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Post by Kasen Rowe on Jun 23, 2010 22:40:07 GMT -5
Again a surprise from the detective. Maybe it was because he was so young that he was still able to connect with how civilians might react and feel, he thought. Kasen looked to Sarah who'd been silent for the conversation thus far and shrugged.
"That's true enough, I think," Kasen replied. Kasen flipped his notebook shut and quickly debated how much further he could push this guy for information. "Anywhere you might suggest for such open civilians? Or open Haven cops, maybe?"
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Post by Eve Vardell on Jun 24, 2010 17:46:53 GMT -5
Eve had stayed pretty quiet throughout the conversation. Running into a cop right away had kind of shaken her, especially right after they'd decided to try avoiding them for now. She knew that when she got nervous, she babbled. It had been a long-running weakness she'd never managed to grow out of, and it would definitely make a detective suspicious. So she left the talking to Kasen for now, keeping her eyes and ears open for any leads.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 24, 2010 18:30:41 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Dean to get to the main street of Haven Valley. Now he just had to figure out where Sam was located (hopefully without alerting the people he was spying on).
Finding them wasn't that hard either as it turned out. Dean cut through the alley between two tall buildings and slipped out onto the sidewalk on the main street. Glancing left and right, he spotted a small cluster of people in the latter direction only half a block down and headed that way as discretely as possible. The street wasn't overly well lit so he kept to the shadows.
It seemed Sam had already engaged in open conversation with the strangers for some reason or another. All Dean could really make out from the back was that the strangers were, as Sam said, a guy and a girl. The guy with the buzz cut seemed to be doing most of the talking for their side. The girl was looking about them, but not in a nervous fashion. It was more like she was scoping the area. If she kept looking around, she'd spot Dean lurking in the shadows soon enough, so he figured he might as well walk on over to see what was going on.
The straight forward, head on approach. Just the way Dean liked it. The way they conversed, it didn't seem to Dean that Sam felt threatened by the newcomers, therefore he might as well head on over to back his brother up.
"There you are," Dean replied, stepping up to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sam. "I've been looking for you."
He turned to face the strangers with a curious, but semi-friendly expression. "What's going on here?"
He searched the pair for anything suspicious or telling. The girl seemed innocent enough. Pretty young to be an occult fanatic or anything like that. The guy- Dean frowned. The guy was familiar.
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Jun 24, 2010 19:25:35 GMT -5
Kasen’s attention had been on Detective Stinson, so he was startled when a second person appeared out of the blue. He forced himself to breath more calmly as the new person approached the other detective in a friendly manner. And if he was friendly with the detective there was a good possibility that he was somehow involved with the police too. Maybe he was a detective himself or an officer from Haven Valley. He wasn’t overly thrilled with either aspect. Stinson had been surprisingly unhelpful, yet at the same time he’d been understanding of the two supposed journalists. Kasen doubted they’d be as lucky if another cop turned up.
Now the new man was staring at him. Why? What did he know? Paranoia crept quickly into his mind, but before it became too overwhelming, his memory kicked in and he recognized the man before him and he felt himself go cold.
“Dean?” he questioned, before he’d quite decided he’d wanted to speak the name aloud.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 24, 2010 19:33:38 GMT -5
With the utterance of his name, Dean found himself recognizing the man before him as someone he hadn't seen in years.
His frown morphed into an angry scowl and before he could stop himself, Dean threw a vicious right hook at the man’s head. “You sunnovabitch!” he exclaimed.
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Post by Eve Vardell on Jun 24, 2010 23:23:09 GMT -5
Eve's eyes went wide as Kasen addressed the new stranger with shock and recognition. Kasen had never mentioned being anywhere near Haven Valley before, so how would he know one of their citizens?
"Wait, you..."
But before she could get out more than that, the stranger - Dean? - had swung a punch at the side of Kasen's head.
"Hey!" On instinct, she darted forward. She wouldn't be fast enough to block the punch, but maybe she'd be able to stop him from throwing a second one.
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Jun 25, 2010 0:00:35 GMT -5
The punch came in fast and Kasen only had enough time to get his hand halfway up to block -useless- and flinch before he was sent stumbling backward into the car. The blow was dizzying and he was sure his lip was bleeding. Again. He couldn't say he was surprised by Dean's reaction really, all things considered.
He blinked heavily and looked up to see Sarah darting forward as if to stop the angry man from striking again. Using the car as support, he straightened with a warning glare at Dean, though he doubted he'd hurt Sarah to get to him. Dean wasn't that kind of person, or hadn't been anyway.
Kasen would've met the man straight on, but his legs didn't seem to want to hold him just yet. Instead he stared fiercely back at his opponent. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 25, 2010 17:37:00 GMT -5
His punch sent the man sprawling and Dean moved to strike again, when suddenly the girl was standing in his way. She was young this one. Maybe a little sister or niece? Dean had been under the impression though that the guy hadn't had either. Friend then. Or maybe body guard, he thought with passing amusement.
Whatever she was, her presence stopped Dean in his tracks. He took a half step back just to show that he wouldn't continue the beating. Yet.
The man -what was his name? Something weird- seemed to be regaining his bearings and Dean was pleased to see a thin line of blood on his lip.
"What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here, Rowe?"
Kasen Rowe. That was it.
"I've gotta say, I'm surprised to see you alive."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 25, 2010 21:24:06 GMT -5
Sam quirked a brow when Dean's arrival, as per usual, dissolved a perfectly rational conversation into a raging fist fight. His eyes slid from the man leaning against the car to the glaring girl, before coming to rest on his brother.
"So... just guessing: not journalists, then?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 26, 2010 19:03:41 GMT -5
Dean looked to Sam incredulously. "No. Well, maybe. I don't know about this one," Dean motioned to the girl. Then made a more violent gesture to Kasen. "But this one wasn't last we crossed paths. I was on a hunt."
He paused, suddenly coming to the obvious realization. "You're here about the missing people."
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Post by Eve Vardell on Jul 1, 2010 19:30:47 GMT -5
Eve stood between Kasen and the angry stranger, wondering if it was exactly the best place for her to be. The cop standing in front of them didn't seem to be overly concerned about the blatant brawl going on right in front of him. In fact, he seemed to be pals with this Dean guy.
Which meant... she grimaced. Either this small town had an issue with dirty cops, or maybe this Stinson guy wasn't a cop at all. Either way, she wasn't just going to stand by and let Kasen get pummeled. He'd stood by her in the Roadhouse, after all, when he'd had no reason to. She owed him.
"Yeah, we're here about the missing people," she replied sharply, sliding her right foot back half a pace to better brace her if this came to a fight. "Like we were telling your friend, we're journalists. And maybe we should be reporting something else," she turned her glare from Dean to Stinson. "...considering the brutality issues that seem to be going on around here."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 2, 2010 18:24:12 GMT -5
Dean lifted an eyebrow at the girl. She had guts, he had to give her that, but he wasn't sure he believed the journalist thing. Whether she and Kasen were or weren't though didn't really matter. Kasen knew Dean wasn't a detective. At the very least the man knew he wasn't John Bonham.
Pretending to be journalists wasn't a crime as far as Dean knew, but pretending to be detectives? If Haven police found out about their little lie they'd be in for it. Not that Dean didn't think he could outrun Haven Valley's police force, but if he and Sam were busy running, they wouldn't have time to solve this case. So he decided on some truth instead.
"He deserved that and more and he knows it," Dean replied. "I don't know whether you're really journalists or not, but this case in this town is very real. You shouldn't be getting yourselves involved. Either of you. You're just going to get yourselves killed."
Dean glared towards Sam then found himself turning away, not wanting to deal with any of this now.
"I'm serious. Get out of town and go find something less deadly to do," he ordered.
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Jul 3, 2010 22:28:33 GMT -5
Kasen rubbed his jaw and took a position beside Sarah.
"We're not leaving." Kasen looked to Stinson. "This doesn't change anything. We're still going... to do a story on this. We might as well help each other out."
There were some kinds of people Kasen knew how to manipulate into giving information, but hot heads like Dean Hetfield who had a reason to mistrust the questioner weren't one of them. Maybe a more direct line of questioning was appropriate. "Have they found any bodies of the missing people?"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 12, 2010 9:51:09 GMT -5
Sam had to respect the guy's forthrightness. Not two minutes ago, Dean had been sending him tumbling the pavement, and now he was expecting to get some helpful information? But Sam didn't know this guy, and until Dean gave him the ok (which, from the way he was glaring at the man, didn't seem all that likely) Sam wasn't going to go giving him vital information.
Then again, Dean wasn't acting like he suspected this guy of being involved in summoning the Hunt, just like he didn't like him. Which, coming from Dean, could mean anything from this guy trying to kill him once to having beat him to a girl he liked in a bar. And speaking of girls... his gaze moved to the girl still standing determinedly between the pair. She didn't seem to be involved in whatever was going on any more than Sam was. Maybe she'd be easier to talk to.
"Hey," he murmured, directing his words at her. "Look, Dean's right. It's not safe in town right now. Even journalists have to have some kind of self-preservation instinct, right? What good is getting a story if you die... or go missing... in the process?" And then, worried that the last bit might have come off too threatening, despite his gentle tone, he added, "Over the past two nights over twenty people have disappeared. We aren't sure why these victims were chosen, but being out on the streets, actively looking for clues, is probably a good way to set yourself in the line of fire, and we don't have time to protect you. Either of you," he added, eyes going back to Rowe.
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Post by Molly Rourke on Jul 12, 2010 10:34:05 GMT -5
The woman smirked into the cold night air as she roared down the highway, crunching snow under-wheel with little concern about possible ice. Her truck was designed for cold places, and she wasn't going to let something as trivial as road warnings slow her down when she was this close to her quarry.
She had been losing ground a few hours back, and had nearly been forced to admit temporary defeat. Carlson and Peters hadn't given her all that much to go on, after all. They'd pretty much pointed down the road in a certain direction and wished her luck. It hadn't been until she'd pulled over at a lonely gas station - the only structure around for miles, in fact - and spoke to the rather unpleasant, scowling and mustard-stained shopkeeper, that she'd found herself back on the trail again. He'd been more than happy to tell a "respectable authority figure" all about a pair of hooligans (one of which was a young brunette girl with long, straight hair) who had disrupted his store earlier, practically shoplifting their coffees and newspaper... though what "practically shoplifting" was, Molly wasn't quite sure.
Apparently the girl had been very interested in the paper, and it had only taken Molly a glance to realize why. Murders taking place on a full moon night. It could mean anything, but the girl's narrow mind would most likely go straight to "werewolf." And what better place to hide than in plain sight? She probably thought that if Molly came to this town, found and killed another werewolf, she'd decide that she was on the wrong trail afterall, and leave, allowing the girl to slip through her clutches once again.
Naive and foolish. Molly would never stop hunting. And Haven Valley was only a few short miles away.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 15, 2010 11:46:19 GMT -5
Dean had been fully prepared to storm off so he was quite annoyed when his little brother didn’t follow his lead. He rolled his eyes, shook his head and crossed his arms, but remained silent as Sam tried to convince the pair of their own stupidity. He was fairly certain that no gentle words were going to deter them. Maybe it had something to do with that determination he’d seen in the girl’s eyes. In that moment when she’d been protecting her companion, he’d seen that physical threats and scary stories weren’t going to sway that kid from whatever it was she was looking for. As for Rowe… Dean didn’t really know what drove that man or how strongly it drove him. Fists and stories might deter him still, but one out of two wasn’t good enough. He did know that the both of them would just get in the way if they stayed.
He was suddenly reminded of the two self appointed ghost hunters he and Sam had met in Texas last year. They’d nearly gotten themselves killed just because they wanted to catch ghosts on film for their stupid website.
Civilians. Hah!
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Post by Eve Vardell on Jul 18, 2010 15:31:51 GMT -5
(Molly! Glad to have you with the group. Finally, you've got a chance to be involved in some modern-day action! ^_^) Eve sighed, risking a quick glance over her shoulder to Kasen. There'd been enough beating around the bush, in her opinion. They weren't backing off, and it was clear these guys weren't either. It was also becoming increasingly obvious that this was not just a cop and a citizen... or two cops... or whoever they were supposed to be. They weren't acting right: punching civilians, asking them to leave instead of ordering. But it would take serious guts to impersonate a cop... Eve's mind immediately went to "Hunters." Just what she needed. But if she'd learned one thing about dealing with Hunters over the years, it was that you needed to seem confident and aggressive or they wouldn't take you seriously. Drawing in a long breath, she hardened her eyes and her voice. "Look, thanks for your concern, but we've come a long way to get a look at this story, and we're not leaving. Obviously you're not either, so how about we stop wasting time trying to run each other out of town, and a little more on finding the cause behind those disappearances. We just got here so we haven't had a chance to look around much yet, and evidence suggests that if anything's going to happen it'll start soon, after nightfall, right?" When the moon was up... though she didn't add that. She didn't want these Hunters involved. They would kill the werewolves when they found them, no question. Eve wanted to keep them alive until dawn, when she could talk to them and maybe learn something useful. But there wasn't much she could do about that now. "If you've got any leads, we'd love to hear them. If not, we'll be on our way." And all that without a single stutter. She was definitely getting better at this "tough girl" thing.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 19, 2010 13:36:27 GMT -5
Well, that he hadn't been expecting. People didn't talk back to cops. He was the law, and people feared and respected the law. Even criminals usually sneaked around it; they didn't go shouting in its face. The girl had guts.
Still, if they were refusing to leave Sam and Dean would have to keep an eye on them, make sure they didn't get into trouble. He glanced at Dean, shrugging slightly. He'd rather not have any tagalongs but, as the girl had said, they should get moving if they were planning on finding anything before it was too late. Dean knew them better though - or at least, knew the man - so it would be his call.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 27, 2010 15:46:50 GMT -5
Dean scowled, no longer impressed by the girl's attitude. He didn't like reporters. They got in the way, they got the story wrong, they were obnoxious and selfish and...
And Sam was looking at him. It was one of those 'it's up to you' looks. Good. He'd tell these guys to get the fell outta Dodge, so to speak. Except that wasn't going to work and the both of them knew it. The two groups would go their separate ways and the civilians would get themselves killed.
Good, he thought as his eyes flicked towards Rowe.
No. Not good. Man, he was getting morbid. These guys were human, not one of the supernatural baddies he hunted. He had to calm down a little. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he looked towards the edge of town.
"Ok, look. This is serious stuff. I think we all know that." Dean looked to Sam. "I suppose we might as well have an... exchange of intel, don't you think?"
Maybe not all intel, but Rowe and the girl didn't have to know that. They also didn't need to know that they were being kept close to keep them from harming themselves or anyone else.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 18, 2010 14:37:52 GMT -5
"Let's walk while we talk, shall we?" This was getting ridiculous. With only hours - maybe minutes - before the Hunt struck, they were wasting all their time chatting with two reporters. He inclined his head and started leading the way down Main Street toward the center of town. When you had no idea where the enemy was going to strike, the best place to be was at the center, where you could get to any danger zone at an equal amount of time.
"We've been here since this afternoon. The locals aren't being too open about the incident, and one of the only significant things we picked up is that while the disappearances were happening, several of them heard sounds of..." he trailed off, steps slowing as he picked up something in the distance. Some sort of rumbling, almost like... "...thunder."
(OOC: Yeah, I decided to bump the action forward a bit, 'cause we were starting to stagnate there. hope that's ok.)
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