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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 11, 2010 20:04:04 GMT -5
Lights passed by overhead from the street lamps. A warm thrum of an engine pulsed through the car as it drove down the small highway. A slick black frame shined under the dim lighting off and on. Inside a person with dark shaggy brown hair leaned against the window frame sleeping. It had been a long day, or so it seemed. Eyes closed, they were fast asleep. A placid look crossed the face as the same street light illuminated now and again. For now all seemed peaceful.
Finally the car pulled off the small highway into a diner and was stopped. The man int he passenger seat was able to sleep, that was until while he was awake from another nightmare. Of course the nightmare hadn't shown physically, but oh did it show deep down in his mind. Never did he want to talk about it with the driver next to him, which was his brother. However, he knew after much persistence he would have to cave in. For now though he had his thoughts to himself. Quickly he woke with a start. He looked over to his brother groggily, whom had been calling his name "Sammy", over and over again. He blinked a couple of times and then spoke up.
"Huh? We stoppin' dude." Sam said tiredly. He then looked out the window and saw themselves outside the restaurant. It answered his question. He unbuckled his seat belt and got ready to go inside. Again he looked at Dean. His brother looked exhausted. Couldn't blame Dean it was late, or at least getting late. He opened his door to get out of the car and stretch.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 11, 2010 20:35:48 GMT -5
Dean looked over to his brother briefly before taking the keys out of his ignition. He then too opened his door. Slowly pushed himself out of the drivers side seat. The black leather squeeked a low squeek a little as he got out. He used his left hand on the door frame to leaverage himself. There he stretched and took a deep breath of air. It had been raining not to long before he stopped, so the smell of rain still clung into the air. It was refreshing that was for sure to Dean at least who felt cramped up.
He then looked over the car again at Sam and gave a half smile. His little brother was a pain, but what little brothers weren't. He loved to give him hell. However, at this point he himself was even too tired to do so at the moment. He closed his door soundly. It made a loud squeeky clank as it shut. Heck, most of the Impala squeeked. Dean so had to get the thing oiled, but as of late he had been too lazy to do so.
"Yeah I thought we could use a break. Ya know stretch our legs, get something to eat, take a pee break. I mean I have been driving since late afternoon. I would get us a place to stay for the night, but there hasn't been anything nearby yet. So I figured I would see if there was anything nearby by checking with the people inside. Anyways, I could use a good cup of coffee. I almost am sleeping at the wheel. That and you look like you could use a cup of coffee yourself." he stated soundly. "Come on lets go inside alright."
He then went and walked around the front of the car towards its other side and passed it towards the door of the diner. His steps were stiff and slow. The hours of driving hadn't done him any justice. He put his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the door. His thumbs alone were only hanging out of them. He knew Sam would catch up with him sooner or later. Finally he reached the door. He then pulled his left hand out of his pocket and opened the door to go step inside. A warm blast of air hit him. "Hurry up Sam, unless you want to be stuck out in another potentiol rain storm." he said teasingly.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 11, 2010 22:06:41 GMT -5
The sound of utensils scraping against plates echoed throughout the diner as well as friendly chatter among the restaurants occupants. Eli sat in one of the booths, the meal in front of her barely touched and now cold; her appetite was practically nonexistent. Staring listlessly out the window, the young woman suppressed a yawn, shifting into a more comfortable position. Despite the exhaustion, she remained alert, keeping her eyes and ears open for any trouble or interesting gossip. The past week had been slow, which caused her to become restless. When she was not working, Eli felt useless.
Pushing her plate to the side, she sipped at the water before her. She sensed nothing unusual; the warm atmosphere remained. It would be illogical to stay any longer. There could possibly be someone somewhere who needed assistance and she was wasting precious time. She retrieved a five dollar bill from her wallet and placed it on the tables surface; a tip for those who had dutifully served her.
Stretching her limbs, Eli strode down the aisle, a slight smile lining her lips as she observed the people filling the tables. Though an ordinary life seemed appealing, she would never be able to get used to the monotony. The supernatural had always been a part of her life and she could not visualize herself not tracking down malicious spirits or exploring locations deemed haunted, uncovering their mysteries.
Eli threw a quick glance across her shoulder, scanning the area one more time, analyzing the building from top to bottom. Everything was peaceful. With a sigh, she sauntered over to the door and stopped short, almost running into the person who crossed the threshold.
“Excuse me,” she said apologetically, embarrassed by her lack of awareness.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 11, 2010 22:25:10 GMT -5
Sam had only stood briefly next to the car with the door open. He stretched has he had heard what Dean had said. He then grabbed his jacket and then closed his door behind him. A break was a good thing. Sam could of used one. Slowly he staggered his way over to the diner door too. His jacket was draped over his arm. He was so tired he almost could have fallen over.
The street next to the diner was pretty quiet. It had to be later than he thought it was. More like one or two in the morning. Though, what would one expect in a small town like area. Wetness still covered the ground. It made a glared back off the pavement. The diner for sure looked welcoming and warm. Sam took a deep breath and then let it out. It was the best wake up he could get at the second.
"I'm coming bro. Just tired as ever. But I'm comin'." he said in a sleepy tone. He then had to snicker about Dean running almost into the girl that was on her way out. Apparently Dean still, even without trying, was a chick magnet. No matter where it seemed that they were going he always ran proverbially, or literally into a girl. "Way to go there Dean." he commented in a teasing tone.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 11, 2010 22:41:40 GMT -5
"Eh heh Sammy." he commented sarcastically to his brother. "Sorry about that. Didn't see you there. Wasn't paying attention."
He looked down at the gal before him. That was when his mind went from working, to not working. He knew he was going to get flack from Sam, but he didn't care. Not really anways. If he cared more, he probably would live in a hole somewhere. But he didn't so it didn't matter. He glanced over at Sam for a brief retortive look. The kind of look that spoke "shut up Sammy". He pursed his lips, turned back to the girl, and then opened the door and stood out of the way for the girl to pass.
He was tired and drained, but he wasn't rude. He could be a gentleman when he wanted to. Only when he wanted to of course. The handle of the door was cold to his touch. After a while he knew it would make his hand feel numb. At the moment he didn't care though. The one thing that would honestly make him cave would have been the food smell waffering out of the diner and outside. Once he thought she got through he pushed his way in and held the door for Sam. Then he let go the moment he could tell Sam had entered behind him. He couldn't help but glance at the girl again though before entering fully and finding a place to sit.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 12, 2010 15:16:20 GMT -5
Sam had sat down too, but not too long before a waitress came to ask them what they wanted to drink, and maybe even to eat if they were naturally ready. He looked up at the waitress, who nicely enough was skinny. The gal had blond curly hair and very vivid eyes. For some reason it made Sam have to blink over it, take a double take. Maybe it was because the woman remind him so much of Jess that it wasn't even funny. However, he knew he shouldn't think about Jess. All it would do was make him feel like crap. It was bad enough that he already felt like crap from the last hunt they were on. It had been one mean vengeful ghost. Granted the people being haunted by it thought it was something worse, but all in all it was just a fluke.
The spirit just had a over the edge nasty temper. But then again, what could one say for a spirit that was a southern man. Of course the thing would have a temper. Now Sam and his brother were on the road again looking for another supernatural to take out. That and find leads on the more important matters. Sam really didn't like thinking about the more important matters that much. Again the thought, to over bearing. Yet there were just some days he couldn't avoid it. Finally after sitting in the booth his brother had found for them to sit in, staring at the waitress, he finally came back to reality and ordered even though he didn't hear if the waitress had asked.
"Uh, can I get coffee please. Oh, and with creamer." he stated. He didn't like the overbearing bitter taste of coffee really. He still wasn't ready to order yet though. A thought then crossed his mind to ask however. He then included, "You wouldn't happen to have a newspaper around here would you?"
The waitress just smiled and had said yes to him. She had gone over to a news stand near the front of the door and pull one out for him and brought it back over. "Here you go sir. Anything else?" she stated.
"No that's fine now for me. Not quite ready to order yet. Thank you though." he commented back. He then opened the newspaper to read it, maybe even do the crossword puzzle if he was bored enough. First priority though was finding a hunt. He looked through most of the pages. Some he knew he could honestly discard quickly, making his search ten times easier. So far while looking he was coming up short.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 12, 2010 15:39:27 GMT -5
Across the table Dean too looked at the waitress, but not for the same reasons Sam did. His reasons were because of hormones. It was for certain he thought her to be pretty. However, then again, most of the female persuation was to him. Unless they were big honkingly over weight, over depressed, or just outright a pain in his side. Then they weren't as pretty. A lot of the time those types creeped him the heck out. But the gal before him looked fabulous, that was for sure. He looked at her and smiled sweetly.
"I'll take coffee as well, straight up black. That should be it for now for me to." he stated plainly.
"Alrighty then. I will be out with your coffe in a jiffy. Just let me know what you want to order. My name is Lily if you need me." she said warmly and then walked off.
Lily, nice name, he thought to himself. He then looked over to Sam to see if his building of a brother had any leads to a new case or not. He watched for a few seconds as his brother sifted the pages randomly. He knew Sam wouldn't admit it, but deep down he felt that some small, however insignificant part of him, actually want to be there on the hunt. Now granted maybe his mind was just telling him that to make him feel batter, but for some reason his gut feeing was telling him that as well. "Hey Sammy, you finding anything in that newspaper there.? I'm sure we will find a lead to something. Here, heck I will even pull out the journal if I have to." he commented, pulling out there dad's journal for reference. He then rubbed his face from tiredness. It really had been a long day, and he was glad to be able to rest for a while. "I bet you anything the next hunt is going to be right around the proverbial corner. We just gotta know where to look." Dean tried to enthuse. Then from somewhere amonst the tiredness he felt like he was being watch. However, he always felt like that, but this time it just by hunch felt stronger. He gave a once over look around the room before drawing his gaze back to the table again.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 12, 2010 17:11:21 GMT -5
“My name’s Hannah and I will be your waiter this evening. I’ll take your order if you’re ready,” the woman before her greeted, grinning widely. Slowly her eyes widened in recognition. “Am I seeing double or were you just here ma’am?”
Eli sighed inwardly. The individual who had served only a half hour before now gazed curiously down at the blonde. “No, I can reassure you Miss. Hannah, that you are not seeing double,” Eli replied good-naturedly, smiling in return. “I decided to stay for dessert.” She glanced briefly at the menu. “I would like to taste your chocolate cheesecake. I hear it is incredibly delicious.”
“Dessert? You hardly touched your dinner, ma’am,” Hannah giggled. “Although, great choice. The chocolate cheesecake is scrumptious. You won’t be disappointed.” She winked and then strode toward the kitchens after scribbling down Eli’s order.
Running a hand through her hair, Eli stifled yet another yawn. She wondered what time it was; she had not bothered check. Even if there had been a bed in front of her, she knew she would not be able to lie-down anyhow. Although she was tired physically, her mind was still wide-awake and she had business to attend to. Straining her ears, she peered once more at the two mysterious men.
"Alrighty then. I will be out with your coffee in a jiffy. Just let me know what you want to order. My name is Lily if you need me,” their waiter answered. Eli rolled her eyes; the woman was obviously ogling the shorter of the two and he had appeared to enjoy her charisma.
“People do not know how to properly act in public these days,” she muttered to herself.
"I bet you anything the next hunt is going to be right around the proverbial corner. We just gotta know where to look."
Eli did a double take. He had mentioned hunting. However, it did not necessarily mean ghost hunting. Ordinary people tended to hunt deer—was it hunting season? She did not know. Nevertheless, her suspicions remained and curiosity increased.
“Here you are!”
Shaken from her reverie, she looked up into the animated face of Hannah as she placed the dessert on the tabletop. “I hope you enjoy your meal this time around,” she teased. “Call me if you need anything.”
Nodding in acknowledgement, Eli took a bite of the cheesecake. It was incredibly appetizing.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 12, 2010 19:25:38 GMT -5
Sam looked over his paper at Dean. He knew his brother was being super smart ass at the moment. Mostly it was because it was late, and his poor brother needed sleep. Even if Dean said he never really did. That a good cup of coffee would do the trick and that he'd be as right as rain. However, Sam knew better. Naive he may some days be, but stupid no. Most days he could see right through his brother. He raised a curious brow at Dean while he was staring at him. He had to admit his brother was right.
"Yeah I am sure something will turn up that we can work on, but for the second I am finding jack squat in the newspaper. I think I have check every newspaper since our last one. Maybe by the end of breakfast there will be something worth looking into. I couldn't really say though. I still don't get why were doing this part instead of what we really should be doing." he stated plainly. He took a drink of his coffee and kept right on looking in the newspaper. Article after article he found nothing. It seemed to be a lost cause and then he found one of interest, one about parents who died unexplainable with no forced entry or nothing.
"Dean, I may of found something." he stated. Seeing the "oh" look on Dean's face he continued. "Here it says, parents die in bedroom, no suspects findable. The parents of a 10 year old child were apparently killed in there sleep. However there is no way to say how. The child has been turned over to authorities to be placed with other family. It is said that this has been the most recent killing of this style over the past six months. The only thing that has been findable at each scene is a blue ribbon. Sounds disturbing doesn't. Think it could be something up our alley? So far it is the only thing I have found."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 12, 2010 19:54:37 GMT -5
"Hmmm, sounds maybe like it could. Here let me see the article." Dean stated. He took the article once Sam handed it over. He looked the thing up and down. Even the picture that was taken. This gave him time to think it over. He licked his lips and then took a sip of his coffee. Afterwards he carefully put his mug down and then grabbed the journal. He flipped it open and began to sift to see if there were any connections at all. Maybe ones that wree leading them in the right direction for once in there lives.
Finally after a few good long minutes of him knowing that Sam was staring the waitress finally came back to see if they wanted anything. Of course Dean had looked between the journal and the menu as much as Sam now had to look at the menu with nothing else better to do. He figured he'd get his order out of the way first so that way things could get done and over with. "Okay I will have the Super Special. Eggs sunside up, four peices of bacon, white toast, and hashbrowns. Sammy you gonna get anything yourself.?" he commented.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 13, 2010 0:26:55 GMT -5
Eli’s heart began to race. The taller of the two—Sammy she believed, at least that is what Dean had referred to him as—had honestly discovered a worthwhile crime that required a thorough investigation. Swallowing her bite of cheesecake, she mulled over what had been said; they were obviously not hunting deer. Although her suspicions may possibly be incorrect, she strongly believed they were of her profession. Despite the fact that her actions might be considered bold or rather impolite Eli cautiously ambled over to their table, cheesecake in hand.
She nibbled absentmindedly at a piece of her dessert. “I do not wish to be seen as discourteous, however I happened to overhear your conversation,” she paused licking a leftover crumb clinging to the edge of her fork, “In all honesty the article you have read has interested me greatly, therefore I was wondering if I could perhaps look it once over myself?” Eli glanced at the newspaper, her green eyes alight with curiosity. Nevertheless, she did not disregard her previous misgivings concerning the two men; Sammy still caused her hair to stand on end—there was unquestionably something different about him, yet she did not quite understand what. She would remain guarded for fear that he was dangerous.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 13, 2010 16:08:38 GMT -5
It was awkward seeing not only the waitress there, but now a girl that had come over to view the article they had. What could interest a girl like her in an article, unless that person (A knew about the supernatural, (B was a hunter themselves,. or (C was naive and just found the article interesting. Sam was hoping for the latter part. The girl looked nice, he supposed. She did have a nice figure that was for sure, but again his reasoning mind wasn't allowing him to see the full potential aspect of it all like the way his brother did. Finally he looked at the waitress and gave his order.
"I'll take a short stack of pancakes, a cup of fruit, and some toast." he stated too her. He watched as the waitress wrote the order down and then walked away with their menus. Sam then looked back over to the girl and Dean. He had to wonder how the brother was going to deal with the girl hovering over him. After all he was the one with the newspaper. Served him right for stealing from right underneath him. He had to give a minor smirk about that.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 16, 2010 5:23:20 GMT -5
Across the table Dean felt very uncomfortable, especially when he felt the girls presence next to him. His instinct hunch hadn't been wrong. He had been watched by the gal. It almost made him want to grasp the newspaper tightly. Yet he refrained from doing so. Instead he tried to relax his body and breath. He then let his gaze tear away from the paper. Naturally it drew to the girl standing next to him. “A lovely woman like you, interested in this.” he said pointing to the newspaper. “Honestly, didn’t think it was that much of an interest.” He was trying to play off the fact that the article was of an interest. Mostly due to the fact he didn’t want her to overhear Sam and his talk about hunting. That was peeve of his. Some days it’s an over annoying one but one none the less. Hunting was to be between him and Sam, that’s the way he wanted it. That and he couldn’t be sure of outside hunters, whether a person was one or not due to the fact that most hunters kept hidden from even other hunters. That and he didn’t want to say what he found from the journal. The fact that there were some small connections, an actual lead they could use. “Here,” he stated with a smile, but flatly to the woman. “Go nuts though if you’d like.” He held up the article. Dean had gotten what he needed from it. He didn’t need the paper any more. That and he had been trying to get rid of her, not in a mean way, but when he had business, it meant just that, business. Naturally it was one of his mechanisms. He thought that gal was pretty and what not, but while deep in as much thought and on edge he was now, flirting was the farthest from his mind, even if it did nag a bit. Be at least he tried to be nice with his attitude. It was early hours and he had, had no sleep, so of course he’d more than likely come on edge a bit.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 18, 2010 1:16:05 GMT -5
“Oh, yes, I find it very fascinating,” Eli replied as she graciously retrieved the article with her free hand. However, her smile faltered, the newspaper slipping from in between her fingers and drifting onto the diner floor. Her entire face grew uncomfortably hot and she imagined her cheeks had become a horrible shade of red. She had perceived the slight edge to his voice and she could sense his irritation. It was now obvious Eli had intruded upon their privacy; the young woman was dreadfully embarrassed. Although, if her profession required her to do so she must compel herself to cross boundaries.
The article had floated under the table. “I apologize for the intrusion,” she said sincerely as she placed her dessert on the tabletop and gingerly ducked beneath the booth. Cringing, Eli contemplated how grimy the floor was; there was no telling how many people had sat at this exact table earlier that day. She hastily seized the newspaper, glancing down at what had been written. “Fascinating indeed,” she murmured. The hunter was 99.9% positive the supernatural was involved.
There had been no plausible answer to the murders, at least none the police could uncover; only a ribbon had been left at the crime scene.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 19, 2010 1:05:34 GMT -5
Sam looked at the girl who was having issues with the newspaper that was once whole. He had to give an inward chuckle about her dropping it. He gazed only briefly though before taking a drink of his coffee. The coffee felt good going down. Each drink he took woke him up more and more. Sam took a then a glance at his brother whom had an eager look on his face, as if he had an answer in mind. Wasn't often that Dean could put two and two together easily. As for the moment though he could tell that Dean was.
"Its no big really. My brother is just tired. He's been almost driving all night." he accused about Dean. He knew his brother should have stopped earlier. But stubborn as his brother was, he knew that he wouldn't of been able to stop him. As Sam looked at the girl a look of curiosity crossed his face. "What's caught your interest in the article....if I may ask that is?" he inquired. In all honesty all he really wanted to do was pick out what she was up to. One of the theories in his head had to be right.
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