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All the kings horses and all the kings men... (apple-pie!verse RP for livinglifewrong)

Mar 27, 2010 21:03

In the end, there hadn't been time to do anything but run. She'd warded the place. Hell, Cas had warded the place but apparently when demons wanted to come acalling they had ways around wards ( Read more... )

rp, dean, apple-pie!verse

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livinglifewrong March 28 2010, 03:33:01 UTC

The back road out of Missouri is a long winding strip of cracked blacktop that yawns wide across the hills and winds through no-name towns, connecting one to the next. The impala is eating up the miles as it speeds towards Illinois; there's a rumor of a selkie out at Kenosha luring people into Lake Michigan.

It's a beautiful day, the windows are rolled down and'The Flight Tonight' is blaring from the speaks. Dean's fingers are drumming against the steering wheel in absence of singing along with Dan McCafferty. Mostly it's because he doesn't have the energy to take pleasure in some of the best things in life at the moment. The seals are breaking left and right and no matter what he does, how hard he pushes to get there, there's nothing he can do about it. It's wearing him down.

Luckily his phone vibrates against his leg, pulling him out of the funk he's settling in. One look at the caller ID and he's cracking a smile that hurts and flipping it open, ready to breath out a 'How's my favorite girl' but the voices tripping over his name ( ... )

cookiecreamcake March 28 2010, 03:55:11 UTC

The only things that are keeping her from losing her mind are the facts that she has to two, frightened, injured girls to take care of, and that going crazy won't do anyone much good right now. Even if she thinks it'd make her feel a little better to do some irrational screaming. Dean's voice actually does a pretty good job of keeping her just on this side of rational.

"I...Dean, they..." she swallows, trying to catch her breath, to make sense, and be a little well...rational about this, "They hit the bakery. It's...oh god it's gone...Whit and Drea..." her eyes slide to both of them as she mentions their name and a lump forms in her throat. These were her girls, her responsibility and because she hadn't warned them about any of this they were broken and bleeding beside her.

"...some kind of demon. I'm not...I know I'm not making any sense...dammit,"

livinglifewrong March 28 2010, 04:19:02 UTC

He's shifting gears and slamming his foot back down on the pedal. There's a little town just twenty miles down the road which means a place to top off the gas tank and an outlet to a highway junction.

"No, you're making plenty of sense." Fucking demons. Not only couldn't he catch a break but now the people he knows are getting hit and hit hard. It's all a crap shoot, he knows, this goddamn apocalyptic aversion bullshit, but it's starting to chafe. "I'm heading your way. Did you call me first?"

"Shit, is there sirens headed your way?"

cookiecreamcake March 28 2010, 09:46:39 UTC

She thinks about it a moment, ears straining before she answers. "There have to be, I mean..." she pulls herself up, looking back over a shoulder at the ruins of her shop, "it's leveled...somebody had to notice. I gotta...come up with some story..." her brain is spinning again, figuring she'll say something about a gas main or something equally ridiculous but more believable than a damn demon strait out of the Bible into nowhere, Kansas ( ... )