Goddamn stupid civilians. Wouldn't know a cursed object until it tried to raise all the dead in the entire damned down. Bone weary and looking forward to telling Dean he was right (again), Sam swung the door open.
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"Wait. What?" Dean only broke things when he got really pissed. Sam strode over to the tablet.. which was awash with static. Great. Now he couldn't even talk to him.
He let out a bitter laugh as he noticed the static from the tablet. "Fantastic." the lack of the best way to talk? Gone. The lights started to flicker as his irritation was only fueled further.
He picked up the book, and resisted the urge to hit Sam in the face with it, and shoved it into his chest. "The hell do you think? Playing with fire much, Sam?" He stalked across the room, starting to pace. He knew he couldn't be heard, but it didn't stop him talking anyway. "Use your college brain, and get out the goddamned ouija board. That way I can say it so you can see it. No."
Damnit. He wasn't supposed to find that. Not until Sam was sure it was going to work. He caught the book.
"Dean.. dude, calm down. It's not like that."
Sam ducked as a light bulb exploded, scowling as a fragment of glass scratched his cheek. "Damnit! Calm down and listen to me." As the feedback and disturbances got worse, he tore through his bag, looking through for the ouija board he'd started carrying.
He wasted no time in jerking the pointer at the word 'No'. He needed to get his point over quickly, and he moved the pointer from letter to letter, each movement as fast and angry as the first had been.
P L A Y I N G W I T H F I R E.
And again, it jerked back to 'No', this time, settling there.
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"Wait. What?" Dean only broke things when he got really pissed. Sam strode over to the tablet.. which was awash with static. Great. Now he couldn't even talk to him.
"Dean.. what the hell? Dude, what's the matter?"
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He picked up the book, and resisted the urge to hit Sam in the face with it, and shoved it into his chest. "The hell do you think? Playing with fire much, Sam?" He stalked across the room, starting to pace. He knew he couldn't be heard, but it didn't stop him talking anyway. "Use your college brain, and get out the goddamned ouija board. That way I can say it so you can see it. No."
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"Dean.. dude, calm down. It's not like that."
Sam ducked as a light bulb exploded, scowling as a fragment of glass scratched his cheek. "Damnit! Calm down and listen to me." As the feedback and disturbances got worse, he tore through his bag, looking through for the ouija board he'd started carrying.
"All right. What?"
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P L A Y I N G W I T H F I R E.
And again, it jerked back to 'No', this time, settling there.
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