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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 11:46:08 GMT -5
"Have you seen Crowley?" asked Reese without further introduction. He was still staring out at the beach, watching everyone with an intent expression.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 11:55:20 GMT -5
Finch looked mildly surprised. "Yes, I believe so." He answered, giving Reese an inquisitive look. "He went straight to his tent after you got back. Why?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 14:45:24 GMT -5
"Just keeping an eye on him." said Reese. He wasn't entirely sure how this whole possession thing went, and he didn't intend to be outed by that pretentious creature. Whatever he was.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 14:58:48 GMT -5
Finch made a small noise of agreement, as Crowley had struck him as suspicious as well. "How are Tom and Claire?" He asked, his tone automatically taking on his usual post-number questioning one.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 15:07:14 GMT -5
"Dunno." said Reese simply, an alarming lack of interest in his tone.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 15:09:43 GMT -5
Finch glanced at Reese, a puzzled frown appearing on his otherwise calm face as he surveyed his friend. This was so very unlike him....just this morning, the hacker had been able to tell just how relieved Reese had been to do something. "Are you all right?" He asked, looking at him carefully.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 15:13:03 GMT -5
Reese tilted his head uncharacteristically, in what looked like a somewhat uncomfortable pose. "How well do we know each other?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 15:16:34 GMT -5
Now Finch was really worried. His frown deepened slightly, wondering if maybe Reese was trying to tell him something that was hard to get out. It didn't seem very much like him, but Finch couldn't think of any other explanation. "I'd like to think we know each other quite well, by now." He answered carefully, gazing worriedly at his friend.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 15:18:37 GMT -5
Reese nodded slowly, gaze wandering back out at the humans. Not paying the human behind him any more mind, he got up to leave.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 15:21:30 GMT -5
Finch stood up as well, thinking Reese wanted to take a walk while they talked about whatever was bothering him. As he did so, he leaned over slightly and brushed against the taller man, trying to stretch his back.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 15:23:39 GMT -5
Reese jumped a little, demon still unused to being in a vessel, and whipped around, eyes jet black. He stared at Finch for a second. "Sorry." he said, unaware of his mistake.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 15:25:38 GMT -5
Finch let out a cry of shock and fear, stumbling backwards and only saving himself from falling by grabbing a piece of wreckage for support. "Mr. Reese." He gasped, going quite pale.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 15:27:43 GMT -5
In a second, Reese had realized his mistake. He turned tail and started sprinting down the beach, attracting a good deal of attention.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 15:31:18 GMT -5
Finch simply stared, much too shaken to do anything else for a moment. Then he let out a call to Dean, who was the first person he saw. "There's something wrong with my friend. His eyes..."
"Hey." Sam yelped as he was nearly knocked over. "What the hell, man...what are you doing?" He added, blinking and glancing over his shoulder as if expecting to see someone running after him.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 15:36:09 GMT -5
Without another word, Dean turned and ran towards his bag. He dug through it until he found the right gun - then he aimed straight at Reese's shoulder and fired. Reese fell with an oddly inhuman shriek and collapsed, seemingly unable to move. "Yeah, that was a devil's trap bullet, you unholy sonofabitch." he said, approaching the downed demon. Reese hissed up at him, eyes jet black.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 15:39:36 GMT -5
Finch let out a cry of distress as his friend's body was shot, and he instantly began to limp forward at top speed. "What's wrong with him?" He asked in a panicked tone.
All the noise brought Claire to the door of her tent. She walked out, stumbling drunkenly, and walked directly towards the trees.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 15:47:24 GMT -5
"Stand back!" said Dean, holding the demon down as it started to try and fish the bullet out. "Sam! Demon trap! Roof of my tent! Now!"
"Claire!" called Cas, starting up after her.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 15:51:24 GMT -5
"Right." Sam dashed off, ducking hurriedly into Dean's tent.
"What's happening?" Finch demanded, eyes extremely wide now. "Demon trap, what does that mean? What's happening to him?"
Claire turned around slowly, blinking at him. "Where....where am I?" She asked, trying to get the words out.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 15:58:55 GMT -5
Inside, up on a high shelf, was an invention that was three things: Genius, unconventional, and very Dean. It was a large beach umbrella, complete with a stake so it could be driven into the ground. On the inside of the umbrella, where one would stand, there was a demon trap drawn on in spray paint.
"You remember that black smoke you all decided not to worry about?" said Dean, struggling to keep Reese down. "Now's the time to worry!" He fell back as Reese headbutted him in the face. Before he could recover, the demon had him in a chokehold. "Sam! Any time now!" he wheezed, trying to break free.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 16:03:37 GMT -5
Smiling despite himself, Sam grabbed it and ran out again and back to them. Lifting it, he plunged it deep in the sand over the demon, giving the creature a good punch as well to get it off Dean.
Finch stumbled backwards, looking completely panicked now. "What are you talking about, what could that possibly have to do with him?" He demanded in a rushed tone.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 16:07:15 GMT -5
Dean rolled out of the radius of the umbrella. Reese tried to follow, snarling and staring up at the umbrella when he found he couldn't.
"Demons are real, ghosts are real, angels are real, but they're jerks, dragons, Wendigos, basically every monster you read about as a kid. All real." said Dean from his position lying winded in the sand.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 16:13:07 GMT -5
Finch simply stared at him, making no attempt to respond. He looked torn between laughing, fainting or throwing up. Slowly, his eyes shifted towards Reese, and he began to tremble violently. Of all the people he had feared for on the island, it had seemed like the ex-agent would be all right, at least after he was discovered to be alive.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 8, 2016 21:58:09 GMT -5
"Alright, take it easy, man. Sammy and I'll take care of this." promised Dean, a softer edge to his tone now. He hadn't been aware that the two even knew each other, but clearly they did. "It's kind of our job when we're not busy being the Swiss Family Robinson."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 8, 2016 22:05:47 GMT -5
Sam clearly thought this to be somewhat insensitive. He gave Dean a meaningful look, then turned back to Finch, who was attempting to wrap his mind around all of this. "Uh, hey, why don't you go get something to eat? We'll try to get your friend fixed." He suggested.
"No, thank you." Finch finally spoke after a moment, still trembling but getting more in control. "I have to stay with him. If what you say is true, we're all in danger."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 9, 2016 8:24:19 GMT -5
Dean blinked, looking duly admonished and tried to force and expression of seriousness back on his face. Then he really was serious, as they were attracting a crowd, most of which seemed extremely confused.
"You're in our camp. On the Island. You escaped from the room." explained Cas slowly.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 9, 2016 8:32:10 GMT -5
Claire backed away, hugging herself. "No....no, I'm not stupid." She said forcefully, glaring at Cas fiercely. "You're not real, and I'm never going to fall for your mind tricks again."
Crowley approached the demon from the other side of the umbrella, relatively out of sight from the Winchesters. "State your name." He ordered the demon, quiet enough to be difficult to hear.
Sam followed Dean's gaze, stiffening as he saw the growing crowd. "We'll explain everything later." He called. "For now, just stay back please, everyone."
Sherlock stood right in John's blind spot, looking curiously at the scene. "An....erm....Demon?" He said instead of a greeting.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 9, 2016 8:40:37 GMT -5
"Excuse me - what? Demon?" said John, jumping slightly as he hadn't seen him before. "Sherlock, these people are mad."
The demon's black eyes slid into focus as he considered Crowley, an unimpressed look on his face. "Why?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Stay back?" said Chloe indignantly. "I saw his eyes. What is he?"
Cas stayed where he was, sadly considering her. "If I could reverse what they did to you, I would. But my angel powers are suppressed here." he explained, hoping this information was something that hadn't been generated in the past.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 9, 2016 8:49:02 GMT -5
Claire blinked, twice, looking surprised and confused. She didn't answer, just stared at him silently as if waiting for an explanation.
"I am your king." Crowley hissed, eyes flashing. "And you are at my mercy. Tell me your name, and you will at least have a relatively painless death." The words were spat out with a good deal of force.
"And yet we all saw the black smoke." Sherlock reasoned, frowning in thought. "So obviously, they must have either engineered it as some sort of prank, or scare tactic, or they were simply naive enough to buy into it. Maybe I'll question the so-called demon myself."
"He's a demon." Sam explained patiently. "Look, we don't have to to explain everything right now."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 9, 2016 8:57:17 GMT -5
The demon raised his eyebrows. "You're my king." he repeated disbelievingly. "Right. Well, you can't kill me. You can only kill this lovely vessel of mine, after which I'll go right on using it."
"You think the other people - the people who captured that girl, they did it? To frighten us?" questioned John.
"This island...is very strange." continued Cas, taking this as a good sign. "It blocks out my powers, so for the moment, I'm almost as human as anyone. With some minor differences." He flipped his trench coat aside briefly, revealing the several bullet holes in his coat.
"Yes you do." said Chloe. "Look, I know you'd love to be Mr. Expert on this, but the longer you hold out the more of a crowd you're gonna draw. Only way you'll be able to work here without being constantly interrupted is to explain what the hell is going on here."
Dean raised his eyebrows, looking mildly impressed with her initiative. "She's got a point, Sammy. Demon's not going anywhere unless someone knocks this umbrella over."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 9, 2016 9:06:56 GMT -5
Claire's wide eyes flicked down to the bullet holes, then back to his face. "We...we really escaped?" She repeated uncertainly. She wanted desperately to believe it....but if she was wrong again, she thought she might die.
Crowley smiled humorlessly, pulling out an angel blade and showing him. "Know what this is?" He questioned.
Sam raised his eyebrows, not knowing what to say. "Fine." He agreed after a moment of trying to figure out how to disagree. "Monsters are real. Dean and I are hunters, which means we hunt and kill them."
"Maybe, maybe not." Sherlock answered distractedly, staring at Sam. "He at least believes what he's saying, and he certainly hunts something for a living."
"But how will you do that without hurting John?" Finch asked warily.
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