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[gotanotherplan]

No. No, no, nonono-- [Jo didn't mean to turn her communicator on just yet, but after searching around the City for over an hour and coming up with nothing, she's starting to get a little tense. It's one thing to hear about others losing the ones they care about when the City decides to send them home, but the fact that both Winchesters are suddenly

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[voice]

[makesfolktalky]

Dean 'asn't showed up for work. Twonk.

Found any sign of 'em yet?

[voice]

[gotanotherplan]

Nothin' yet, I think they... might actually be gone.

[voice]

[makesfolktalky]

You checked that 'all out?

[voice]

[gotanotherplan]

If they both had portraits hangin' in there, does that mean they're both definitely back home?

[voice]

[makesfolktalky]

Yeah. Think so.

They both up there, then?

[voice]

[gotanotherplan]

Yeah.

[Added a little while later;] Their stuff is still here, though. Does that make a difference? They'll probably come back, right?

[voice]

[makesfolktalky]

[The reply comes another while later.]

Dunno. Might do. I jus' 'ad a mate come back. He was gone a few weeks an' his things were still in 'is desk when 'e was gone.

[voice]

[gotanotherplan]

Right. Yeah, no way they'd just leave forever without sayin' nothing. They--

Dean knows I'd kick his ass.

[voice]

[makesfolktalky]

You can kick 'is arse anyway, if 'e does show 'is face again.

Bastard should know better'n t'bugger off like that.