Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 16, 2015 10:33:14 GMT -5
ooc; set for about a week before the end of SEASON FIVE.
The world was ending. That much was pretty clear. Floods, hurricanes, and other big time natural disasters had been unleashed. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and a whole host of other monsters were having field days tearing apart innocent people. Every single news channel across the country tried to keep up with everything happening but there was too much. The Winchesters were camping out at Bobby's. Sure, they could have been out attempting to stem the onslaught of blood. They could have been out hacking and slicing and shooting and kicking and fighting to the end. But they had bigger concerns. They were in possession now of all four horsemen's rings. The only thing left to do was to make the final decision on whether or not Sam was truly going to say yes to the devil in an effort to help shove him back into his cage. Sam was all for it. Dean...not so much.
"Hey boys..." Bobby found them seated at his kitchen table, staring at the rings which sat between them on the tabletop. If they were people, Dean was sure they would be smiling mockingly at him. "I know we got bigger fish to fry and all, but you might want to take a look at this." He took a folded newspaper from his back pocket, unfolded it, and dropped it down on the table, covering the rings momentarily. Dean scooped it up and scanned the headline. Just two towns over, in Branson South Dakota, a woman had dropped dead at her company potluck dinner...her stomach had practically exploded. Cops were saying food poisoning but 35 other people had eaten that same food and not a single person had complained as so much as a blip of pain or nausea. "Sounds witchy" Dean remarked, passing the paper to his brother.
Sam breezed through the article with a furrowed brow. "Definitely unusual" he agreed. "But come on...things like this...and worse...have been happening constantly for weeks now. It's just going to get worse. Unless we"- "We're two towns away Sam. Let's check it out" Dean interrupted, rising to his feet and stuffing the rings into his pocket. "We've gone further for less." He knew that one woman dying of potential witchiness wasn't necessarily cause for a jump into action, especially with all the other crap going on, but he would do absolutely anything to postpone the conversation he knew he and Sam were going to need to have soon about the devil.
Anything.
The world was ending. That much was pretty clear. Floods, hurricanes, and other big time natural disasters had been unleashed. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and a whole host of other monsters were having field days tearing apart innocent people. Every single news channel across the country tried to keep up with everything happening but there was too much. The Winchesters were camping out at Bobby's. Sure, they could have been out attempting to stem the onslaught of blood. They could have been out hacking and slicing and shooting and kicking and fighting to the end. But they had bigger concerns. They were in possession now of all four horsemen's rings. The only thing left to do was to make the final decision on whether or not Sam was truly going to say yes to the devil in an effort to help shove him back into his cage. Sam was all for it. Dean...not so much.
"Hey boys..." Bobby found them seated at his kitchen table, staring at the rings which sat between them on the tabletop. If they were people, Dean was sure they would be smiling mockingly at him. "I know we got bigger fish to fry and all, but you might want to take a look at this." He took a folded newspaper from his back pocket, unfolded it, and dropped it down on the table, covering the rings momentarily. Dean scooped it up and scanned the headline. Just two towns over, in Branson South Dakota, a woman had dropped dead at her company potluck dinner...her stomach had practically exploded. Cops were saying food poisoning but 35 other people had eaten that same food and not a single person had complained as so much as a blip of pain or nausea. "Sounds witchy" Dean remarked, passing the paper to his brother.
Sam breezed through the article with a furrowed brow. "Definitely unusual" he agreed. "But come on...things like this...and worse...have been happening constantly for weeks now. It's just going to get worse. Unless we"- "We're two towns away Sam. Let's check it out" Dean interrupted, rising to his feet and stuffing the rings into his pocket. "We've gone further for less." He knew that one woman dying of potential witchiness wasn't necessarily cause for a jump into action, especially with all the other crap going on, but he would do absolutely anything to postpone the conversation he knew he and Sam were going to need to have soon about the devil.
Anything.
