an extreme exorcism where the priest is the loudest thing in the room TO THE MAX [Closed, active]

[100deaths_a_day]

Who: Dean Winchester, Knuckle, Later on Mary Winchester
Where: Library
When: Day 003
What: Dean searches out Knuckle. Hijinks Serious business ensues.
Warnings: Language, violence, burst eardrums

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[3minutefisting]

Knuckle was gracelessly sprawled out on the couch, bible over his face. His robe was nicely folded next to the couch, a journal, his boxing gloves, and his belt sitting ontop of it. He let out a little groan and groggily opened an eye to look at the stranger in front of him. Well, he didn't want to come across as rude so he quickly sits himself up trying to smooth out his tank top to get himself looking more appropriate, it had been a rough night and morning and for the record his arms are like monstrous beefcakes.

"Can I help you?"

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean watched the guy sit up, and yeah, he felt a little bad about waking the guy.

"...Sorry, I didn't mean to..." Yeah, okay, he did mean to wake you. "yeah, you can."

He paused, thinking how best to start this. Well, it was Mary this guy already knew, so... "You know my Mom. ...Mary?" Just ignore the fact that they're the same age. He's not sure how that happened either.

[3minutefisting]

"It's fine, it's fine." He let out a big tired yawn, "Excuse me."

He finally swung his legs over the edge of the couch and moved the blanket that was on top of him off to the side.

"Mary, yes, a very good woman. You're her... son?" Wait a minute, "Um, if it's not too rude of me too ask... how old are you?"

[100deaths_a_day]

Damn.

"...Thirty. A year older than she was- is when she... arrived here." Wouldn't say died. Dean moved to the side, and sat down in the space that had just been cleared with a sigh. "I don't get it either."

He clasped his hands in his lap, leaning forward slightly as he looked at the floor. "It was her who said that you might be able to help."