A W.I.P. plus another thing as well
The door slams in their faces and Sam and Dean look at each other askance. "Third fucking time," Dean says, as they make their way down the stoop. "No one will tell us anything." He walks with purpose to the Impala, undoing his tie with one hand.
"Well at least we have something close to a lead now." Sam gives Dean an apologetic shrug when his brother turns his scowl Sam's way. "
"Today has seen the arrival of three strange men to our little burg," a smooth voice on the radio says. "They are all tall, they are all dressed in cheap black suits, and they are all unusually attractive. None of them, however, compare to perfect, beautiful Carlos. The city council assures us, that despite the interview given by Old Woman Josie, one of them is not an angel."
[SCENE OF A THING]
"And now an amendment to a previously broadcasted piece of news. The city council would like me to tell all Nightvale citizens that none of the three visitors are angels. None of them are, but especially not the shortest one, the one with the deep, blue eyes that burn with dark, ineffable light, the one that is a pulsing, roiling mass of energy in the empty shell of a man, the one that has braved hell and unleashed an ancient darkness into the world, the one with the great, black shadows of wings trailing behind his false, mortal face... He, most especially, is not an angel." There was a pause, with eerie, ambient music playing in the background. "It is likely that these men are representatives of a vague, yet menacing government agency. They have badges which say FBI, but those are obviously fake. We know how to tell the difference, don't we Nightvale?"
~~~
It takes Dean a moment, but he realizes a second later that Sam has stopped following him. Sam is standing there in the middle of the street, his eyes wide. "Sam?" Dean steps back to his brother. "What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Oh my God," Sam says, slowly, still staring down at the street. He lifts one of his feet up and stares dead-eyed at the sole of his shoe. "I... I think I killed it."
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I am going to finish that eventually! I just... have no idea when. But! If you have not listened to the podcast that fic is based on, Welcome to Nightvale, WHAT ARE YOU DOING GO LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW. Shoo, come back after.
Also! Wow I am absolutely infatuated with Aloe Blacc's voice? He sings in Avicii's "Wake Me Up" AND OH MAN. Take a listen.
"Well at least we have something close to a lead now." Sam gives Dean an apologetic shrug when his brother turns his scowl Sam's way. "
"Today has seen the arrival of three strange men to our little burg," a smooth voice on the radio says. "They are all tall, they are all dressed in cheap black suits, and they are all unusually attractive. None of them, however, compare to perfect, beautiful Carlos. The city council assures us, that despite the interview given by Old Woman Josie, one of them is not an angel."
[SCENE OF A THING]
"And now an amendment to a previously broadcasted piece of news. The city council would like me to tell all Nightvale citizens that none of the three visitors are angels. None of them are, but especially not the shortest one, the one with the deep, blue eyes that burn with dark, ineffable light, the one that is a pulsing, roiling mass of energy in the empty shell of a man, the one that has braved hell and unleashed an ancient darkness into the world, the one with the great, black shadows of wings trailing behind his false, mortal face... He, most especially, is not an angel." There was a pause, with eerie, ambient music playing in the background. "It is likely that these men are representatives of a vague, yet menacing government agency. They have badges which say FBI, but those are obviously fake. We know how to tell the difference, don't we Nightvale?"
~~~
It takes Dean a moment, but he realizes a second later that Sam has stopped following him. Sam is standing there in the middle of the street, his eyes wide. "Sam?" Dean steps back to his brother. "What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Oh my God," Sam says, slowly, still staring down at the street. He lifts one of his feet up and stares dead-eyed at the sole of his shoe. "I... I think I killed it."
---
I am going to finish that eventually! I just... have no idea when. But! If you have not listened to the podcast that fic is based on, Welcome to Nightvale, WHAT ARE YOU DOING GO LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW. Shoo, come back after.
Also! Wow I am absolutely infatuated with Aloe Blacc's voice? He sings in Avicii's "Wake Me Up" AND OH MAN. Take a listen.
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