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Sam Winchester ([personal profile] collegedropout) wrote2013-08-12 09:53 pm
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"This is Sam -- just leave a message, I'll get back to you."

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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 09:49 am (UTC)(link)

you in?
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
we hunt all sorts of shit we can handle a quick look at the wastelands
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
there's no way to even figure out the wastelands without going to the wastelands

think of your book

think of all of the terrible monsters you want to help for some reason
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
and yes

that's a fucking hunt right there
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
i knew you were

i was just giving you more reasons to come


no dragons

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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
[If kids at Christmas time are culture-shocky and a tiny bit bloodthirsty, then you hit the nail right on the head.

He knows you have his back with these forays into the city's unknowns. All this back and forth is for your benefit.]

what the hell is a swan dragon

is it tasty
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
with the way things work here it could be called a swan dragon but look like demon hellspawn

reptile meat is good too

fried alligator tail sammy

fried alligator tail

you need to lay off the salads and live a little
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
heartburn is proof that you had a good meal how do you not know that

i have a few times

it's good
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
won't know until i try

won't try until you get your ass here so we can go

so get moving
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-24 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dean sends over his coordinates. He's already near the wastelands. Not that he's eager or anything.]
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-25 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dean's armed and ready, standing there in his layered clothing, giving Sam a nod as he gets closer. There's a part of him — darker, less acknowledged — that hopes that the Wastes will be like Purgatory, with dangerous creatures all around and nothing to do but hack and slash at them. The more time Dean spends here, the more he wants something like that again. Something that makes more sense than what they've been doing, sitting around and playing nice, knowing that most of their neighbors are dangerous. Dean's already heard of a vampire that's been pestering someone — and yeah, he volunteered his services in the event that they're needed, but the fact that he can't go off and just hunt the damn thing once and for all gets under his skin. Makes him restless.

They have an enemy on which they need to focus their energy, Dean reminds himself. But that progress is slow-going, and Dean really just needs to burn off some steam. So when Sam arrives, Dean's expression is focused — alert. Ready.]

Guess not.

[He doesn't need to ask Sam if he's armed. Of course he is, because he's a Winchester, and wouldn't show up to something like this without a weapon. Dean leads them through a gap in the wall — bending low and working his way out until he's in the Wastes. He waits for Sam to emerge after him, and while he does, Dean takes in the scenery — vast, and shifting. The ground shakes, a little, for a moment, and then settles down. Dean pulls out Ruby's knife.]

We'll scope it out. Take a look around, see if we can find a good hunt. Anything out of our league gets on our trail, we'll turn back.

[Because for all he wants to do this, Dean isn't stupid — he's very well of their limitations and their ammo situation, and he knows better than to throw himself at something they can't handle right now.]
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[personal profile] ramble_on 2013-08-31 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Dean has had the misfortune of encountering one of them, and he is well aware that they aren't pleasant if provoked. But...]

I think rabbits'll be the least of our problems out here.

[There's a hint of enthusiasm in his tone as he surveys the Wastes. Hunting just for the sake of hunting shouldn't be appealing - after all, their job is to save people, not kill aimlessly. But trapped as they are here, with monsters they can't hunt and an enemy they can't just go out and face, Dean feels an inner restlessness that is only growing as time passes. He just sucks at settling down and biding his time - something he has already established once before. At least in Purgatory, it was kill or be killed, a constant surge of adrenaline and movement. Here, it's live quietly and hunt down harmless fruit cows for food.

They can't go too far, at least not this first time out, and not if they don't want to deal with the time discrepancies that he heard about. But a little venturing should be enough, so Dean leads them outward, every so often glancing back at the Safezone to gauge their distance. The ground rumbles, and Dean notices some movement far ahead as the Wastes shift yet again.

Something flies overhead. Dean looks up.]

...the hell is -

[There's a loud, disorienting cry, and Dean finds himself stumbling over his next steps. The creature cries out again, and Dean clamps his hands over his ears, whipping around as he does so to check on Sam.]


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