.015 [Accidental Video]

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[The feed opens with a bang.

Literally.

It's a small explosion, as explosions go. It's mostly a flash, some smoke, and a bit of a concussion. Not enough to really do much more than break some glass and maybe send a man tumbling backward a few feet.

And turn on a tablet.]

Gou cao de piece of-- [And anyone who's paid much attention to the

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[junkyard_hunter]

[Oh he knows where you are, Mal. Problem. He doesn't know you.]

The hell're you doing at Crowley's place? He trapped the hell out of the shop for a reason.

[aint_comin_back]

[You think?] Didn't know that bastard had guard dog.

[junkyard_hunter]

[He just snorts] You'd know if you met that old sonofabitch's dog.

You the one Crowley left his place to? Stay there. Don't touch nothin until I get there.

[aint_comin_back]

Mal Reynolds. [Mal rolls his neck and his shoulder.] Already had one guy poke through here. Guess another set of eyes won't hurt.

[junkyard_hunter]

Bobby Singer. I used to.. keep an eye on the place when Crowley was away. [Don't ask why. He can't even answer that.] And for God's sake, don't go near that scotch until I get there. He's got that rigged seven ways to Sunday.

[aint_comin_back]

Was savin' that for a rainy day. Glad it ain't rained.

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[junkyard_hunter]

[He comes in the back a moment or two later, pausing to disarm another trap before straightening.] It'd just be rainin little bits of you all over the place. Demon was fond of the good stuff and Ellen made sure he stayed stocked.

[Bobby turned to handle another trapped cabinent, trying to ignore the sharp pang of loss. Two friends gone]

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[aint_comin_back]

[Mal watches with arms crossed; his revolver is holstered at his hip, but he ain't drawn it yet. Seems the old man actually wants to help, but he'll still be judging that.] Awful obliged, you comin' down here.

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[junkyard_hunter]

[The next trap is a little more complicated, but he takes his time with it. It's hard to diffuse a magical bomb and keep an eye on the man with the gun. He grunts and starts carving over a set of runes.] Kept an eye on the place once in awhile. He showed me where the trickier ones were.

You the one he left the shop to?

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[aint_comin_back]

[Yeah, well. He's not putting the gun away.] That's me.

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[junkyard_hunter]

Nnh. Mind steppin back a couple of paces there? If I miss this last damn rune ain't no sense in both of us gettin blown to kingdom come.