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Blackstone chosenfreedom April 18 2011, 14:28:27 UTC
Dean had made some allowance for getting a local delicacy, namely brats. Still avoiding deep dish pizza like the Plague however, he'd pretty much resigned that Death all but permanently turned him off to them. Shame really. Still, the cheesy horror movie on the tv in the room couldn't completely drown out the skittering sound.

Then the lights went out with a weird flare of green, and he scowled before grabbing his nearby weapons to investigate.

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becauseimboring April 18 2011, 16:53:41 UTC

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huntingmemory April 18 2011, 21:05:51 UTC
Cheesy horror movies were useful for unwinding. Sam had mostly dozed off when the flash of green light made him open his eyes to the dark of the room. He heard his brother moving and stood, taking an extra moment while grabbing his weapons to also grab a couple of flashlights.

Really, their dad had been better than the Boy Scouts about being prepared.

"Clare," Sam said in greeting, tapping Dean's side with the second flashlight so that he could take it. "Good question. Generator cut out?"

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chosenfreedom April 18 2011, 23:32:10 UTC
He was just about to get that! Really. He did grab the flashlight from Sam though, and looked over to Clare.

"Freaky ass light, and lost power. Can't be good whatever the hell it is." He flicked the light on, and moved the beam around for a better look.

"Thought I heard something scratching."

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secondcity_npc April 18 2011, 23:51:34 UTC

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becauseimboring April 19 2011, 00:13:35 UTC

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huntingmemory April 19 2011, 00:19:28 UTC
"So...somebody interrupted the inversion of the neutron flow?" Who knew where he'd picked that one up, but it seemed about right.

Sam had his flashlight up by his shoulder, making it easier to use as a club if necessary. Or shine in someone's eyes. He drew in a sharp breath as the light caught the large, red shoe and red hair.

"Hey, Dean?" he asked, letting the breath out slowly. "You know how sometimes, you see something and it jogs a memory? And suddenly, you know something you didn't realize before."

He left it a moment before adding, "I just remembered I'm afraid of clowns."

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chosenfreedom April 19 2011, 01:30:54 UTC
Dean briefly closed his eyes, and sighed before turning to his brother, "Now? You had to remember that NOW?"

Wasn't that wonderful?

"Extremely cold? Why?"

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secondcity_npc April 19 2011, 01:57:20 UTC

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becauseimboring April 19 2011, 02:22:21 UTC

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huntingmemory April 19 2011, 02:38:36 UTC
They actually both had common and mundane phobias. It was just that, in this instance, Dean's wasn't likely to come up.

"Yeah, well, it's not my fault how I remember things," Sam shot back, unnerved. None of this was designed to make them feel good. He could accept that. The horror movie atmosphere left something to be desired.

Sam glanced at Clare, then at Dean. "Umm. Well. Not that often." Unless they could appear and disappear at will. That sort of put a damper on things. But one of them was going to have to look, now that Clare had brought it up. Steeling himself, Sam turned, gun in hand--

And promptly scrambled back, out of the killer clown's reach, stifling what could have been a very unmanly scream.

Like Dean was going to let him live down any of this.

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chosenfreedom April 19 2011, 03:03:02 UTC
"Pretty often," Dean admitted before he whirled around, bringing his gun up to shoot. Sam won't live down that scream, but that's for after. Right now, he's taking out the creepy clown that's grabbing his brother.

"The ending sucked!" he yelled before firing right at the clown.

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secondcity_npc April 19 2011, 03:23:10 UTC

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becauseimboring April 19 2011, 03:48:12 UTC

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huntingmemory April 19 2011, 09:29:43 UTC
The surprise wore off quick enough once Dean started shooting. It allowed him to shake off the worst of the fear and tug Clare back and closer to being behind him. While the ice was useful, he felt better if there was somebody between her and the clown.

"Do you remember how they got rid of him in the movie?" Because Sam was pretty sure he hadn't actually watched it. Or read the book. Ugh, clowns.

He brought up his own gun, squeezing off a couple of shot as well.

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chosenfreedom April 19 2011, 18:13:51 UTC
"Wasn't it something lame like the power of love or crap like that? They all had to band together, and I think the chick screwed the guys too?"

Dean aimed for the head, and fired a few more rounds.

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