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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 21:48:33 GMT -5
Dean glanced over his shoulder just in time to catch Sam's back going out the door. With a crooked eyebrow, he wondered what the hell that was about. No way could Sam have been so repulsed by him that he left...well, he could have been, but Dean didn't like that scenario. He preferred ideas that had Sam and him together, loving each other and... "Stop it," he muttered to himself.
Just as he pulled his shirt on over his head, Dean heard a yell somewhere outside. Without thinking about any other possibilities, he knew that his brother was in trouble . "Sam!" he shouted, running out of the room in his dress pants. As fast as he could, he scanned the parking lot, then ran down to hall to the back of the building.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 21:51:42 GMT -5
in the alley sams left shoe lay outside the door. there were marks of someone bein draged down the rough rocks and glass shards. something moved, then vanished quickly.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 22:06:32 GMT -5
"Son of a--" Dean ran at the vanishing vision, but to no avail. Sam was gone. "Sam!" he shouted, not knowing what good it would do. Walking forward carefully, he picked up the lost shoe. It definitely belonged to Sam's massive feet. "Ah screw it," he muttered, trudging off down the dark, shady alleyway. Occasionally he called his brother's name, not caring what else might hear. About thirty feet through the dark, Dean saw a big bundled shape lying on the ground. "Sam!" He ran up to it and shoved his brother.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 22:11:15 GMT -5
he groaned and opened his eyes."Dean?"he mumbled, sitting up. his shirt was shredded and welts and cuts cuts covered his chest and back."did you see what got me?"
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 22:15:44 GMT -5
Dean held him tight to get him sitting up. His eyes hovered over the extent of the damage in his brother's torso. "No," he admitted, anger bubbling in his voice. "But the moment I do, it's gonna be one dead, mangled ghost." He ignored the illogicality in that statement. "Come on, let's get you inside." He braced Sam against him to get him up.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 22:19:37 GMT -5
he groaned as they stood up."this isnt normal. and you cant mangle a ghost"he muttered. he leaned against him nd shook his head."there was this keening dound. i dont think i made it. it sounded more female."he as as they headed back inside.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 22:23:59 GMT -5
"Keening sound?" Dean repeated thoughtfully. "Like a wounded dog, that kind of keening?" His hand strayed over Sam's shredded shirt accidentally brushing over a cut. Checking himself, he adjusted his contact with his hurt sibling. "Well female, sounds like it could be Emily."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 22:33:02 GMT -5
he nodded. He didnt miss his hand straying or the sing of the cut. "Possibily." he frowned. he realized that he felt safe with dean. now if the nightmares would go away and the bad memorys he would be honkydorie. "you dont have shoes on dean."he commented. "and im missing one."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 22:35:04 GMT -5
On that train of thought, Dean remembered the shoe in his hand. "Well, this is yours," he said, "and I didn't exactly have time to put my shoes back on when I heard you scream like a girl." He was trying to be lighthearted, but failing miserably. "You holding up okay? Anything worth going to the hospital over?"
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 22:38:12 GMT -5
"no.just a headach.nothing asprin wouldent help.but my bak hurts, probably from hitting the wall. and just scratches and weltd i guess" he saod looking down to assess the damage. "thats just weird. its like it was waiting for me. i mean its had chances to attack but it didnt made a move till i was alone. and...did the others have welts? i think the scratches are from the ground.."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 22:42:12 GMT -5
"The others had mysterious marks with no apparent cause," Dean explained, "The police ignore them because all of the victims were assumed to just have fallen asleep and didn't wake up." Hiding his wince, he pushed the door open and ushered his brother inside. "Go lay down, Sasquatch. I'll see if I have some ointment for that."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 22:43:32 GMT -5
He nodded and wandered to his bed and flopped on it, lying on his stomach for the moment. "I don’t scream like a girl,” he said, scowling. He watched dean walk around before rolling over and pulling the ruined jacket and shirt off. He had removed his tie before leaving so suddenly. She winced and wrinkled his nose. He’ll need another shower. He smelled like stale beer and cigarettes and who knew what else.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 22:50:56 GMT -5
After rummaging through his duffel bag at the bottom of the closet, Dean came back victorious with a bottle of pain-relieving ointment. He smirked widely and approached his brother. "Yeah, you don't. I'm just messing with you," he conceded playfully. "Want me to get your back?" He handed the ointment over.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 22:53:33 GMT -5
He nodded and an screwd the cap and started appying it to hid cuts and what not. "i think its connected. i think shes targeting me. we should go investigate her house. you have t see it dean. its all old and decrept looking while the otheres are new and kept."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 22:59:11 GMT -5
"Hm...Neglecting parents also neglect the place they live. It fits a psychological profile." Dean sat on the bed and scooted behind Sam before reaching around and dipping a finger in the bottle. "We aren't doing anything. You're staying here because of these." He made his point by firmly pressing the cool ointment against an angry red mark.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 23:01:51 GMT -5
he turned and smaked him"that hurt!"he sait before turing back and hunching over, bracing ihs arms on his knees."i guess but it llooks odd. and we should find what bike she had."
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 23:06:39 GMT -5
For a moment, Dean stared wide-eyed at Sam's back, face still stinging from an unexpected smack. He considered kicking his ass, but then realized there was something better. "Fine, I thought you liked it rough," he muttered, rubbing the cream in more gently this time. "It's probably still at the house."
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 23:10:46 GMT -5
he hurd it and fought himself not to reply but it poped out"only with you."he shut up after that, his face turning red. "yeah ill be there..."he muttered.
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Post by Alec Individual on Feb 10, 2009 23:13:06 GMT -5
Dean went still. His entire body froze with that statement. It was so easy to take out of context that his mind went wild with it. Closing his eyes, he cleared his throat to give himself some leeway. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice barely anything anymore.
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Post by Willow Short on Feb 10, 2009 23:15:34 GMT -5
HE continued to blush, his skin heating with it. even his ears turned red with it. he cleared his throat."i..said ..only with you"he said almost quietly.
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