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[not_a_ghoul]

Just a nice safe salt and burn Dean had said as all three brothers stepped inside the rundown looking house, their aim was to find the mourning broach with the ghost's hair inside of it and set it alight to send the restless and dangerous spirit back to rest but as with anything the Winchesters did, nothing was ever that simple: firstly the three

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[sinister_dancer]

"You won't need that here."

Right around the corner, woman with bright red hair was leaned against the wall. She hand cigarette between her fingers and her arms were crossed on her chest. She took long drag and puffed out the smoke before turning to look at the guy. There was long scar stretching above her left eyebrow and below left blue-green eye, in single perfect slash.

She took final drag and tossed the remains of cigarette on the floor, putting it out with her metal boot. She moved from the wall, several silver daggers around her waist gleamed in bright light of the wall-lamp. "You can't fight lust with gun... well at least not with gun like that" she nodded at the weapon in his hands.

[not_a_ghoul]

"Oh we've done it before." Or at least they've tried, knowing that Dean had shoved the demon's head into a bathtub full of holy water. "So I think I'll take my chances thanks."

The youngest Winchester didn't lower his weapon at the sight of the daggers glinting in the light. "So you gank it with a knife instead?"

[sinister_dancer]

She blinked and looked down at her waist. "Oh these? They are useless here... unless you use them to cut partner you are fucking with at the moment, or cut the clothes if you are too impatient to take them off." She looked back at him:"You'll see soon enough." She made a face as she looked around, on the walls:"This place will make you think you are the biggest whore in the world." Talk about being blunt.

"By the way, name's Katarina. Pleasure."

[not_a_ghoul]

"I'm Adam." He replied as he tried to understand what she was telling him as he lowered his gun finally, the erotic paintings and pictures on the walls were helping her case that something very sexual was going on throughout the building.

[therizein]

Where there were Winchesters, there was always a reaper not far away. It was practically a law of nature. And it was usually this particular reaper--though she usually stayed behind the scenes. Here, she was able to take a more active--or rather, a more interactive--role.

She stepped through a doorway at the end of the hall, arching a brow at the raised weapon, but aside from that, she didn't flinch. She wasn't a ghost, so salt and iron didn't bother her, but she wasn't keen on getting a face full of buckshot either.

"Whoa there, big guy."

[not_a_ghoul]

"Tessa?" Adam lowered his gun when the Reaper came into view but surely seeing her could only mean one thing, he was dead and she was here to help him on the journey.

[therizein]

The reaper raised her hands in surrender, smiling a little as he lowered his weapon. "Guilty as charged," she said, lowering her hands with a shrug. "But don't worry--you're not dead. I just got a promotion. I can go corporeal now, just like the old man."

[not_a_ghoul]

"I bet Dean'll love to hear that." He commented knowing that his eldest brother had a very large soft spot for her. "If I'm not dead or having an outer body experience again then where am I?"

[iustiviri]

The faint sound of his name caught his attention, and his head whipped around, a frown marring his face as he turned and headed down the left hallway, instead of the right when the fork in the hallway had been presented to him, his sawed-off loaded and ready. He'd gone been through three different floors already trying to find Sam, as well as some exit. But any door he'd opened had only led to another room or another hallway. It was fucking annoying as shit to be stuck like this. He felt like he was running around blind in a goddamn funhouse or some shit.

"Sam?" Dean called out as he got closer to where the voice, and his name, had come from.

[not_a_ghoul]

He knew that voice, the one that would yell at him if he missed one can during target practice or that would comfort him if he was injured but right now it seemed like a life line even if it was only calling out one name.

"Dean?" Adam returned his eldest brother's call as he lowered his own shotgun slightly and turned into the corridor that Dean was walking down.

[iustiviri]

"Sam -- Not Sam .." Dean said, stunned at the sight of his younger half-brother who he distinctly remembered as being really, very dead. "Adam?" He asked, lowering his gun a fraction but no where near a comfortable level. He didn't know what sorta place this was, or what else was here with him. For all he knew this was the thing he'd killed back in Minnesota, the poor kid didn't deserve to go like that. Fucking ghouls.

[not_a_ghoul]

"Yeah, not Sam." He muttered bitterly under his breath before running a hand through his hair. "Thought I'd lost the both of ya." Adam sighed as he took another step closer. "So where are we Dean?"