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We are a 7th Season based Canon Supernatural site though we do have past and future boards to rp other plots in. The main plot-line is that Leviathans have been set free from purgatory and are running around eating people...will you stop them or join them? Are you good or evil? Come join us and figure that out! Canons and Originals welcome! Have fun!
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Kesh watched Dean pass out and she shook her head. These two needed her around. Otherwise they would be as insane as each other. She turned to face the papers on the desk and began to sift through them one by one, making notes every time she found something she thought might have been relevant.
Two hours had passed by the time Dean woke up and in all honesty, she'd been so absorbed in what she was doing she hadn't noticed that Sam hadn't returned.
"Well, I found a few bits and pieces but they're sketchy and a bit cryptic. I don't even think they're particularly related to Leviathan anyway. More to Purgatory itself," she said softly and frowned. Kesh's hazel eyes glanced around the room. "I didn't actually notice he hadn't come back... Maybe he went to a bar and found a girl."
When she said that, a small stab in her chest made her wince a little and she looked back down at the papers and her notes.
Post by Dean Winchester on May 28, 2013 14:21:35 GMT -5
Dean felt a small cloud of panic closing in on his lungs as he tried to breathe through it and think rationally. Kesh could have a point...he could have just wandered off and found someone to talk to at a bar. It was something he himself might do if he was feeling pressured or anxious or just plain rotten. But he would have at least sent Sam a text message to let him know he was alright which Sam had not done.
He tried not to pin blame on Kesh. It wasn't her responsibility to look after Sam and notice when a few hours had gone by without his reappearance. It was Dean's. Dean was supposed to take care of his little brother....it had been like that his whole life, even if Sam wasn't little anymore.
Dean snatched up his current phone, his jacket and the Impala's keys. "Let's go."
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Kesh eventually looked back up at Dean who looked nervous and seemed desperate to blame her for something but how could she look after a guy that was a giant compared to her and older than her and had Lucifer as his brain buddy?
It only really hit then. Lucifer could have somehow tricked Sam again and Kesh pushed herself up from her seat and grabbed her jacket and took one of the guns from the table. The silver one with a pearl bit on the handle. The one she recognised as Dean's and she held it out for him.
"You drivey, me looky?" she asked, following him to the door.
Post by Dean Winchester on May 28, 2013 14:38:18 GMT -5
He took the gun from her, paused for a minute and then nodded, stuffing it out of sight within his jacket. He didn't bother locking the motel room's door, moving quickly towards the parking lot, a million reasons why Sam hadn't returned to the motel running through his mind.
He was in the car with the engine running before Kesh had reached him. All four windows were down despite it being rather chilly and quite early in the morning. "Tell me about what you found while we drive" he ordered briskly, peeling out of the parking lot like a speed demon on crack.
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Kesh followed Dean through the parking lot, clutching onto her note book and she hopped into the front passenger seat before Dean flew out of the parking lot. She was freezing and she didn't appreciate Dean barking orders at her.
"I'll tell you everything if you shut the windows," she called over the howling of the wind, hugging her notebook so it didn't fly out of the window. "You won't hear anything!"
She tugged at the lever next to her, managing to get the window next to her shut.
"There isn't much to tell other than there's a tablet or some description somewhere. I think. It's not really clear."
Post by Dean Winchester on May 28, 2013 15:00:22 GMT -5
Dean rolled his eyes and rolled up the remaining three windows only to roll his down again with a disappointed sigh when Kesh gave him nothing to go on. "I need to be able to hear Sam" he explained in case she griped about the cold again. If Sam was in the vicinity and was trying to get Dean's attention, an open window would help. Of course, if Sam was in the vicinity without being held captive somewhere, he would have returned to the motel but Dean refused to think about it this way.
After the last time that Lucifer had tricked Sam into driving off "together", Sam had turned off the GPS in his phone, for reasons Dean still wasn't quite sure about, but at any rate it meant that tracking him that way was out. "Come on Sammy....where are you?"
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Kesh stashed the notes in the dash and looked out of the window, looking for any sign of Sam and she bit her lip. She reached over and swiped one of the phones from the dash and looked through it, hitting the call button on Sam's number. She held the phone to her ear and listened to it as it rang out on to the answerphone.
"He's not answering," she said slowly, her eyes returning to the street.
They must have driven around town about a million times until one thing stuck out to her like a sore thumb. There was a busted gate next to an abandoned building. Now, most people would have walked passed and thought nothing of it. But the fact there was a foot print in the metal made Kesh wonder.
"Dean, have you got torches in the trunk?" she asked, turning to face him. "That building we just went by.. The old office block. We should look in there. I have a bad feeling about it so maybe we should start there."
Post by Dean Winchester on May 28, 2013 15:29:15 GMT -5
Dean had seen the building too, his thoughts following the same paranoid tracks that Kesh's seemed to be taking. He slowly pulled the Impala up to the back of the building, giving her an odd look as they piled out. "Yes, because I keep the torches in the trunk along with my armor and jousting equipment." He went around to the trunk and flipped it open, propping the false bottom up with one of the many shotguns beneath it. He rifled through the weapons, coming up with two flashlights and holding one out to Kesh. "This might work too."
Unsure of what they might run up against in the building, if anything at all, Dean was at a loss of which of his arsenal would help. "Here." He shoved a flask of holy water and a pistol full of rocksalt rounds at Kesh immediately following the flashlight. He figured that rocksalt would slow down anything they came across even if it didn't injure them. And then they could make a break for the car and select the proper weapon if it didn't happen to be one of the few Dean was bringing in with him, which included a sheathed machete, dangling from a holster on his hip and his own pistol full of silver bullets.
"If anyone comes at you, you throw the water first, then pull the trigger." He slammed both the trunk's false and real lids closed, locked up the Impala and took two steps before adding rather unnecessarily, "don't shoot me." He took another step. "Or Sam."
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Kesh glared at Dean when he handed her a flashlight.
"This is what I meant, jackass. I just.. read too much English stuff. The call them torches," she said slowly, now looking at the holy water and pistol Dean was holding out to her. She took them and dropped them back in the trunk. "I don't want them. I have my own stuff."
She stepped away from the trunk and pulled out her knife from her holster.
"You know, sometimes witches are awesome," she said, routing around in the holster and eventually pulling out a gun out. "I have my own stuff so I don't need yours. I'm not the oblivious little girl you first met you know?"
She moved over to the gate and peered through into the relatively dark alley. Something definitely wasn't right here. Stuff was thrown around all over the place like there'd been a fight or a struggle.
"Dean... There was a struggle here," she said slowly, waving him over and unsheathing her knife.
Post by Dean Winchester on May 28, 2013 15:56:11 GMT -5
Dean, his worry for Sam starting to elevate, felt his irritation with Kesh elevating at an equal speed. "Fine, then don't take them" he grouched. "Excuse me for trying to be helpful; it won't happen again." He knelt by a tipped trash can in the alley, poking at some of its spilled contents with the tip of his gun. Straightening up, he pointed silently at the back door of the abandoned building which was propped open with a broken piece of wood.
On hunts with Sam he could make a series of complicated hand gestures like in the military that Sam would understand and go one way while Dean would go another, but (despite what he had just uttered about not being helpful anymore), Dean was not leaving Kesh on her own wandering through a supposedly vacant building. Supposedly vacant buildings were the worst kind.
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Kesh got to the door first and peered inside, frowning a little. It looked like it had been kicked through like the gate and she looked over at Dean, raising her flashlight and pistol as she stepped over the wood into the building with ease and she looked around the large room. It was damp smelling and the little she could see didn't look very inviting.
She turned to her left and cringed a little at a dead body. A young female with a chunk missing from her neck and she bit her lip. Vampires she thought to herself as she moved deeper into the building, not really waiting for Dean since she was as eager to find Sam as he was. She found a door. It was closed and she could hear noises inside, hushed voices, footsteps and a metallic sort of scrap on concrete.
She pushed the door lightly to get a glimpse inside as she listened. There were two guys in there, blocking something from view.
"What do we do?"[/i] one said to the other.
"Just wait for his goon brother to turn up,"[/i] the other said back, stepping back and then she saw him.
Sam tied to a chair and looking a little beat up, but he seemed fairly alert.
Post by Dean Winchester on May 28, 2013 16:18:17 GMT -5
Sam's head was pounding and he was a little scuffed up from the fight he'd been in with the first vamp before the other ambushed and knocked him out. He'd woken in the building, tied tightly and expertly to the chair he was now in an hour later. "What do you want with Dean" he managed to ask, ignoring the hammering in his skull.
Speaking of Dean, he was only a few corridors away from them, keeping the beam of his own flashlight on Kesh's back as she scurried down the hall. He thought of calling for her to slow down, but that would mean raising his voice and that might alert others to their presence. He wasn't sure why kesh was just as eager to find Sam as he was...unless she was still trying to figure out the whole matter of if she had a crush on him or not.
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Kesh placed her flashlight down on the door outside the door so Dean knew where she went and she snaked her way into the room, holding a finger up to her lips at Sam.
She knew that vampires hadn't seen her just yet and she could take advantage of this.
She stealthily moved behind one of them and reached up, yanking his hair back slicing quickly into his throat and she kept going until the body dropped and the head was still in her hand. It was kinda gross. She had has blood all over her now and she wasn't amused. She looked at the head for a second and only realised the other vamp was talking to her.
"... Pretty little thing like you,"[/i] he said in a soft voice. She assumed that it was something to do with turning her or feeding on her and she shook her head.
"I don't wanna be like you or be your lunch thank you," she said, throwing the dead vamps head at his companion. "Sorry, your buddy was in my way."
The vampire came running at her and she yelped as he barged her into the wall behind her, pinning her against it by her throat. All she could understand from his gargled speech, he was going to enjoy draining every ounce of blood from her body.
She tried her best to shake her head and pointed at the door.
Post by Dean Winchester on May 28, 2013 16:38:55 GMT -5
Before the question could be answered, Sam's eyes were drawn to the grotesque sight of Kesh sawing through the first vampire's head. It was certainly much messier than one swift slice which is what a machete would do. Sam tugged at his restraints. "Where's"- Before he could get out the inevitable question about his brother's whereabouts, the second vampire had rushed Kesh, pinning her to the wall.
Dean turned the final corner and frowned, seeing nothing but a still lit flashlight on the floor. He stepped up to the door and only had to listen for a second to figure out what all had just gone down. He took a step back and then slammed his foot into the door with as much force as he could muster, breaking the whole thing down.
The crash brought the vampire's attention...and fangs...away from its perspective victim. Dean unsheathed his machete with a swish as it sliced through the air. The vampire snarled as Dean did a figure eight with the machete, showing off his weaponry skills, creating another sharp swish. "Bring it on, ugly."
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Dean burst into the room with usual Winchester style and proceeded to antagonise the vampire away from Kesh. He slowly got up, bearing his teeth at the elder Winchester. Then he rushed at Dean but Kesh didn't watch what was happening. She took Dean's distraction as her cue to get up and get Sam out of there while the vampire was busy. Dean would be able to handle it on his own. He'd taken on more than one vampire at a time before now.
Kesh smiled a little at Sam as she untied him and pulled him up.
"C'mon.. Let Dean have his fun and we can wait in the car," she said, sliding her hand into Sam's. "Could I borrow your jacket? I might.. uhm, attract unwanted attention." She asked, looking down at her shirt.