[for dean (and others)]: he was a man mourning tomorrow

[precognitioning]

Ruby's here

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[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka is outside and a good way down the track that circles around towards the north end of the lake when he hears gunfire coming from the house. He whirls and starts running back up the path, but it takes him ten minutes to reach the back porch. He tears up the steps and bursts into the empty kitchen.

Oh, hell.

He has a hand on the grip of the .45 buttoned into his jacket, but it seems the gun isn't needed at this moment. He heads for the common room, but doesn't meet anybody. Maybe they all scattered as soon as the shooting started. He quickly checks the nearby hallways -- for injured persons or anybody who can tell him what's happened.

[And he meets Sam wherever Sam pleases, since I don't know exactly where the younger Winchester would be at this point.]

[in_summer_leaf]

[Nice, they're sort of on the same side this time. Even if reluctantly on Sam's part. And Hisoka appreciates it, even though he doesn't say so here.]