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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Aug 23, 2012 15:35:43 GMT -5
The rush to get himself to Wyoming had consumed much of the last 12 hours and before he knew it, Jonas had found himself at the airport with nothing more than a day bag that included a few blessed implements and other items useful for dealing with such things, his Bible, a few scanned pages from slightly heretical texts, and his laptop. Currently the screen displayed a blinking red dot marked the most recent location of his brother's phone.
The man pursed his lips and frowned. Now what? He had a location, a plane ticket, and information about a group of people doing dark magic and raising some sort of creature. He'd looked up the name that Alonna had given him, but hadn't found much that would help him. And what he did find only made him nervous.
If he'd gotten the name right this 'lord' or creature that her kidnappers, that his brother, were trying to raise was a fallen angel. A creature that had turned its back on good and chosen a path of evil.
The only supernatural being he'd ever faced before had been a demon. A strong and wholly malevolent being that had possessed and tormented a young boy and his family simply for the enjoyment of it. Jonas had barely survived the encounter. In fact he wouldn't have if it hadn't been for the other man who'd shown up.
Jonas felt his eye drawn to his Bible and not for the reason he normally looked to it. Inside the cover was the afore mentioned man's number. Sam Winchester... The man had told him to only call in case of emergencies... And this seemed like an emergency.
Besides. It wasn't like he was going to ask for Sam to come out and help him. He was just going to ask for information. Maybe get some advice on how to fight a fallen angel... demon... thing.
Jonas picked up his cell and flipped open the Bible for the number.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 23, 2012 16:03:20 GMT -5
It had been a long night, and something told Sam it was only gonna get longer. After managing to save Dean from a supernatural hunt so powerful they made epic poems about it, not to mention being forced to play the middleman between a werewolf and a couple of seriously grouchy Hunters, all Sam wanted to do was check in with Bobby and catch a few Zs in the nearest motel.
He nodded toward his brother as Dean moved off to finish things up with the local cop, and flipped the phone open, fully expecting to find an impatient Bobby Singer on the other end of the line.
"Hello?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Aug 23, 2012 16:43:35 GMT -5
"Uh... Hi. Sam Winchester?" Jonas cleared his throat, realizing that he wasn't exactly sure how to go about bringing up his problem. "I don't know if you remember me. My name's Jonas Anders. We met a couple years back in California. We dealt with a... uh.. certain problem of... possession with the Davison family?"
He could have come out straight and said 'exorcism' but he wasn't positive he had the right number. That and the airport wasn't exactly the best place to have people thinking you're a little nuts.
"Look I know you told me not to call unless it was important, but... this is pretty important. I need some help."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 23, 2012 17:22:48 GMT -5
Jonas Anders?
Sam didn't need any help remembering that name. It'd been three years since he'd encountered the priest-in-training, but since that had been during the one and only hunt he'd taken part in for nearly four years, the incident kind of stuck out.
"No, Jonas... yeah I remember you." And remembered how he'd adamantly told the man not to contact him unless he was involved in something big. Back then, Sam had wanted to keep himself as far from any magic/monster/demon horror as he could get. Now, obviously, things were a little bit different, but Jonas had no way of knowing that. He must've gotten caught up in something pretty intense to make this call.
Sam glanced around and took a few steps back down the street, further away from the ears of any curious cops. If this discussion was going to lead to anything like what they'd dealt with before, it might just lead to people questioning his credentials.
"Kind of surprised to hear from you. I thought maybe last time would've been enough to scare you out of the game. What's going on?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Aug 24, 2012 0:10:13 GMT -5
Jonas chuckled wryly. "No such luck, I'm afraid." He paused. "Look, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm thinking you might know a bit more in this area than I. Or at least I hope you do. The other fathers in my church don't exactly approve- But I stray."
Briefly Jonas gave a quick summary of the strange phone call from the girl who said she could turn invisible. He glossed over the exact details of his brother's involvement, not mentioning Chase by name or relation at all actually, though whether it was embarrassment or a belief that the extraneous information would only confuse an already complicated story he couldn't say.
"Anyway, she said that not only is this group or cult or whatever interested in these powers of hers, but that they're trying to raise their 'lord'. A creature named Amazaroc. Ever heard of him?" Jonas paused for a breath. "I'm sorry. I just threw that at you rather fast. ...Is this even a good time?"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 30, 2012 12:59:17 GMT -5
Well, that was not what he'd been expecting. He'd thought the novice exorciser might have been called on another possession, but this...
This sounded bizarrely similar to what Sam could make out of his own vision. A girl in trouble, a cult, and... invisibility? It sounded strange enough to make him almost snort in denial, but thinking about it... how much weirder was that, really, than being able to see things that hadn't happened yet? Not to mention that a vision that spring had brought Sam to Max Miller, a guy who could move things with his mind. Every vision Sam had seemed to connect him to either the Yellow Eyed Demon or another person with abilities like he had, so if this girl actually was the one he'd just had a premonition about...
His mind was whirring by the time Jonas had stopped talking, and all thoughts of a warm bed were long gone. He and Dean could take turns sleeping in the car on the way to wherever this was going down. If Yellow Eyes was involved somehow... after what had most likely happened to their Dad...
"Yeah, this is perfect timing, actually. Weirdly perfect." Had his spidey-sense or whatever it was known that Jonas would be calling? That was at the same time interesting and incredibly disturbing. "Look, honestly you probably shouldn't even be getting yourself involved in this, Jonas. If it's connected to what I think it's connected to, it's big. Like... the guy we dealt with last time couldn't even play the opening act to the opening act of the kind of demon we'll be dealing with this time."
The name Amazaroc didn't ring a bell, but then, demons didn't generally go around introducing themselves before wreaking havok. Maybe it was even Yellow-Eyes... and even if he wasn't the same guy, Sam's super-senses seemed to be telling him that he was involved somehow.
"Just give me the location, and I'll get on it."
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Aug 30, 2012 16:41:18 GMT -5
Jonas blinked, silent for a moment in surprise. He’d called Sam praying that the man might be able to give him a few pointers, maybe a little information. He’d half expected the guy not to remember him at all or turn him away with a half-hearted apology. Instead Sam sounded like he knew exactly what Jonas barely knew he was talking about and now planned to take care of the whole affair himself.
“Wow, that’s uh… more than I expected…”
He couldn’t let that happen. His brother was there somewhere. Somehow involved with what Sam had declared was something ‘big’. The biggest supernatural bad guy Jonas had encountered had been that demon he and Sam had exorcised. Since then he’d dealt with two angry spirits and half a dozen false alarms of various natures. Usually people just needed a little peace of mind or someone to confide in. That he could do. The spirits even he thought he had a tenuous handle on. But something worse than that demon? He shivered. There was no way he could leave his brother to that fate. Jonas could not believe Chase, in his heart, wanted to be involved with demon cults.
”You will die at his hands! And your brother will be damned to Hell!”
That had been the final proclamation of the Davison’s demon before he had finished the exorcism spell and banished it from the Earth. Demons lie. Everyone familiar with the Bible, or most any religion in fact, knows that demons can’t be trusted… But it was also said that they knew things.
Could this be what it had been talking about? This situation with the kidnapped girl and the cult? Jonas swallowed hard.
“I’d appreciate the help, but I need to be involved with this. And whatever’s going on it sounds like it’s going down soon. A place just outside Riverton, Wyoming. Can you get there?”
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 5, 2012 18:10:23 GMT -5
Sam spent a few precious seconds wondering if he should argue, try to convince Jonas to stay as far from this case as possible, but he already knew there was really no point. For whatever reason, Jonas felt the need to be involved in the case. His knowledge had come in handy last time, even with his lack of experience in the field. ...Who was Sam kidding, he'd been "in the field" - more or less - since he was a teen and even he had no idea what they'd be walking into with this cult.
"Ok, Wyoming... I'm wrapping up a few things in South Dakota now, so I should be able to meet you in two to four hours." Assuming Dean didn't object, of course. "Stay out of trouble 'til I get there."
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 8, 2012 10:33:34 GMT -5
Two to four hours. By then his flight will have landed. Hopefully it'd be enough time for him to rent a car and find a place to stash his things, but it might not be.
"I should be there by then. I'm taking a flight to the Riverton Airport." Jonas was interrupted by the notification that his flight was now boarding. "I'll give you a call when I get there. And, Sam? Thanks."
And with that he hung up, shoved the phone in his overcoat, jammed his computer into his pack and shuffled to the doors.
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