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[likemichael]

[The phone comes on to a shaky feed and it's clear whoever is recording this isn't the main focus of the broadcast. Instead, it tilts up to show a man covered in blood and filth and wounds. He holds a strange weapon and it's obvious that Dean is wary, alert, and more than prepared to shoot or stab someone if they get in his way

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[trickster_mk2]

[Text]

[The angel doesn't much think you'd like a lovely little video call right now, Deano. Answer this when you've got time. And no jokes or stupidity at the moment. Gabriel's too tired for it.]

Sambi will be glad to see you back. You can come have a drink we me, if you feel like you need one.

[likemichael]

Where is he? Gonna need a shower first. We'll get drinks after I've checked on Sam.

How are things? It's been a long time.

[trickster_mk2]

My spidy sense tells me... nadda. Since Cas drew all over your insides, I have no idea. But Cas is at your place, so I imagine that's where the Jolly Green Giant is too.

Yeah, I guess it's been a while. Not much, I guess. Cas and Jo are boning. That's pretty gross. Lizzie's still pregnant. Not talking to me though. No giant Serpents attacking. The usual.

[likemichael]

Bobby's house, right? Cas is here?

Gross is an understatement. It's been nearly two years, how is she still pregnant? What the Hell did you do to her?

[unbreakablelion]

[ voice ]

Dean? Dean?! [ Well that was... unexpected.

Please don't wave deadly weapons around, Dean. Gene doesn't want to have to shoot you... ]

[likemichael]

[The reply comes eventually, as Dean's walking down the street.]

Gene. Good to hear your voice, man.

[unbreakablelion]

Gave us quite the fright when you disappeared, lad.

You alright? You look like shite.

[likemichael]

Yeah? Nice to know I was missed.

I'm good. I'm alive, aren't I? How've things been?

[whosafraidofme]

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[Ruby, several blocks over from the shenanigans, hears the screams. Faint, muffled by the building, but panicked. She's moving in an instant. Bad day to wear heeled boots, but still. The wind picks up and Ruby tightens her jacket around her, continuing in the direction of the screaming. Reaching the street corner, Ruby freezes, a now-familiar scent filling her nose.] Dean! [She gasps, following the scent.]

[likemichael]

[And Dean is on the run still, his weapon held tight in his hand and the bag slung over his shoulder. His instant reaction when he sees her is to stop in his tracks and raise his weapon, the tip of it pointed at her. He doesn't speak yet, he just watches her.]

[whosafraidofme]

[Ruby gasps and stops immediately when he does. His very sharp, very dangerous-looking weapon is aimed in her direction. Red lifts her hands, showing she was not dangerous.] Sam's been very worried about you, Dean. He'll be glad to know you're back.

[likemichael]

[Dean straightens up after a moment or so, lowering the weapon and rolling his shoulders.] I'm trying to get to him. He hasn't contacted me.

[ipod_less]

voice

[Darcy's right. When Sam had made that post about Dean disappearing, Darcy hoped that he'd be back. And she was right. But, mother of god, what happened to him?] Dean, it's Darcy. Are you all right? Where are you?

[likemichael]

[Dean responds after a few minutes.] Not sure. It's been a long time since I was here. Darcy... Darcy Lewis, right?

[ipod_less]

A long time? [Darcy parrots, brow knitting with concern.] How long? Yeah, it's me.

[likemichael]

Nearly two years. Give or take. How long's it been here?

[fully_synthetic]

[Action]

[The Station is clearly just a place she should avoid. This is the second time she's been there an a panicked noise has filled the place right up to it's vaulted ceilings. This time, thank god, there's no gun shots or pained, frightened screams, although there is a steady tide of people moving away. That's not normally a good thing, and so she picks up the pace, faster and faster as the noise grows louder until she's running, one end of the station to the other, and pulling out a gun as she goes. The power in her legs isn't as good as she's used to, she isn't as fast as she needs to be and by the time she's there, the man, if it is a man at the centre is launching towards someone, snatching at their belongings and at them and turning to flee.

She curses, and aims. It's not a good shot. But it scratches, as far as she can tell from the way the man moves, and then she tears off after him]

[likemichael]

[Dean makes a ragged pained noise as his arm is caught by the bullet and it certainly does a bit more than just a scratch, but he doesn't slow down until he's out of the station and around a corner. There, he leans against the wall, bag dropped down beside him, and he's waiting for the shooter to come after him.

His bone-blade combo is kept in his hand and at the ready, and he hates every bit of hunting like this. He can't hear the movements, the city is too loud, there are cars and people and it's too much. It makes his breathing a little shaky but he doesn't let it get to him. He just waits.]

[fully_synthetic]

[Motoko follows. The city isn't as disorientating for someone whose used to urban terrorism, although she'd much prefer to be up high. She'd much prefer to be linked in with whatever cameras there are in this place, to be able to hack into the systems and use it to her advantage. But she's without that right now, and she has to make do with instinct. That's why the gun is slowly slid back into it's holster. It's useless in close in fighting, and the feeling in her gut is that he's here, close, somewhere.

And then she's passing the little alleyway between buildings, fingers flexing. This is when she could really do with a comms link]

[likemichael]

[Dean sees her move and instantly he's behind her, snatching hold of her to yank her back into the alleyway, aiming to get her against the wall where he can pin her. In the process of that, he snatches his gun from down the back of his jeans, aiming it at her.]

Why did you shoot at me? Who are you?