01: [Voice -> Video] Carry On Wayward Son

[dashboardlite]

[There's an unhappy growling sound, a few switches clicking, and the low buzz of electronics warming up.]

C'mon, you fucker.  Jesus, you- Okay. There.  God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.

[The screen flickers and it clears up to show a man's torso before he bends down to squint into the

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[video]

[defiant_eye]

[ Make that three on the interest in brackets, because Elle figures a Desert Eagle is as good as it's going to get on this boring network. ]

Sorry, no demons or ghosts on the menu. And you just missed the dragon.

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[dashboardlite]

I don't know if I like this place if I don't know what's on the menu.

[He chews on his lower lip for a second, brow furrowing.]

...what dragon?

[video]

[defiant_eye]

Jabberwock.

Who's Sammy?

[video]

[dashboardlite]

Some kids told me about some Jabberwocky thing. Considering my lack of weapons, I'm kinda relieved you guys took it out.

[He frowns at the screen a little before answering the second question.]

...Sam's my brother. I don't even know if he's here or not.

[video]

[defiant_eye]

[ You guys. She almost snorts. You'd think a bloody rocket launcher to the face would do the trick, but in the end all of their weapons were utterly useless and it took the damn Queen to take the thing out. Not that she was particularly invested in killing the Jabberwock in the first place, but it still irks her.

But speaking of weapons... ]

Lack of weapons? Try the closets. Give you anything you need.

[ She pauses for a moment. ]

Almost anything.

[video]

[dashboardlite]

Almost anything?

[He sounds vaguely incredulous. But, then again, he's experienced worse things. He's seen worse things. Hell, he's going to Hell itself, soon. Why not go down swinging?]

Thanks for the tip, and- [Dean stops, smiling a little.] I'm Dean Winchester. Who're you?

[video]

[defiant_eye]

Not money. Not people.

[ The latter was just a little experiment, though the former is what really gets her. Damn it all. Oh, another thing. ]

Nothing personal. Guy tried getting a picture of his daughter. Didn't work.

[ Is that all? She thinks that's all. ]

Plenty of weapons though.

[ The plenty is drawn out for emphasis. Tasty, tasty, rocket launchers. ]

Christine Gayle.

[ She gives him a little salute while lighting a cigarette. ]

So, Dean.... demons and ghosts? What is that about?

[ It doesn't sound particularly incredulous; being stuck in an alternative dimension helps you embrace the idea of supernatural occurrences, after all. ]

[video]

[dashboardlite]

Damnit.

[He growls a little under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. Nothing personal, so he can't get dad's journal to see if it has anything about this forsaken hellhole.]

...well. Weapons are better than nothing.

[Dean inclines his head respectfully, feeling a weird-but-still-trustworthy vibe from this woman.]

Cristine.

[He says gruffly, rubbing his lower lip for a moment before extrapolating.]

I'm a hunter. I hunt supernatural things, like the monster you had in your closet when you were little. Only they're real. [The man rolls his shoulders.] Real, and they like to peel the flesh from your bones and trade you nice-lookin' things for your soul.