’t give you the time of day…”
Turning to Dean, she finally looked at him and drawled.
“You know… I don’t think we are getting anywhere…. You wanna take over?”
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 13, 2010 21:51:03 GMT -5
Damn, if it didn’t take most of his self control to not leap over that scribbled trap and beat the shit out of that damn demon. Did he just call Jessie a bitch? Hell if anyone was gonna insult his woman! But, with a deep, calming breath, he kept his face impassive and flipped open to the familiar page of Latin verse.
Demons were tricky bastards; big fans of using a person’s emotions against him. So, all he had to do was to keep his calm, hope that Jessie kept her calm- always up in the air with that one…the little fireball- and interrogate the SOB piece of floating black goo until they got what they were waiting—
When the demon started to speak again, asking Jessie if ‘she’d aligned herself with HIM,’ like he was some kind of goddamn monster, Dean couldn’t help but feel every muscle in his body tense up. The Latin phrases paused in mid-vowel and his knuckles turned white on the worn pages of the familiar book.
It was a familiar ache, those words. The memories of Hell, of breaking under the sharp blade of a knife until he had no mind left but to make sure others suffered as much as he was suffering. There was a monster lurking somewhere inside, waiting in the back of his mind to slither out and make him as dark and twisted as the things he hunted…if he wasn’t there already. He faltered, gripping the book tighter and gritted his teeth against the urge to show the demon how much of a monster he really was…
But only ended up blinking in surprise. As he took one step forward, eyes locked on that sneering face, Jessie’s voice drifted through the haze of anger and shame. His first reaction was to shush her, to stop the flow of words because, hell, who was he kidding; the monster wasn’t exactly lying when he started spouting all that ‘murderer’ shit. He’d tortured souls, just like any demon, and set off the End of the World. And yet, instead of interrupting the huntress’ snarling reply, he held onto those words like a drowning man to a ship’s anchor.
He knew that he was a monster deep down inside…but God, did it feel good to have someone stand up and say that there was still a shred of humanity in him. That all the bad things he’d done might actually be forgiven…might actually serve a purpose. And coming from Jessie, one of a handful of people whose opinions actually mattered to him?
Damn, he was not gonna cry! He was all for stealing a crypt and necking with his woman, but he this was not gonna become some kind of sappy dramatic moment! Hell no, not if he could help it!
So, as the floor was handed back to him, Dean merely smiled, handing the book over to her as he turned to face the demon. Who, much to his inner satisfaction, seemed to shrink back a tad as he got near.
“You know, you guys just aren’t as smart as you make people think,” He said, after a minute of glaring at the demon. “You talk big, wave those hands around, flap that tongue and what? You think that’ll get you bonus points for the Fear Bandwagon? Buddy, believe me when I say that the more you diss my girl, the more tempted I am to do something like…this.”
Taking out a flask of holy water, the hunter proceeded to dash a healthy amount onto the monster’s snarling face. With a scream, it stumbled back, clutching its eyes. The sound echoed off of dark, grimy stone and Dean’s smile turned feral. “So just think about that before you go calling someone a whore. But, back to business. I’m gonna try this one last time and either you answer my questions or go back to hell. It suits me, either way. Who sent you and how did you find out about the clue?”
“You think that you can win?” The demon slowly rose from where it crouched on the floor, one hand still clutching the smoking expanse of its face. “You really do think that, don’t you? You poor, foolish little pieces of meat. You are nothing! Powerless! Our Father will squash your tiny existence into NOTHING! You cannot win!”
With a martyred sigh, he shook his head and turned back to Jessie. “I guess that’s a ‘no’ on the answers front. Too bad we don’t have anything stronger to tie him up with. Then I could REALLY show him what kind of a monster you teamed up with.” The last part was said with another show of teeth as he turned back to the demon, who’d stopped its ranting to glare.
Nah, he wasn’t into holding grudges. Not at all.
Before he could give Jessie a chance to reply to the statement, he started to recite the exorcism verse from memory, turning to the huntress to fill in the blanks. When she began reading, he got closer to the trap, toes on the chalk line. The demon squirmed and screamed, fighting the magnetic pull of the text and Dean stood silently, watching, a small grimace on his face.
And then, blessed silence. As the pool of inky black sank into the stone beneath them, he moved over to the disheveled vessel, putting out his hand to feel for a pulse.
Nothing. Yet another victim of the same goddamn war.
Rising slowly, he brushed off the dirt and grime that clung to his clothes and turned to Jessie, a fake smile on his face. “Well…now that that’s taken care of, how about we go back to the motel, give Sam a call and continue what we started before?”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 14, 2010 13:10:26 GMT -5
There was a myriad of emotions that swept through Jess as she watched the confrontation between Dean and the demon but pity wasn't one of them. Hate, anger and disgust filled her as she held herself still, allowing her man the time he needed to come to grips with his own reactions and deal with the creature in his own way. As much as she wanted to lunge forward and rip the monsters tongue right out of its mouth and shove it down its throat so it could choke..It seemed more important at the moment to simply give Dean her unfailing support. Sometimes, a person just needed to know that come hell or high water, there was someone willing to just BE there. This was the one gift she could give him that meant more in the long run than any torture or torment she could put the demon through.
Curling her fingers around the book he handed her, Jess's eyes grew dark with suppress feelings but strict self control rooted her to her spot. Demon's were notorious for their mind games and her father had drilled it into both the twins that a cool head was the best thing in a confrontation with them. Much easier said than done, however. She was really going to deserve a medal when this was all over. Saint hood even maybe if she managed to keep her tongue in her mouth.
Deciding it might be easier to keep her cool demeanor if she wasn't staring at the very thing that made her want to go Jack the Ripper, the huntress turned her attention to Dean and took in his expression. This was a new side of him that she'd never encountered and somewhere down deep, it warmed her to think the bastards words had infuriated him so badly. OH Yeah... slap her ass and call her Barbie but that look made her go all soft and gushy inside. Damn, if she didn't watch it, she'd be going all girlie and paying more attention to where the nearest closet was so she could snog him than guarding his sexy hind end. Now that.. that was a TRULY scary though.
As the demon hissed and snarled through a steam cloud caused by the holy water Dean had thrown at it, Jess flipped open the book and took a deep breath. She had a feeling that things were about to come to a head and she was correct. The hunter had finally reached his limit and the gloves came off. Turning back towards her, he cast her a glance that was as wild as it was menacing but Jess didn't fear him. Instead, she simply gave him a smile.
"I guess that’s a ‘no’ on the answers front. Too bad we don’t have anything stronger to tie him up with. Then I could REALLY show him what kind of a monster you teamed up with.”
Nodding, Jess moved forward as Dean turned back and started to recite Latin by memory. When he faltered, she took over and together they went through the ritual. All around them, a wind seemed to pick up and whip through the crypt even as the demon was drawn out of the host and cast back into the pit from which it came.
Brushing a lock of hair back from her face, Jessie watched as Dean leaned down to check the human's pulse and knew it was hopeless by the look on his face. For all they knew, the host might have been dead inside for weeks so the pretty brunette didn't let herself dwell on it. Shit happened. You just had to deal with it. That was part of war and you prayed to god that it didn't end up being you someday.
“Well…now that that’s taken care of, how about we go back to the motel, give Sam a call and continue what we started before?”
Nodding slightly, Jess watched as he got to his feet and then closed the book with a soft thump. The look he had given her was obviously fake but she let him have his peace for the moment. Everyone dealt with events their own way and she'd peg him when they got back to the motel and they had better circumstances in which to "blow off some steam".
"Yeah... that sounds like a plan... Seeing as our friendly spirit hasn't shown back up... I can only assume maybe he got the hint."
Leaning over, the huntress picked up her shotgun and moved with him cautiously to the doorway. When nothing blasted them to oblivion, she took heart and pushed her way through the lingering cobwebs until she stood just outside the tomb in the dawning daylight.
"Damn....If that isn't a pretty sight!" she said with a tired sigh as she watched little beams of sunlight grace the horizon. "Another day, another demon gone."
Casting Dean a gaze over her shoulder, she brushed the dirt off her clothing and then sighed at the hopelessness of her actions. Putting a note of mischief to her tone, she called back as she headed for her car.
"Last one back at the motel has to scrub the others back!"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 21, 2010 22:57:27 GMT -5
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