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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 31, 2008 17:46:54 GMT -5
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 22, 2009 22:10:24 GMT -5
Sam barely noticed the hardness in his brother's tone. It felt like Dean had sounded that way for years now... though it had only been a few days. Since the hospital. Besides, with any luck, this was going to be the start of things getting better.
"Dean, hey. So get this." He was speaking quickly, his fingers tapping against the edge of the keyboard as he went. The thought of a case had sparked a fire inside of him - an eagerness to do something good, to help people. After all, with John gone, that meant they had to start working twice as many jobs to keep up with the workload, didn't it? "There's a town only about two hours away from here, Elsburrough. Small place, pretty quiet and peaceful, until two nights ago, when ten people just disappeared in the middle of the night. Completely vanished - no warning, no trace. And then the next night in Haven Valley, the next town over from Elsburrough, thirteen people disappeared just the same way. That's two dozen people just completely vanished, no rhyme or reason that authorities can figure out." He paused, fingers rapping so audibly that a middle aged man three computers down gave Sam a disapproving look. The fingers lifted from the hard surface but continued to rap soundlessly in mid-air.
"So? What do you think?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 27, 2009 15:20:10 GMT -5
Dean blinked into the sun as Sam spoke rapidly and it took him a minute to figure out what his brother was talking about. A case.
"What's it got to do with us?" Dean asked, meaning what was supernatural about it and why should he care. "A bunch of people disappearing in the night. Like literally 'poof' and they're gone? Or maybe there's some mass field trip that nobody told the cops about?"
He leaned back against the car and wiped his free hand on his jeans in an attempt to clean it of the grease and dirt it had accumulated. Though Dean's tone revealed little interest, the Winchester found that the prospect of a hunt -something else to stimulate his mind besides the slow going repairs to the Impala- stirred something inside him. It was too early to tell what exactly that 'something' was, but the fact that it was something at all was better than the nothing that had been beginning to consume him.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 30, 2009 10:50:53 GMT -5
The amount of information available in newspaper reports was sparse, but it was definitely enough to convince Sam that this was no impromptu camping trip.
"Dean, as far as I can tell from three different articles, no one heard these people leave. And it's not just a group of teenagers out for a joyride, either. One woman being interviewed mentioned her missing twelve year old son, and another article talks about a sixty three year old man seeming to be the oldest who vanished. The victims are people of all different ages in two different towns, disappearing in two consecutive nights. Which means if this... whatever it is continues on the only pattern we know it to have... then it's going to strike again sometime tonight."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 10, 2009 13:16:21 GMT -5
Dean nodded thoughtfully. Something, he realized momentarily, that Sam couldn't see. So he grunted acknowledgment.
"Ok... All right. So a bunch of people disappear. What are we thinkin' here? It's not alien abduction, is it? I'd rather not deal with little green men that like to pop people up to their ship for a little fun, you know?"
Aliens. That was what came to mind first? Well second, but still. He was more distracted than he thought...
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 13, 2009 12:46:06 GMT -5
"Aliens?" Sam automatically glanced to the article he still had pulled up in search of a mention of the little green men, before realizing that Dean was just pulling his leg. Hopefully. "Haha, Dean. Somehow I don't think that's the issue. But, if you'd like, we could swing by New Mexico after this case and you could try your luck there." It wasn't the most original joke, but it was a nice feeling to say it, none-the-less. It was nice to say anything to Dean beyond shouting to him that he had to take a break from the Impala to sleep or eat for a bit.
"Anyway, the articles don't have a lot of specifics - you know how the cops are about releasing too much information. 'People might panic, no need to warn them about the danger.' If we want to get any serious information, we're gonna have to show up in person."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 22, 2009 21:43:03 GMT -5
When Sam laughed at the alien comment Dean found himself smirking in amusement himself. It was close to a smile, but not quite. He wasn't ready for that quite yet.
"Good point," he replied. "Showing up would be more useful. Besides... It'd be nice if it were something that would put up a fight. I need a good hunt to loosen me up. I'm stiff from all this manual labor."
Dean sighed and looked around the junkyard. "You're at the library I bet, right? I'll get together our gear, find us a working car, and meet you there in a half an hour, ok?"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Apr 9, 2009 13:07:42 GMT -5
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