Wandering Rocks pub, Ireland, Friday afternoon

[repeterpetrelli]

Of all the news for Peter to get, a report that someone was looking for him was not one that he expected. He'd entertained the thought, sure, but with each day he started to believe that if nobody was looking for him then maybe it was for the best.

Finding out through the grapevine that someone was looking for him, and that to all appearances

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[psychic_wonder]

One of the first things John Winchester had taught his boys was how to keep a low profile, but when it came to finding Peter, Sam wasn't sure if any of his dad's advice was appropriate. He wasn't proud of the threats he'd made while asking around about Peter, but it seemed like everyone was keeping information from him, or didn't want to talk until threatened, and the more people gave him the runaround, the more angry he got. By the time he was directed to the Wandering Rocks pub, he was ready to just blast anyone standing in his way, through whatever means necessary.

If Sam had been thinking clearly, he wouldn't have been surprised when he walked into the pub and saw the guy from his vision, a guy named Ricky, apparently. As it was, he wasn't surprised when Ricky didn't look surprised to see him - word traveled fast in this day and age, and Sam hadn't exactly made his presence quiet. As tempted as Sam was to make this quick, to just shove Ricky against a wall and make him tell Sam whatever he wanted to know, the memory of his vision

[repeterpetrelli]

Both Caitlin and Peter were surprised by the knock at the door.

"Maybe I should get that," Peter said.

"Not until we know what we're dealing with," Caitlin said. She motioned towards a spot where Peter could be out of sight of the doorway. "Go. I'll take care of this."

"What if there's trouble?" Peter asked.

Caitlin reached into a drawer and pulled out a pistol. "I'll find a way to manage."

Peter wasn't sure about this, but he told himself he'd be right there if Caitlin needed him. He went to the spot she'd indicated and nodded when he was ready.

Caitlin held her gun in such a way that it was ready, but hidden by her skirt. She opened the door just enough to see who it was. She tried to keep her expression neutral, but she failed when she saw that the person on the other side was the same person in Peter's painting. Words temporarily failed her.

[psychic_wonder]

Sam wasn't sure how to interpret her expression, but since the puppy eyes had already worked once today, he figured trying them again might be a good way to start. "Hi," he said. "I'm hoping you can help me. I'm looking for a guy named Peter Petrelli."

[repeterpetrelli]

Peter heard the voice, but wasn't sure how to respond to it.

Caitlin responded by tightening her hand on her gun, not that Sam could see that.

"And who might you be?" She asked.