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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 19, 2010 1:34:46 GMT -5
After Dean rubbed his face again from exhaustion, he took another sip of his own coffee as he also looked over at the girl who was bending over. As frustrated as he was, she at least was cute. But he really did want to talk to Sam more in private about the hunting thing. He wasn't one for talking about that stuff with strangers around. Especially if he didn't know if that stranger could have been a psychotic person with a grudge. In a subconscience way he was kind of paranoid like that. Yet he knew he had been in the bad so he backed off.
"Here, let me help you. I didn't mean to snap, its just been a really long drive for us thats all." he commented as he got down to help her gather the newspaper. Something seemed very interesting about the girl as he got down near her, but he couldn't quite place exactly what it was. Something comforting, but disturbing at the same time. That kind of feeling like when one's hair tends to crawl near static electricity. He had to think that it had to be due to the fact he was girl crazy, but it somehow at the same time didn't seem to fit straight.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 19, 2010 22:28:00 GMT -5
Eli smiled. “No need to apologize, it is understandable,” she replied, taking hold of the last stray sheet of newspaper. “I can see that you are exhausted.” The hunter could associate with the two men. Her day had begun in the early hours, even prior to the sunrise. However, she disregarded her wariness; her profession always remained her chief priority. Not only had she sensed a peculiarity within the taller individual, the article had been note worthy, overpowering her with an insatiable curiosity. Although her body was worn-out, her mind remained wide awake. Over the years she had grown accustomed to the awkward sleeping patterns. “I do apologize for creating a mess out of your newspaper.”
Kneeling on the hard, cold floor, Eli attempted to reorganize the various pages, glancing periodically at the assorted articles. “Thank you for your assistance,” she said gratefully, pleased by his willingness to lend a hand. Eli was not typically clumsy-she was rather poised-yet she had just about walked into the men before her only minutes ago and now had managed to drop the newspaper. Perhaps her sense of balance was off; people who were sleep deprived often grew unsteady.
She gazed once more at the article in question. “What has caught my interest?” the young woman echoed , considering whether or not she should disclose her fascination with the report. She was not absolutely positive that they were hunters and whether or not their intentions were humane, nevertheless she decideded it would not cause any difficulties if she responded to the question given. “I am interested because law enforcement could not locate a suspect and the blue ribbon left at the crime scene. . .”
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 20, 2010 1:50:28 GMT -5
"Well its not the only disturbing thing. But its the most prominent thing. By the articles standards there was no sense of forced entry. No signs of real struggle. It was as if they had no idea at all that they were being attacked or killed for that matter. As of the moment I don't know what to make of it, but what i do know is that if the police aren't finding any foul play, then that would mean something is fishy. Just have to think of what." he commented with a thoughtful look on his face.
He just stole the diary from under Deans nose to look at it. Naturally he sifted through the few pages he had been looking at before they got interrupted. Carefully he looked at the pages. There dad had come across the same problem to an extent some point in time himself. Or at least a similar event anyways. What mattered was that he had come across something like it. But in the case he had it had to do with a different type but close to similar scenario. This was one good clue that they could use in the hunt that was bound to be before him, which meant there was something supernatural going on. Sam was going to need time to do some minor research over the matter.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 20, 2010 2:38:04 GMT -5
"No problem." he commented back. He looked at the girl as she tried to pick up the newspaper pieces. A swirl of paper and color was the only thing between them. He finally relaxed as he helped pick up the papers. His gaze however never fell from her. He blinked only a few times, still feeling like that there was something about her that made him feel, different being around her. Finally he tore his gaze away from her and put some of the papers back on the table, even if they were disheveled. He at the moment didn't care.
"Its interesting how you find that of interest." he commented. He then found a plate in front of his face. It was there food that had finally came. He leaned back for it to be placed in front of him. He noted that Sam too had gotten his food as well. It had been about time that it had come. He could smell it lingering in the air. Now Sam was going to have to try and talk to a man with a mission for food. "If you'd like, you can sit and finish the article. That's only if you would like, since the paper is a mess." he stated. He had noted that Sam had taken the journal so it left him not to have to explain anything yet and time to stuff face with a cute chick next to him.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 21, 2010 0:20:06 GMT -5
“I agree.” Eli reread the article as she took a seat at the booth; the known facts were exceptionally suspicious. It definitely appeared that the victims were murdered without any prior warning. There had been absolutely no struggle according to the newspaper, which caused Eli to believe they had been sound asleep during the unpleasant incident. Either an ordinary-albeit exceedingly proficient-individual forced entry into the home or someone or something had already occupied the residence. “Not to mention there had been similar killings in the past,” she added. “In addition, the child was spared. Why would that be?”
Why would that be?
Once Eli left the diner, she would unquestionably have to research the story further. She was incredibly knowledgeable on the subject of supernatural creatures, however even subsequent to pondering the various species, the hunter could not attain a plausible answer.
Nevertheless she needed to find out exactly what was behind the mysterious string of deaths or more innocent individuals would become victims. She could not allow that to transpire.
“You look as if you are as fascinated in the article as myself.” She glanced at both men, wondering what was going through their mind. Were they hunters too? Or simply interested in an intriguing yet grisly tale? Despite either answer her outcome was unaffected: no matter what Eli had to bring its escapades to an end.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 22, 2010 15:59:10 GMT -5
Sam looked at the girl when she had asked that question about the article. He supposed it was only fair that she could inquire like they had to her. He tried to stall by eating and getting a drink. Honestly he didn't want to be the one who was going to have to answer first. He wanted Dean to take the wheel on that one. After all Dean was the one so far making all the shots for them. He figured Dean could continue to do so. So he gazed over at his brother and gave him a curious look.
"Um," he started to comment hoping Dean would end up taking the bait of telling. He let the um word even linger in the air for quite a bit. However his brother seemed so far very unbending to talk. To busy in his world of food to even talk. The silence was going to break Sam if Dean didn't say something. In his head he was thinking, Come on Dean tell her already....come on damn it! When a few more seconds went by he finally had to answer it himself. "Well you may find it odd but it gives us something to do to keep us busy. Looking up mysterious things. Must be from watching to much t.v. is my guess. Those crime scene shows can be addicting." he lied the best he could.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 22, 2010 19:08:55 GMT -5
Dean had to roll his eyes at his brother. Boy was his brother such a bad liar. It almost had to make him laugh for how bad off it was. He probably should have said something, but he just didn't get to it in time. He was just hoping Sam would of had a better alibi than that. He should have figured that Sam wouldn't of. Dean pursed his lips a bit and had to try and go along with what Sam had delivered to the girl as to why they were interest in the article. .It was a sever game of who would break first, them or her.
If only they knew she was hunter, it would of been much easier. They could then just tell her the truth. Tell her that they were going to hunt whatever it was that was doing the murders. Instead they had to play beat around the bush. He gave a sigh and then spoke, "Yeah gotta have something to do while traveling the road for a while. After all what else is there to do, except be bored."
He gave his brother a look of pained torture for not having a better alibi. In his head he was cursing to himself. Damn it Sammy. Couldn't you of come up with something better than what you did, he seethed in his mind.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 24, 2010 1:59:49 GMT -5
They were being insincere. Eli could sense the dishonesty in their words. Not only were her empathetic abilities unquestionably helpful, they were horrible liars. In all probability the two men were hunters; Eli was 99.9% positive. After all, there were obvious signs that supported her theory.
Placing the newspaper upon the tabletop, she retrieved her half eaten piece of cheesecake. “Oh? The crime series do not appeal to me,” she replied sincerely. Watching television was a waste of her time; she only ever kept an eye on the news, searching for peculiar-yet fascinating-reports. “However, reality is a great deal more dangerous than petty television shows. I hope you have the intelligence to not meddle in such affairs. You do not want to become caught up in. . .in a situation which is beyond your comprehension.”
She took a bite of her dessert. “I should have introduced myself earlier,” Eli said. They had been conversing for quite awhile and she did not want to be perceived as completely impolite. On rare occasion did she freely disclose her identity to complete strangers, though she might as well make an attempt to gain their trust slowly but surely; befriending other hunters could be of use down the road. “My name is Eli Cross. It has been a pleasure to meet both of you.”
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 25, 2010 16:43:07 GMT -5
Sam tired to look about as innocent as possible. He at least tried that was. Now being successful at doing such was another thing. It was proving to be very difficult. He didn't like having to lie to people. But when it truly came down to what was right and what was easy. The doing what was easy was more in the equation for some peoples sakes. He tried to give a half smile to the girl, however, it seemed so fake in his own mind that he did so. He really felt bad about doing what he was doing.
"Us, trouble, nah. We just merely find these things of high interest. I actually had been studying law before I hit the road with him." he said staring at Dean. "To me looking at stuff like this makes me feel like I have some part of my schooling not going to waste. I guess you could say its my version of a puzzle. There are just some things that I see when I look at articles like this one that make me think that there is no way that any normal person could figure them out. That it would more than likely take someone of a specialty experience to get them taken care of. The kind of thing that the average police would mark as unsolved."
He had come so close to revealing that they were hunters, without even exposing them personally quite yet. It was a fine like to cross. But what could he say, he felt compelled to tell some truths. At least to some extent. He nibbled at some food, minorly content with his choice of words. He still didn't feel 100% better about this situation, but he at least felt somewhat clearer of conscience. Yet he had a funny feeling that if he got any clearer of conscience, he was going to have it smacked out of him by Dean.
"Oh, and then name is Sam....Winchester." he stated, hesitant on letting out his last name. He wasn't sure if that had been a good idea or not. Yet there it was, he couldn't stop from saying it now. Well he could of, but he more didn't. He could feel a small tension in the air and he didn't like it. Thus his caving a bit on some weird instinct.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 26, 2010 23:19:37 GMT -5
Across the table Dean rolled his eyes in exasperation. It was as if Sam was digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself, and it seemed for Dean as well. He almost wanted to face palm himself for how Sam was treating the situation. However, he had to give some leeway in the sense that they hadn't had any sleep for a while, and the night seemed to be ever growing longer as they sat there. He took another sip of coffee and a bite of food before looking back again at either of them with any kind of interest.
"Dean....Winchester." he stated reluctantly. He felt like he got caught up in a trap that now he was going to have trouble getting out of. He felt cornered like a wild animal and he wanted to strike out. Lash out in any way. Put reason into his brother that they should just finish there breakfast and leave so they could get onto hunting. He gave a hard stare at Sam , telling him to shut up before he either hurt himself or got the both of them hurt. Yet he was only that cranky from being so damned tired.
"As for what we can comprehend. You don't want to know what we can comprehend." he said doing air quotes for the word comprehend. "Honestly, we can comprehend quite a bit if you must know. Which reminds me Sam, we have to get back to comprehending what we were doing." With that he took there dads journal back.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 28, 2010 13:32:44 GMT -5
Eli blushed, utterly embarrassed. Folding the newspaper, she placed it on the tabletop as she slid from the booth. “I was not insinuating that you were incapable of comprehension, Mr. Winchester,” she responded. “I had not meant to offend you.” The hunter greatly despised an impertinent attitude, however she had a tendency to rub people the wrong way; unintentionally of course. She was definitely not an outgoing person-the term introvert was relatively accurate-and conversation was something she eagerly avoided unless her profession compelled her to.
“Thank you for allowing me to use your newspaper, Misters Winchester.” She glanced at Sam. He gave the impression of being a bright young man, she wondered why he would quit his studies to travel. “I hope you enjoy your puzzle solving and watch over your-” Eli paused in mid-sentence. An abrupt sense of Déjà vu swept over her. She ardently felt this conversation had already occurred; similar words exchanged, a diner, and Winchester. Winchester?
She now realized why Sam and Dean‘s surname had sounded particularly familiar; there had been a hunter she had encountered who had referred to himself as John Winchester. There was the possibility all three men were related or it was simply a coincidence. “Winchester?” Eli echoed. “Are you by chance related to Mr. John Winchester?”
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jul 28, 2010 19:35:38 GMT -5
Sam had to take a double take about what she last stated. Had she really come across there dad. Could that of really been possible. A part of him felt like it was right, but at the same time he didn't want to believe what he was hearing. A part of him wanted to deny it. Wanted to defy that it was real. Yet somehow it kept nagging at him that it was real, that she really had seen or at least heard of their dad. So if it was true, it meant that he had to of been through the way that they were coming.
He raised a brow at the blondish haired girl with interest. He wanted to inquire, but as if the wind had been knocked out of him, he couldn't. Not at first anyway. He took a moment to breath. He took a deep breath in, lightly licked his lips to wet them a little, and the let the breath out. He now felt a little more like he could talk. Sam made sure he had a locked gaze with the woman. "You-, you saw our father around?" he asked nervously and then muttered something more to salf. "He must of come through here."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 28, 2010 22:42:42 GMT -5
Dean almost felt as if he was about to die from choking on a piece of food. He knew he had heard right. She had said she had met there dad somewhere. The question was though, where? That and why her? What was dad's game? These things he wanted to know. Why dad had taken off and left them to on there own follow his sloppy seconds. Dean didn't fully understand that. He stopped eating after hearing what she had said. Of course they knew John, they knew him very well with Sam and him being Johns sons and all.
"That is a good question Sammy. When did you see him and where? What was he doing or do you know?" he asked quickly he then noted his impatience. "I'm sorry. We just, we have been looking for him for quite some time know. So since you seem to know him. It may give us a clue as to what he has been up to. Or where he is going and what not." He stared now intently at the girl. At this point like a dog who see's a treat, he was now alert and focused.
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Post by ZERACHIEL ?! on Jul 30, 2010 14:09:25 GMT -5
“I do not know him personally,” Eli began, “however I did encounter a Mr. John Winchester on my most recent travels-at a diner about four-to-five hours away.” They had met at a rather unkempt diner a day or two ago; strangely enough, she had requested to borrow his newspaper as well. “He did not speak a great deal, simply questioned my motives.” The hunter John Winchester was quite well-known in the business, however Eli had not come across him until recently. He had proved to be an interesting man and she wondered what brought him to the south; obviously not his sons.
During their brief conversation she had sensed an intense combination of anxiety, determination, and impatience; she had known immediately that his stay would not be extensive. There was something of great importance on his mind and Eli speculated whether or not Sam and Dean were aware of what their father was currently up to. From their inquiries she assumed they did not or at least not the whole story.
“In the course of our conversation he did not discuss his relations or his intentions,” she paused, “People of our profession are not the most direct individuals.” Eli believed the brothers were hunters or in any case familiar with the occupation, although she still opted to remain fairly guarded.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 12, 2010 15:54:53 GMT -5
Sam was not surprised in the slightest about his dad. Then again he always had a bit of something against the man as always. Him and his dad never were able to see eye to eye after the whole him leaving for college thing. That was just something he couldn't seem to let go of at the point of his life that he was at. Yet he wasn't about to show more than even a slight inkling of discomfort towards his dad, especially in front of Eli. It just wouldn't be right of him to do so.
"I see." he stated, only a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Yes our dad is quite a bit of a indirect man. He's not quite a out in the open sort of man. But wait,.of our profession. What do you mean by that anyways?" Sam inquired. He hadn't thought about what she had said up until now. She was a hunter and she had just stated it underhandedly to them. However, he was going to have to let her spill the beans before he could even think about continuing. He had to be sure about it.
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