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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 8, 2012 16:07:46 GMT -5
Continued from Fool Moon--- They made it to Riverton in a little over three hours - the best they probably should have expected considering the icy, back roads they were forced to use and the borrowed car's less than stellar traction. It had, though, been enough time for Sam to go over the general highlights of his first meeting with Jonas as well as everything he could remember from his - yes, ok - premonition. He'd even managed to close his eyes for about half an hour, maybe even managing to drift off for a bit, he couldn't be sure. Anyway, they decided to grab a motel room near the airport so they'd have a place to meet and talk to Jonas, if nothing else. Then Sam left a quick message for Jonas letting him no where they were, and let his eyes slip shut.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 8, 2012 17:27:46 GMT -5
The motel room wasn't the best he'd been in, but the sheets were clean and so was the bathroom. That and a working fridge was all Dean really cared about. Today it was mostly the clean sheets. After being in that car for what seemed like forever and a day, not to mention the whole German-smoke-slash-Wild-Hunt misadventure, Dean was beat.
He thought he might have told Sam to tell his priest buddy that they could deal with his damsel in distress some time after the sun came up, but he might have only thought about it or mumbled nonsense before collapsing face first and mostly clothed into the bed.
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 8, 2012 19:30:47 GMT -5
Jonas had managed to sleep for about half of the flight thanks to the terribly boring conversation that had taken place in aisle in front of him. Something about which seeds did best in what soil and why tires weren't like they used to be. He hadn't known nor cared why those two things connected, but had been grateful they were extremely monotone as they talked about it. He'd gotten off the plane without incident, found the nearest hotel -a small place right next to the airport-, rented a car, and checked in. He managed a few more hours of sleep, before cleaning up and heading out to find Sam Winchester (after leaving him a message that he was on his way of course).
The motel wasn't that hard to find and he got there just after 8am. He took a deep breath and tugged at the white collar that signified him as a priest then rapped on the door.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 8, 2012 19:47:54 GMT -5
The tapping on the door dragged Sam back to the world of the living and a glance at his phone showed a missed call from Jonas. Maybe the thing was more waterlogged than he'd thought - he could have sworn he'd left the ringer on. ...Or maybe he'd just been more tired than he realized and slept through the call.
Rolling out of bed, he groaned and rubbed his hand over his face to try and scrub the sleep from it.
"Dean, company."
He was still dressed in his clothes from the night before. They'd more or less dried into a wrinkled mess in his sleep and he figured he probably looked miserable, but there wasn't much to do about that. Pushing himself to his feet, he remembered at the last second to grab the gun from the bedside table and tuck it into his waistband before making his way toward the door. Unpleasant Hunter reality #74: you never knew who, or what, might decide to come knocking at your door first thing in the morning.
There was no peephole so he satisfied himself by ripping off the proverbial band aid - pulling the door open quickly and peering out into the way too bright, way too cold for a tee-shirt and half-dry jeans morning. Jonas looked the same as ever: neat, polite and friendly... with one obvious new addition to his wardrobe.
"Jonas, it's good to see you. Or I guess I should say 'Father' now." Sam smiled, suddenly aware of his unshaven face, mussed hair and lack of shoes. Unlike Jonas, he probably looked like the past three years had turned him from a promising pre-law student to a half-crazed homeless person. "Come on in."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 8, 2012 20:06:12 GMT -5
The sound of Sam's voice dragged Dean out of a nightmare, one he'd had a zillion times already in one version or another. It involved his four year old self staring down the hallway of his burning house. He remembered his father yelling. He remembered the weight of his baby brother in his arms. In the nightmare he saw his mother burning, an image that had changed over the years becoming more gruesome and frightening as he experienced such things in the real world. In the nightmare he ran, but now, unlike most nightmares when he got outside he found that his father was already out there calling for him to hurry. Unbenownst to his dad, the Yellow-Eyed Demon was coming up behind him. Dean had not been able to move or make a sound. His child self had watched in horror as the demon killed his father before his eyes. Dean was pretty sure he was next on Yellow-Eyes's list, but Sam's voice brought him to the waking world.
For a moment he lay there, debating whether or not he cared about 'company'. Habit prevailed and he was quickly on his feet, pulling on his t-shirt from the previous day and pullinga on a flannel shirt over it by the time Sam opened the door. Dean padded over to a place where he could strike quickly if need be, but by Sam's greeting, it sounded like it was the priest. With only a half interested shrug he looked around the motel's kitchen for signs of coffee and a maker.
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 8, 2012 22:16:35 GMT -5
"It's been a busy couple years," Jonas smiled, with a touch to his collar. "But Jonas is fine."
The priest was a bit surprised at the disheveled man before him, but then again, he hadn't given Sam much notice.
"Sorry if I woke you, Sam," Jonas replied as he followed the younger man in. "I'm used to getting up early. I didn't really think about it."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 9, 2012 10:47:45 GMT -5
"No problem," Sam replied, pulling up his duffel from the foot of his bed and digging through it for a pair of jeans and a shirt that he hadn't done battle with a supernatural Hunt in. "We just had a late night wrapping up another case." He grabbed a long-sleeved tee and a pair of faded jeans, and then spotted Dean in the small kitchen area (read: coffee maker and mini-fridge) to the left of the door, putting together some coffee.
"Jonas, this is my brother, Dean. He and I have been hunting together for a little over a year now." Realizing the term "hunting" would more than likely go over the priest's head, he added: "Spirits, monsters, demons... anything that makes a living by hurting or haunting people. Dean, Jonas. I probably wouldn't have made it out of that possession case three years ago without his help. Guy knows his way around an exorcism."
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 9, 2012 18:40:22 GMT -5
Jonas gave an embarrassed chuckle then gave an little wave of greeting to the other guy. "Hi," he said to the other man in the kitchen. The man looked a little older than Sam and though the pair looked very different, Jonas could also tell they were related. "So you guys just ... go around looking for trouble, huh?" Jonas replied, addressing them both.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 9, 2012 18:57:28 GMT -5
Dean gave a half wave, still focused on his coffee making. "We only go searchin' half the time," he replied. "Rest of the time, trouble has a way of finding us."
Flipping on the coffee maker, Dean turned back to their guest to assess him fully. He seemed honest enough. Neat hair, priest outfit to go with his priest title... If anything, he seemed a little too normal to be dealing with demons and whatever. And yet Sam had willingly done a job with the guy. Vouched for him. Huh.
"So Sammy says you've got something going on out here," Dean said as he sat down on the end of his bed. He looked to the both of them. "Girl's kidnapped, demons, summonings? How 'bout some elaborationg guys."
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 9, 2012 19:06:04 GMT -5
Jonas took a breath and looked from Winchester to Winchester. "Well, I pretty much told you everything I know. This girl, her name's Alonna, called me claiming that she'd been kidnapped. She said she thought they were supposed to be helping her with this... ability she has, but turns out they just want to use her as a pawn or something. These guys are into some sort of ... dark magic. They're trying to summon a demon. I was actually hoping you could give me information," Jonas replied watching them both.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 9, 2012 19:27:34 GMT -5
Sam ducked into the bathroom while Jonas spoke, only half-closing the door so he could stay in the conversation while he cleaned up.
Alonna... now he had a name to the face in his vision, at least.
"Ok, so you think these powers are legit though? Has she known about them long?" If the timeline matched up with when he'd started having visions and when Max had started moving things with his mind, he'd know for sure he was on the right track after Yellow Eyes. "Is she in your parish or something? How'd she know to contact you?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 9, 2012 20:38:38 GMT -5
Maybe he shouldn't have rushed over here first thing. He hadn't really thought about what he was going to tell Sam about that. He wasn't embarrassed about his brother's dealings, he decided. Ashamed, unhappy, and disappointed, perhaps, but not embarrassed to the point where he hide the truth to avoid the topic of Chase. But telling these people that his brother was involved could cause them to question his judgment, to hold back information of their own... He'd keep his brother out of it as long as he could. He shifted uncomfortably and put down the bag he had with him.
"I -uh... I don't know her, actually. And she didn't get into details about her ability. Just that she could apparently turn invisible." He thought back to his conversation with her. "No, wait... She did mention it had started a few months ago."
He looked towards the nearly closed door then back to Dean. "Is that significant?"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 10, 2012 21:16:38 GMT -5
A few months... that was kind of a narrow window for her ability to be connected. But then, he hadn't recognized his own for weeks after it started, and invisibility was a lot less in your face than what he could do. Unless you were in public or happened to be staring in a mirror when it happened, it could be possible to go weeks, even months without noticing - much less believing - what was going on.
"It might be." Now properly dressed and slightly scrubbed, Sam stepped back into the main room. "I mean, if she just got this 'power' recently it would probably help explain why this cult's taken an interest, right? Either way, we still don't have much to go on. Probably the best move is to either hit the 'net and try to find out something about this demon they're summoning, or head out and do some recon of where they're holding her." He was pretty sure which Dean would rather do, but looked to him anyway, quirking a questioning brow.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 11, 2012 20:56:00 GMT -5
Dean frowned thoughtfully. So this guy didn't know the girl in question, but somehow she'd known to call him? Had she just dialed randomly and come up with his number? That seemed like a coincidence... But, in the end Dean doubted it really mattered whether the guy knew Alonna or not as long as everything else he was saying was true.
And what was up with this girl anyway? Dean knew Sam was thinking she might be another one of old Yellow Eyes's special children. Did that mean Yellow Eyes was involved with this cult and the raising of another demon? ...But what would the point of that?
Dean rubbed his eyes, knowing by the way Sam phrased his sentence that his brother was looking at him, deferring to him to make the next move. Or at least giving Dean the option of stating his opinion before saying the exact opposite. Little brothers were like that.
"Well," he said after a moment. "With the nearly nothing we seem to know about any of this, I think we've got to do a little o' both before we can plan our attack. Sammy, you hit the books. Or the internet. I think we've got wi-fi in this place..."
"Jonas, how far out is this place?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 11, 2012 21:11:26 GMT -5
"It's about twenty minutes out, I think," Jonas answered. He paused a moment to chew on a chapped lip before continuing. "But, I don't know how much looking around you're going to be able to do. From what I could tell, the place -an estate really- is pretty much in the middle of the forest. Once you get to within a half mile of the place, you've got only the driveway. If you take a car up there, they'll probably see you coming. Walking in is the best way, but I wouldn't want to try it too many times. I think it would be wisest to do the research first and then make a move on the estate."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 11, 2012 21:13:08 GMT -5
Dean was a little surprised at the man's knowledge. "And how do you know what the place looks like?"
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 11, 2012 21:15:45 GMT -5
Jonas gave a little smile and pulled out his laptop from his pack. "Google Earth," he answered. "Some of these online maps are really getting pretty good. You can't see a whole lot of detail, but you can see roads and trees pretty well."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Sept 12, 2012 13:16:00 GMT -5
(OOC: Haha, Google Earth. I like that. ...Did Google Earth exist in 2006?) --
Normally Sam would be all for staying behind and hitting the books, but right now he was apparently the only one who knew what Alonna looked like. If Dean just happened to see someone screaming "help" with a bunch of dagger-weilding cloaked guys stalking toward her it probably wouldn't take too much brain power to figure out who needed helping, but he doubted they'd be that lucky. Not to mention any of the other images from his flashes. He'd rather be along for the ride, just to be safe.
Besides: "She should be safe 'til at least tonight, anyway. I mean, it looked dark when-" Whoa, pause. Not exactly what he wanted to be saying right now. Bringing up Sam's own abilities force more of an explanation than he felt like getting into right now. He scrambled and covered lamely with: "Most dark rituals, cult sacrifices and things like that, take place at night. So there's really no reason to rush over there first thing."
His backpack was at the foot of the bed beside his duffel, and he hefted it up and started digging for his laptop.
"So how about I start research and," aiming an innocent smile his brother's way, "Dean, you grab us breakfast?" 'Cause Dean would just love getting redelegated from recon to food duty.
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Post by Jonas/Amazarak on Sept 14, 2012 22:20:19 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks. Apparently it did exist (I checked), though I have no idea how good it was. We'll go with 'decent'. BIC: Jonas was in the process of accessing his map when he noticed Sam's stumble. He wasn't exactly sure why it caught his attention. People stumbled over words or changed their train of thought all the time, himself included. Maybe it was the somewhat awkward way in which Sam recovered or the way he seemed to look away too quickly. With a mental shrug, he stored the event away for later.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 15, 2012 9:49:06 GMT -5
Dean grumbled, but only for a minute. If Sam thought they had time... they might very well have time. He had a good idea of what Sam was going to say before his redirection, partly because Sam had mentioned that his vision had taken place at night. And breakfast was definitely a good thing. If Sammy and the priest wanted to hang about and do research, fine by him. Deciding that his clothes from yesterday would do until he got back, he snagged up his coat, keys, and (out of immediate view of the priest) his gun.
"Ok, we'll take a few hours to research, but we're not going to leave this until the dead of night. You may be right about ritual timings, but we still have to make sure we get there and find the girl before this thing goes down," Dean replied. Then he pointed between the pair. "You kids play nice. I'll bring back food."
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