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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 9:19:39 GMT -5
"Nothing to wait for." Sherlock's voice had already become harder to hear because he was walking so fast, and he didn't slow down even for John. "If you want to talk to me, arrange a nice murder."
"Hey." Crowley shouted, running towards what he thought to be a fellow demon. "I am your king, and I demand to speak with you!"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 9:23:21 GMT -5
The creature turned, then barreled straight towards him, hitting him with a good deal of force and knocking him flat. Then it made another wail and tore off toward the beach.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 9:28:18 GMT -5
Crowley lay there, breath knocked out of his for a second, before he stood and stared angrily after it. "I am your king!" He shouted, heading after it. "And I command that you speak to me, immediately, or there will be consequences!"
Sam turned suddenly, frowning as he heard the wail. "What was that?"
Carl glanced up from cleaning his gun, frowning. He snapped the weapon back together and loaded it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 9:31:13 GMT -5
"Dunno." said Dean, making sure his gun was at the ready. Suddenly the smoke monster barreled onto the beach, howling and charging at people in random. "Woah!" said Dean, leaping sideways out of its way and landing in the sand. "The hell is that thing?" he shouted at Sam.
Rick stumbled backward, grabbing Judith and heading for the tent. "Get to cover!" he shouted.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 9:37:47 GMT -5
"Demon?!" Sam suggested, backing away. "Cas, do you know?"
Carl aimed his gun, but instantly realised that was pointless, so instead he dashed in the opposite direction.
Crowley emerged from the jungle, red faced both from anger and from running. "You're not gonna like what I'll do to you!" He bellowed, eyes murderous.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 9:41:25 GMT -5
"It does appear demonic!" shouted Cas over the noise. "There're something...strange about it though. It's different somehow! Not a normal demon!"
Chloe screamed as it approached her and fired four rounds into the thing. Surprisingly it screeched and dissipated, ghostlike, then re-collected itself and went for Dean, picking him up off the ground and flinging him across the beach. He crashed into a tree trunk and his gun went flying in the opposite direction.
"Are you crazy?" shouted Glenn at Crowley. "Run!"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 9:45:47 GMT -5
"Don't be ridiculous." Crowley snarled, shading his eyes to stare at the "demon". "It won't hurt me. It wouldn't dare."
"Dean." Sam shouted, running towards his brother to help him up.
Carol dove, grabbing the gun. She rolled over, eyes narrowed and focused, and fired a shot at the smoke monster.
When he realised bullets were effective, Carl turned and aimed his gun, firing whenever he saw the thing.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 9:48:51 GMT -5
The creature seemed to become disoriented from being fired at so many times. Eventually it re-collected itself and charged out of camp, making sure to knock over Crowley again on its way out.
Dean winced, standing up and grabbing his gun. "What kind of demon is scared of actual bullets?" he asked Sam, frowning.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 9:55:32 GMT -5
"Moron!" Crowley hollered, picking himself up slower this time and dusting himself off pointedly.
Carol stood glancing at Dean. "Nice gun." She commented, handing it back.
"No idea." Sam shook his head. "What kind of demon makes that sound? Or doesn't try to possess anyone?"
"Sorry, demon?" Carl approached the brothers, still holding his gun but pointing it safely downward.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 9:58:31 GMT -5
"Thanks." said Dean to Carol. "Yours too." he said, seeing her sleek silver revolver. He turned to Carl. "Look, kid, I don't really have time for the whole 'it's all real' speech right now. Yeah, that was a demon."
"Of some sort, anyway." said Cas, still staring with narrowed eyes into the jungle.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 10:03:28 GMT -5
Carl didn't look like he believed him, but he didn't bother arguing. "Well, apparently you've got an angel too." He pointed out, gesturing to Cas. "So can't they duke it out or something?"
Crowley stalked over to them, glowering at the Winchesters. "That was no bloody demon I've ever seen." He growled. "You find a way to make it disappear, I want in."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 10:06:07 GMT -5
"It's not that simple." said Cas irritably. "And...I'm not an angel. I'm a plumber." he added.
"Rogue friend hurt your feelings, Crowley?" said Dean unsympathetically.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 10:12:09 GMT -5
Crowley was evidently not in the mood. "That thing wasn't just a rogue, squirrel, or I'd recognize the flying b.astard. There's clearly something the matter with it, it pushed me. WHO PUSHES THE KING OF HELL?" He shouted suddenly, making Carl take a couple steps back.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 10:16:06 GMT -5
Dean shrugged apologetically at Rick and made a "he's crazy" hand motion around his head.
(Another timeskip but muse poofed so later)
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 17:21:51 GMT -5
John was looking for Sherlock, who had been growing increasingly manic over the days on the island.
"Cas!" shouted Dean into the jungle. He turned anxiously to Sam. "I dunno, man. He's never been gone this long before. What if something screwed him up, and he couldn't fix it without his mojo?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 18:24:35 GMT -5
Sherlock was technically walking, though it was more like running as far as speed went. He had unwisely chosen to walk by the rest of the group, even though he felt somewhat unhinged, out if control. He couldn't stop himself, the boredom was too much, and it manifested itself in angry outburst towards anything that got in his way, be it sand, a tent...anything.
Sam shook his head, worried. "I don't know." He admitted, peering through the the woods. "I mean, it's Cas."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 26, 2016 18:56:01 GMT -5
"Exactly. It's Cas." said Dean agitatedly. "I dunno if you've noticed, Sammy, but the guy's not exactly the patron angel of good judgement calls."
Carl was walking up behind him, getting ready to tell him something or other.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 26, 2016 19:02:40 GMT -5
Sam sighed. "Well, what can we do?" He pointed out. "I mean we can't exactly go running off into the unknown right now. That demon thing is still out there."
Sherlock didn't notice, completely distracted by his own out of control behavior. Somehow, everything felt a lot more intimidating then it really was, as if the basket of fruit he'd just kicked and sent flying was personally responsible for his agitation.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 28, 2016 11:27:40 GMT -5
Carl tapped him on the back. "Hey, buddy. You okay?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 28, 2016 11:32:38 GMT -5
Sherlock whipped around, slapping the boy with full force across the face with the back of his hand. He didn't even feel in control, he couldn't think. By the time he realized what he was doing, he had pulled out his gun and fired, twice.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 28, 2016 11:40:25 GMT -5
Carl instinctively rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding being shot. Rick turned around and saw the scene: Sherlock with a gun, and Carl on the ground. "NO!" he shouted, firing at Sherlock's shoulder. Watson turned his head sharply, eyes widening as he saw what had happened.
Dean turned around. "Was that a gunshot?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 28, 2016 11:45:29 GMT -5
Sam choked on his fruit snack, dropping the bag and running towards the scene. "Woah, hey. Stop."
The bullet connected with Sherlock's shoulder, but he hardly even felt it. He started at the ground, a startled frown touching the edges of his face as he tried to figure out what had just happened. He tried to replay the scene in his mind, not noticing the sudden shouts all around him, and slowly pieced together that he'd almost killed someone.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 28, 2016 11:51:44 GMT -5
Rick's first connected with his jaw, knocking him onto the ground. Carl pushed himself into a sitting position, staring at Sherlock as trying to figure out what had just happened. Rick was about to keep attacking Sherlock, but just then John showed up and tackled him. The two started up a violent fight, drawing curious onlookers from all around.
Dean arrived on the scene. "Woah, woah, woah, HEY! Settle down!" he said, trying to shove his way into the packed circle.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 28, 2016 11:55:11 GMT -5
Sam arrived and grabbed John, yanking him backwards. "Hey man, calm down alright? We don't need a fight, we need to figure out what happened, and we can't do that if we start throwing punches, okay?"
Sherlock blinking, suddenly realising he was lying on the ground, facing Carl. The boy looked as confused as he was, and the ringing in the detective's ear made it impossible to tell what was going on. He just knew people were shouting. He wished they wouldn't.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 28, 2016 11:57:30 GMT -5
"He shot my friend!" protested John, trying to look around Sam's shoulder to see if Sherlock was okay.
Dean got right in front of Rick and punched him in the face, knocking him down into the sand. "Not helping!" he shouted, physically making sure to keep them separated.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 28, 2016 12:07:15 GMT -5
"I know he did, but right now we need to talk this out, okay?" Sam persisted, looking directly in Watson's eyes.
John's voice startled Sherlock enough to glance up, and he realized there was already a crowd of people. He glanced down at his shoulder, surprise to discover his sleeve was damp with blood.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 28, 2016 12:10:44 GMT -5
Rick shoved Dean aside and pulled Sherlock to his feet, clapping him in handcuffs. "It's not entirely personal." he said evenly to Dean as he made a move to stop him. "He almost shot someone. A kid. He's a danger." Dean looked uncomfortable but allowed him to proceed.
"You let him go." said John, trying to get past Sam again.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 28, 2016 12:14:12 GMT -5
Sam was forced to push him back, stopping him. "I know he's your friend, man, but he did almost shoot a kid. This might be for his own good, too."
Sherlock let himself be pulled up, not even resisting the handcuffs. "No, it's all right, John." He said quietly, resigned and suddenly very tired.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 28, 2016 12:26:30 GMT -5
"Trust me, it's not." said John. He turned to Sherlock. "No, it's really not!" he insisted. Rick led him to the tent and cuffed him to a makeshift bed.
Dean pulled Carl to his feet. "You okay, kid?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 28, 2016 12:31:46 GMT -5
"Yeah." Carl watched Sherlock get led away, replacing his hat to his head. "Not the first time I've nearly been shot." Or the second. Or third, for that matter. Still, he could sympathize, he'd lost control before too.
Sherlock simply lay down, closing his bright blue eyes and ignoring the chaos. He needed to think. Or stop thinking, that would work too.
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