Who: Bill Campbell
When: Day 36, afternoon
Where: 10 square feet of beachfront property
Invited: Anyone and Everyone
Status: Complete
"I love work," Daisy Adair said cheerfully. "I could watch it all day."
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After Peyton's first attempt at a lean-to had collapsed, he started to walk over to see if he could help, just in time to see Isabel put together a frame with almost no effort. Lindsey stared wide-eyed.
"Damn," he muttered to himself. "Wish I could do that."
Lindsey listened with interest to Dean and Peyton's exchange before walking the rest of the way over, just as Dean brought back more bamboo. "You're a demon hunter?" he asked. "I killed a dozen or so Sahvrin just before I turned up here."
He looked at the ground thoughtfully for a moment before adding: "I'm not bragging. It's just an odd sort of thing to have in common, isn't it? I didn't know too many demon killers before I showed up here."
((OOC: Hit submit before I meant to the first time. Sorry 'bout that.))
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Lindsey added, "I'm not bragging. It's just an odd sort of thing to have in common, isn't it? I didn't know too many demon killers before I showed up here."
Dean chuckled. "Dad taught me an' Sammy hunting ever since we could hold a gun. You're right. There aren't a lot of us. Before getting stuck here I didn't know any aliens or psychics." He shot a grin at Isabel. "No offense."
She shrugged. "None taken." Isabel's nonchalance earned her a round of chuckles.
"Anyway, a dozen Sahvrin? Damn. I'd be bragging." Dean extended his hand. "Dean Winchester. The jolly geek giant over there is my brother Sam."
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She glanced between Dean and Isabel and gave a soft laugh. "Well, I didn't know any aliens, demon hunters or zombie killers until today." She shrugged, and then smiled lightly as she lowered her eyes to the ground. "At least I don't think I did..."
Just when things were starting to get settled with her shelter the skies opened up and it began to pour. It wasn't a light rain that grew, it was a full tropical afternoon rain. Peyton let out a slight shriek of disapproval and moved her hands to her hair to push it out of her face.
"C'mon, we should get out of the rain!"
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He shook Dean's hand and looked over at Sam when Dean pointed him out. He didn't yet know what to make of Dean (and he hadn't even talked to Sam yet). They certainly looked to be about as 'white-hat' as you get, but they were still not treating Lindsey like dog crap. Of course, they didn't know he used to work for Wolfram and Hart yet.
"I'm Lindsey McDonald," he said, but the last couple of syllables were nearly drowned out by a sudden torrential downpour. "Damn!" he pointed out.
He looked over at Peyton as she tried to keep her sopping wet hair out of her face.
"C'mon, we should get out of the rain!"
"Yeah!" he agreed. "Er... where to?!"
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Dean took a step toward his and Sam's shelter. "This way. It'll be a tight squeeze, but better than standing here!"
He sprinted to the lean-to, arriving just after Sam. Dean crawled in, nudging his brother with his shoulder. "Scoot over. We've got company."
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She thought he was kidding.
"Heh...Oh..." She darted that way too, and after Dean crawled in she followed suit. She offered Sam an awkward sort of smile. "Nice way to get to know your neighbors, huh?"
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"Kind of wet out there," he said, by way of greeting. He nodded to Sam. "I'm Lindsey."
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The cute blonde and short, muscular guy followed on Dean's heels. Sam smiled and nodded at the newcomers' greetings. "Hi, Lindsey and, uh--"
"Peyton," Dean supplied.
"Peyton," Sam repeated, pointedly ignoring his brother's flirting with the blonde. "Sam Winchester." Then he blinked at the tattoos on Lindsey's arm. He'd have to check with his father's journal to be sure, but the runes more or less said, "Nothing to see here. Move along."
Sam must have been less than subtle because everyone was staring at him. Dean chuckled, motioning at one of the short guy's prominent tats. "I think you're thinking what I'm thinking, little brother."
"God, I hope not," Sam retorted with a grin.
The good-natured barb rolled right off of Dean. He turned to Lindsey. "So, who're you avoiding? Ex-wife? Crazy Aunt Esmerelda?"
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Although it's more fun and angst-worthy for him to somehow have them again, IMO. :)
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If need be I'll try to think of a logically consistent explanation for them being back later.
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"My old bosses," he replied. "The Senior Partners of Wolfram and Hart; don't know if you've heard of it. Anyway, they don't like me much."
Lindsey didn't really know what made him tell the truth. If he was completely honest with himself he'd have to admit that it was better that it was outed sooner than later. As it was, Lindsey chalked his sudden truthfulness up to fatigue and disorientation.
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"They're laywers?"
Sam nodded. "I am -- was -- pre-law," he explained. "If I remember correctly they're this small law firm that made some incredibly aggressive moves." He turned to Lindsey. "You're a lawyer?"
Dean snorted. "A hunter. Took out a bunch of Sahvrin." Sam was duly impressed.
OOC: Dean, Sam, and May are from an alternate universe where superheroes are commonplace. I decided just now that Wolfram and Hart is in its infancy in their world.
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