Post by Sam Winchester on Apr 23, 2010 0:43:41 GMT -5
Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Dean's last comment - though, as worn out as they were from all that screen staring, they probably could've used the little workout. He paused for a second to admire the irony of the fact that Dean had gone out to talk to the civilians and ended up getting info from a cop, while Sam had spent a fruitless 45 minutes with the Chief of Police only to find his lead from a nameless girl on the street. Still, that tended to be the way things went on these cases - the least expected places ended up bringing the most useful information. One of these days they were going to get the hint and start looking in the unexpected places first.
"Well, what kind of cop is really going to stick the fact that they had a storm on their suspicion-meter? Although it is kind of strange that if a bunch of people heard the Hunt charge through town, not a single one of them recognized it for what it really was: hoofs on the road." He frowned, scrolling impatiently through his notes again and wondering not for the first time if he was jumping to the wrong conclusion on this. Still, it made the most sense out of anything, and...
"Wait, that's right." He stopped scrolling and highlighted a section of text. "See, the girl I talked to didn't hear the noise herself, her friend Danni heard it. And Danni disappeared. Get it?" He glanced expectantly to Dean, before realizing there was no way Dean could get it yet. He backtracked quickly.
"The Wild Hunt is an old legend from... all over Europe, basically. Different countries put a different spin on the myth, some saying it was led by Arawn or Odin or even King Arthur, but most generally agreed to be led by this guy called the Erlking. The hunting party is made up of dark faerie or elves - and no, not the kind that make toys for the good boys and girls - but its ranks are bolstered by humans. See, the Erlking is like this great lord, and some of the stories say that if you hear the Hunt and don't avert your eyes out of respect then he'll come for you. Other stories say that the Hunt is a sign of doom, and you only ever hear it if you've been chosen by the Erlking already.
"But the point is, once you encounter the Wild Hunt you're given a choice - to die, or to join his Hunt for all of time. And that's just it - the Hunt rides through town, collects people, and they disappear without a trace. And no one who was left behind actually heard it."
"Well, what kind of cop is really going to stick the fact that they had a storm on their suspicion-meter? Although it is kind of strange that if a bunch of people heard the Hunt charge through town, not a single one of them recognized it for what it really was: hoofs on the road." He frowned, scrolling impatiently through his notes again and wondering not for the first time if he was jumping to the wrong conclusion on this. Still, it made the most sense out of anything, and...
"Wait, that's right." He stopped scrolling and highlighted a section of text. "See, the girl I talked to didn't hear the noise herself, her friend Danni heard it. And Danni disappeared. Get it?" He glanced expectantly to Dean, before realizing there was no way Dean could get it yet. He backtracked quickly.
"The Wild Hunt is an old legend from... all over Europe, basically. Different countries put a different spin on the myth, some saying it was led by Arawn or Odin or even King Arthur, but most generally agreed to be led by this guy called the Erlking. The hunting party is made up of dark faerie or elves - and no, not the kind that make toys for the good boys and girls - but its ranks are bolstered by humans. See, the Erlking is like this great lord, and some of the stories say that if you hear the Hunt and don't avert your eyes out of respect then he'll come for you. Other stories say that the Hunt is a sign of doom, and you only ever hear it if you've been chosen by the Erlking already.
"But the point is, once you encounter the Wild Hunt you're given a choice - to die, or to join his Hunt for all of time. And that's just it - the Hunt rides through town, collects people, and they disappear without a trace. And no one who was left behind actually heard it."