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hunters_blood

Remember Me? [Roleplay Thread Locked To evilhandissue]

Feb 15, 2007 00:39

OOC: Scene takes place after thisAfter Sam and Buffy had left, Dean had spent some time getting his shit together including his latest credit card and whatever cash he had left on him ( Read more... )

roleplay, dean, lindsey

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evilhandissue February 15 2007, 00:53:21 UTC

Lindsey wasn't actually on a case at the moment. He was walking back into the building from a long lunch meeting he had just wrapped. His cellphone rang, and he paused on the steps.

Pulling it out, he saw Dean's number on the caller ID and smirked. Guess the kid realized he was in a bit over his head here. He opened the phone and held it to his ear while leaning against the railing. "McDonald here."

hunters_blood February 15 2007, 01:06:37 UTC

"Hey McDonald," Dean muttered as he avoided the obvious joke but he knew Lindsey would get from the tone in Dean's voice. "Remember me?"

Dean's eyes went back to watching the school and his fingers drummed restlessly on the wheel. "I'm gonna skip right to the point because you and I both know why I'm calling. These demons of yours, they got any tricks up their sleeves we ought to know about? I figure you want them gone as much as we do so I'm hoping you can help a fella out."

evilhandissue February 15 2007, 02:36:05 UTC

"Yeah, I remember you." his tone dropped a moment and he cleared his throat, listening to Dean's point.

He looked around, watching the people coming in and out of the office building. No one was within distance of hearing the conversation, thankfully, but he needed to make sure.

"I did do a bit of research myself, and it seems that the area those kids went to school... there's a protection spell hanging in the vacinity. Now if it's the guys you're looking for, more than likely they have the spell so that people can't locate their base, or hear the screams from the kids. You'd need a standard spell locator and then a disarmment charm to break though."

hunters_blood February 15 2007, 02:44:09 UTC

Dean arched his eyebrow, "Protection spell, huh?" Great, just great.

He hated magic with a passion, he much preferred getting his hands dirty rather than relying on a power you couldn't see. He was more than capable of using it because dad had insisted he learn that along with Latin, even though he'd hated both - you never knew when you might need it. The only problem being that these demons weren't what he was used to so he had no idea where to start with the charm. Everything else he could handle.

"Don't suppose you have any idea what sort of charm we might be looking for here?"

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evilhandissue February 16 2007, 04:42:26 UTC

A few hours later, Lindsey walked out of the office, pulling out his cell phone. He slipped a USB drive in his pocket, the information of the demon clan on it, as well as the text for the spell.

He dialed Dean, and when he picked up, he didn't wait. "You find anything, or do you need me?"

hunters_blood February 17 2007, 00:13:31 UTC

Dean bit back an obvious retort and just smirked as he counted out the dollars he'd made scamming pool and cheating at cards. Never hurt to have a little extra cash and there was only so much sitting around on his ass that he could do.

"I'm thinking any help you could give would be appreciated right about now." He needed to get in touch with Sam and see how they were doing on the research front.

evilhandissue February 17 2007, 03:14:30 UTC

"Well, I've got the text for the locator spell on me. There are some supplies that will be needed, and I might have some at home, but probably not all of it. Might be better having fresh stock anyway."

The hotel wasn't that far from his job, so most days he just walked back and forth. Today was one of those days. "There are a few shops in Boston that have stuff, but if you want to make sure it's all in stock and will work, it might require a quick road trip to Salem. It's about forty five minutes away, but I know a place that's open all night long."

One of the suppliers to Wolfram and Hart, yes, but hey, the man knew where to get stuff.

"If you got the time, we can go. Otherwise we can stick local and hope the spellcaster here has it."

hunters_blood February 17 2007, 08:09:31 UTC

Dean glanced at his watch and nodded his head. "We've got time." The Impala started and her engine purred in the background as Dean pulled away from the kerb. "Where do you wanna be picked up?"

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hunters_blood March 6 2007, 18:59:34 UTC

Strangely enough Lindsey wasn't that far off the mark considering Dean had been wielding shotguns at the age when most kids played with baseball bats or the latest toy.

"Nah, it wasn't that rough." Dean shook his head, gunning the Impala's engine and keeping her tyres turning over and over again. "Of course you'll get a different story from Sam."

evilhandissue March 6 2007, 19:05:19 UTC

"Your brother, right? Well, I would assume so. Nobody ever sees the same things in a life. Part of what makes us individuals."

Lindsey sat back, watching as they drove along the interstate. Lindsey didn't start his battles until he was an adult. But his childhood hadn't been that much better.

"Your brother isn't a fighter?"

hunters_blood March 6 2007, 19:19:47 UTC

"Yeah," Dean muttered with a nod of his head. His hand slipped to the gear stick and Dean changed lanes before smoothly overtaking the car in front of him.

Was Sam a fighter? He would if he had to but it wasn't his first reaction to a situation. "I wouldn't say that, he'll throw down when he has to but it's usually a last resort with him."

Dean shrugged his shoulders and swallowed a little because his father's words echoed in his skull. "He just never agreed with my dad and what he thought was best with the family is all."

evilhandissue March 6 2007, 19:24:57 UTC

"Hey, not being a fighter isn't a bad thing," Lindsey stated. "World needs thinkers just as much as warriors."

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hunters_blood March 12 2007, 19:42:06 UTC

“Shit,” Dean muttered before he bent down and slung Lindsey over his shoulder. He picked up the bag and kicked one of the men as he stirred and thankfully the blow was hard enough to knock him out again ( ... )

evilhandissue March 12 2007, 20:06:28 UTC

Lindsey for the most part had a healing factor from being undead. He'd sleep it off. But his mind was working to try and figure it out before he blacked out.

"They knew... they knew we were coming. I want to know how. We know how... we can figure out..."

He opened his eyes, but the speed of the car didn't help the dizziness and he groaned as he shut them. "I don't feel sick... disoriented... can't concen... concentrate. With the magic... spell thing..."

His head fell back against the window of the door. "oh screw it. I can't think for shit. wake me up when... when we get wherever."

He was unconcious as the last words left his mouth.