To find what can't be found (rp for needzmoarpie)

[mybrotherskeep]

(timestamp: post the reunionIn the end they'd stayed at Bobby's three weeks. Sam had willingly taken the cot down in the panic room, even as Dean grumbled behind him, and waited, leaned against the wall and making eye contact with his brother as Dean locked him in ever night. And dammit, seeing the pained look on his brother's face was enough to

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[possemagnet]

"Well, it's no panic room," Dean said- trying to make light of a bad situation. He tossed his bag onto the bed too and let his body fall into it with the nice rock and squeak of the springs. He groaned and stretched out his legs and then looked over to Sam.

"Yeah, home sweet home."

[mybrotherskeep]

He snorted at Dean's comment, his joke falling a little flat, but Sam couldn't help but admit it was true. He lowered himself Ono his own bed, hands falling between his knees a he sat, rolling his neck from one side to another. "So what do you think we're dealing with? It's managed to kill at least twelve people in the past two months," Sam had done his research when Dean had brought up the hunt, and what he found didn't tell them much beyond that the thing was ruthless and had an impressive body count, "and the local authorities who investigated the first three dissappearances ended up missin right along side them. Since then they've been a little hesitant to look into it since,"

[possemagnet]

"Well, it's obviously no vampire coven or a werewolf... they leave a stain and this thing is precise," Dean managed. "We're dealing with a real hunter, no sloppy seconds."

[mybrotherskeep]

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, and sighing as he let himself fall back onto the bed, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a sigh. "Something that doesn't seem like it's going to stop anytime soon. The death's don't seem messy enough for Wendigo or Black Dog - and we're too urban for them anyway. Dammit, I'm rusty at this,"