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Post by Kasen Rowe on Aug 21, 2012 18:29:57 GMT -5
An EMT looked Kasen over briefly, but quickly concluded what he already knew: that he was fine. Ok, well 'fine' was a strong term all things considered, but his body was unharmed at least. Just exhausted. He sighed heavily when the woman left him alone then started in surprise when someone else -one of the victims, now wrapped in a big blanket from the ambulance- handed him back his sweater and jacket with a grateful "Thank you".
He accepted and said something about how he was glad they were all right, but his mind wasn't really paying attention to his mouth. His eyes had noted the sudden movement of Molly. She was trying to get into the ambulance. Slipping on his sweater then jacket, he wondered why she'd be so avid to get in when she herself was fine. Then he realized Sarah was gone. He spun in a full circle before looking back to the ambulance and seeing, just for a second, the girl before they closed the door.
For a strange moment he felt anxious. He and Sarah had been through a stressful twenty-four hours, give or take. He'd gotten used to knowing where she was and though technically he still knew where she was, it wasn't quite the same. She was a good kid. A bit odd and apparently cursed, but a good kid. A good companion for this trying adventure. He sighed and looked skyward.
But now he had information. He had knowledge. The Erliking, master of the Hunt, had told him quite a few things before Kasen had released him. He was even pretty sure the Erlking didn't despise him, which was quite an accomplishment considering that he, a lowly mortal, had trapped the mighty creature. The tidbits Kasen had received hinted at not only the location of the cult but at dark and dangerous tidings of things to come. The Cult was busy and would be even busier quite soon. Kasen reasoned that if any time were a good time to strike, it would be then.
Not that he knew exactly what he wanted to happen once he got there, but he would make sure vengeance was sweet.
But first things first. Sarah's things were still in the stolen car. He couldn't possibly take her with him when he struck at the Cult, he wasn't entirely sure it wasn't a suicide run, but he should at least give her her stuff back first.
He scanned the remaining people (Sam, Dean, Molly, the officers, and a few victims that hadn't fit in the ambulances) then slipped into the shadows so he could make his way back to the car.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 22, 2012 21:24:00 GMT -5
He wasn't sure whether to smirk or sigh exasperatedly at the analogy, but was glad the topic had turned from the girl's fate, at least for the moment. Thinking back to what he'd seen, though, was enough to give him a headache all over again.
"I don't know... it was muddled as usual. But there's a girl in trouble and if I had to guess I'd say she was caught up in some weird, Satanic..."
The jangling from his pocket startled him, less because he'd forgotten about the phone he'd dug out of the snow on the way back to town, more because he was surprised the wet snow hadn't fried out its circuits.
"Probably Bobby, checking to see you're not ghost-hunt meat." He dug the phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Hello?"
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Post by Eve Vardell on Aug 23, 2012 6:40:55 GMT -5
She had never been more thrilled with protocol in her life than she was at that moment. All that separated her heart from gleaming silver destruction was a firm EMT and Molly Rourke's unwillingness to injure innocents on her way to her target. Getting clawed in the face was actually a stroke of luck, if she thought about it. There was no way she would've escaped the Hunter's wrath on foot.
...It did mean she'd be leaving Kasen to fend for himself, though. She doubted Molly'd actually hurt him - if she were going to, she would've back in the woods before any witnesses had shown up. Still, it felt oddly wrong to just part ways like this after the crazy day they'd gone through. Not to mention that her bag was still in "his" stolen car. Her bag...
Her bag. Everything she owned in the world was in that bag. Her money, clothes, meager weapons, the tape recorder... everything. She might've honestly dived out of the ambulance and risked facing Molly over the assortment of goods if they hadn't already been rolling away down the road by that point.
For a second the panic of losing everything consumed her, and when the adrenaline stopped pumping in her ears she noticed a paramedic watching her, telling her to take calming breaths and fiddling with some kind of needle.
"It's ok, you're out of those woods now. I'm just gonna give you a nice..."
"No sedative," Eve snapped, doing her best not to jump to her feet and inch as far away from the needle as she could. The last thing she needed was to look even more edgy. "I'm calm, ok? Deep breaths."
"You seem very nervous," the EMT replied skeptically. "It's ok, it's just a mild relaxant, it will calm you down until the doctors are able to get a look at you."
A few of the victims around Eve were already dozing, though she wasn't sure if they'd been sedated or were just as exhausted from their ordeal as she felt. Letting her eyes drift shut for a few minutes sounded heavenly... but not for a few hours yet.
"I'm fine, I promise." And then a flash of inspiration: "I'm allergic. Closes my throat up, makes me pass out in all the wrong ways... it's just a really bad idea all around."
That, at least, would make the EMTs wary of injecting anything into her before they got to the hospital.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 23, 2012 14:52:08 GMT -5
Dean watched Sam pull out his phone and found he wasn't surprised that it was probably Bobby on the line. He looked back over the remainder of the group and noted that the kid and Kasen were missing. Dean scowled but again found that he wasn't surprised. Kasen had a way or disappearing and considering how they'd been treating the girl, well, it'd almost be stupid to not take the opportunity to get out of there. Molly was still there, glowering off after one of the ambulances.
'I should probably say something. Goodbye or thanks or something,' he thought. But before he could, he saw D'Agosta heading their way. Deciding it would be best not to let the officer hear Sam's chat with Bobby, Dean strode up to meet him. D'Agosta cast him a weary smile.
"You did it. I don't know how, but you did it," D'Agosta said.
Dean shrugged, not entirely sure how to respond. Not only had he actually not done anything, what really happened would likely confuse the man or make him doubt Dean and Sam's credentials.
"Honestly, I'm not sure what happened," he said after a moment. "It's like Stinson said. We were scoping out the woods and found that weapons stash. The reporters were in there first. What probably happened is they or us or both scared off whoever kidnapped those people."
D'Agosta nodded thoughtfully. "But this is far from everyone who's gone missing. I'm going to suggest we get a few teams down here to make a thorough search of the woods. Hopefully we can find a trace of the others or the people behind this mess."
Dean didn't think he could force a believable smile, so he simply nodded. "That's a good idea," he replied. He cleared his throat and motioned to his brother. "Well, we should probably check in."
"You're not going to help with the search?"
'There's no point. The Hunt is gone. And whoever didn't come back probably isn't going to,' he thought bitterly. And why hadn't everyone been returned? Dean suddenly wished he'd paid more attention to Kasen and Sarah and felt a pang of guilt for not having been more concerned about the still missing people.
"You know how it is. We've got to check in first. Let our bosses know what's going on," Dean replied with a helpless and unhappy shrug. "I trust you'll keep us informed if you find anything."
"Of course," the sergeant replied. Dean shook the man's hand and watched him walk back toward the remaining policemen, already pointing back towards the remaining victims and then back towards the forest.
The officer probably thought he was so close to solving the whole thing, to bringing the victims to justice. In all likelyhood however, D'Agosta would never get the answers he sought. Dean felt his shoulders sag just a little, then turned back to his brother.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 23, 2012 15:55:10 GMT -5
The voice on the other end surprised him - it definitely wasn't Bobby. ...Or anyone else he could immediately identify, for that matter... [Cont. in Phone Convo ]
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Post by Molly Rourke on Aug 23, 2012 16:28:04 GMT -5
She had to get to the hospital, fast. Unfortunately, that meant hoofing it on foot halfway down the winding road between towns to get back to her truck. She wasn't too worried about the behemoth vehicle - even though she had been snagged out mid-ride by whatever crazy mystic powers the hunt possessed, she'd like to see the tree that could do more than dent the front fender of that reinforced truck. But idea of the walk irked her; she'd been over two miles from town when she'd been snatched, which meant at least a 20 minute trip back up the road (more like thirty, at least, in this snow). Which gave the wolf a distinct lead. She'd have to move fast if she wanted even a chance of catching it before it gave her the slip.
Still, she couldn't run off without at least throwing a quick word Dean's way. She spotted the other Hunter standing back a bit, chatting with the cop from the woods, but luckily they seemed to be wrapping up. By the time she'd made her way down the street, the officer was already moving off.
"Hey," she said as the other Hunter started to turn away. "Look, I've gotta head out, but I just wanted to say thanks. You had my back in that grey land and that's something that doesn't get forgotten. If you ever end up in Nebraska give me a call; its nice to work with someone who knows what he's doing."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Aug 23, 2012 17:01:01 GMT -5
Dean gave the fellow hunter a smile. "Same here," Dean replied.
He thought maybe he should say something else, but he wasn't sure what. She'd admitted she knew the girl, so he thought it should be something about not letting personal crap cloud judgement, but he couldn't really find the words. And as he still wasn't sure how he stood on the girl/wolf issue anyway, so he could hardly put his own two cents in on that subject.
So instead he just replied, "Watch yourself, Molly."
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Post by Molly Rourke on Sept 5, 2012 19:13:57 GMT -5
She nodded, her gaze moving unbidden to the young hunter Dean appeared to be traveling with. Not long into his twenties, just a kid really, by the looks of him. At an age to get sucked in by an innocent face or a sob story. Naive, soft. He'd seemed more than a little too sympathetic toward the wolf back there in the woods. He'd been the only one with a viable, long-ranged weapon and he'd frozen. If Dean stayed with him too long, the kid's slip-ups could easily cost them both.
"Watch your back too, and his."
And she pulled out a rectangle of white carded paper from her pocket, with her first name and cell number scrawled on it. It was a habit she'd picked up a few years back in case she encountered someone on the job who might come in handy later, since pens and paper didn't tend to survive long on a battlefield. ...Not to mention that if she ever ended up as a corpse on a roadside somewhere, she liked the thought of there being a name somewhere on her that people could place to the body.
She held the card out for Dean and, with a final nod, took off at a quick pace toward the end out town and, eventually (hopefully), her truck.
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Post by Eve Vardell on Sept 8, 2012 11:22:36 GMT -5
The ambulance reached the hospital in what felt (from the inside of the perilously bouncing compartment) like record time. The doors were opened and she and the victims were herded, more or less like a row of ducks or half-conscious sheep, toward the ER... Continued in With or Without You
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 8, 2012 11:49:28 GMT -5
Sam flipped the phone shut and strode over toward Dean, who seemed to have just wrapped up a warm and fuzzy farewell with the angry Hunter woman. She was striding off toward the edge of town and Dean was holding what looked like a handmade business card.
"Hey, dude, I've got some uh..." he tried to come up with a good description and ended lamely with "news." Sam had never mentioned his encounter with Jonas to Dean. Back when they'd first headed out on the road and Sam had been adamant about getting back to his normal life as soon as possible, it had seemed counterproductive to mention that he'd ever taken on a case while he was at school. He figured either Dean would try to warp that into some kind of argument where Sam could clearly both go to law school and fight monsters in his free time, or worse... he'd be hurt. Assume that Sam was willing to take on cases, just not with his family, which is not at all what happened. Easier to just leave that little adventure off the books and move on.
No real chance of that happening now, though.
"I just got a call from this priest I met a few years back. From time to time he deals with our kind of stuff: you know-" There were still cops and the odd onlooker milling about, and Sam lowered his voice considerably before continuing. "- exorcisms, hauntings. But now he's heading out on a new case, something about a girl being kidnapped by a cult and it sounds a lot like what I saw in my... you know." Hand darting to his head to signal the word he didn't really want to speak, onlookers or no: vision.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 8, 2012 15:41:54 GMT -5
Dean slid Molly's card into his back pocket for safe keeping and lifted an eyebrow at his brother. "A priest? Someone I don't know?"
He put it together pretty quickly. If it was someone Dean didn't know, then it was someone Sam had met off at college. College. A time he'd supposedly been pure anti-monster hunting... He felt a surge of annoyance, maybe betrayal, at the thought, but it past surprisingly quickly. He was just too drained at the moment. Too tired from long drives, tired from running through the darkness and snow, tired from keeping his sorrow at the loss of their father trapped in a box in a dark corner of his mind. He was sure the feelings would set in later, but right now he was actually very close to being pleased that another job had popped up. Anything to keep his mind busy.
Dean frowned thoughtfully. "So you have a... thing... and then suddenly you get a call from some old buddy concerning the same thing?" Dean snorted. "Maybe the universe is actually throwing us a bone for once. Usually we've gotta go digging."
Dean took one last look around. Molly was gone. Sarah and Rowe were nowhere in sight. The ambulances had left and now all all that were left were the cops and a few victims that hadn't been able to fit in the ambulances. It looked like the police were getting ready to give some a ride while others were taking statements.
"Let's get out of here," Dean said, giving Sam a push away from all the people. "Then you can tell me everything about that vision of yours and this priest pal."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 8, 2012 16:11:02 GMT -5
Sam rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the exhaustion from the long day creeping up on him. But now wasn't the time. Miles to go, and all that. He nodded and followed Dean to the car. -- Continued in The Summit
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