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JJSW at 00:06, 20 September 2017

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Justanothername at 04:00, 19 September 2017

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	\|Synopsis=After receiving word of Dean's possession, a team goes out of their way to get White Eyes out of the Elder Winchester's body. Things don't go as planned.		\|Synopsis=After receiving word of Dean's possession, a team goes out of their way to get White Eyes out of the Elder Winchester's body. Things don't go as planned.
	\|Thanks=Dean Winchester		\|Thanks=Dean Winchester
	\|Cast of Characters=~~Dean Winchester~~, 1379, ~~Winifred Burkle~~, ~~Sam Winchester~~, 5		\|Cast of Characters=306, 1379, 160, 294, 5
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Justanothername at 02:27, 19 September 2017

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	:'''{{#var:160\|Winifred Burkle (160)}} has posed:'''<br>It’s been hours on the road from New York City to here for Fred and Sam. The time have been tense, with bursts of conversation and planning and then anxious silence. They know only some of what awaits them at Bobby’s house. The demon’s purpose and what he’s done with Bobby is still a mystery. At least they now know that May and Jo are alright, despite the unmoveable Impala on the side of the road. <br><br>Acquiring two more allies as well as the sleepy bomb from Fred’s stash that she left in the car from the Crossroads fight is certainly a boon in her opinion. <br><br>Fred is not one of the people who have visited Bobby before. Or South Dakota, even. However, she makes an educated guess that they’re getting close when locusts start to hit against the car and windshield. Behind the wheel, the physicist slows but does not stop the car. She’s not as skilled a driver as Sam is, but she manages to push them through the almost biblical plague intact. “It’s not a Bible verse, but I’m starting to think the most appropriate one is, ‘When Moses was in Egypt’s Land, ‘Let my people go.’’ ‘Course the last part is actually a Bible verse, so that’s really a twofor. Either way, that wasn’t pleasant and doesn’t really much bode well for what else he can do. Last thing we want are boils. Or frogs. I didn’t even like dissecting them in class. Locusts were at the end of the plagues, yeah? After that came darkness?” It’s been a little while since Fred rambled quite like this. It’s either a testament to leaving the Winchester apartment or how close they are to the anticipated showdown. <br><br>Once through the bugs, the slowing of the car turns into a stop. She scans the five figures in the distance. “They’re probably expecting us from the front. Buncha places to hide, for them and us.” <br><br>		:'''{{#var:160\|Winifred Burkle (160)}} has posed:'''<br>It’s been hours on the road from New York City to here for Fred and Sam. The time have been tense, with bursts of conversation and planning and then anxious silence. They know only some of what awaits them at Bobby’s house. The demon’s purpose and what he’s done with Bobby is still a mystery. At least they now know that May and Jo are alright, despite the unmoveable Impala on the side of the road. <br><br>Acquiring two more allies as well as the sleepy bomb from Fred’s stash that she left in the car from the Crossroads fight is certainly a boon in her opinion. <br><br>Fred is not one of the people who have visited Bobby before. Or South Dakota, even. However, she makes an educated guess that they’re getting close when locusts start to hit against the car and windshield. Behind the wheel, the physicist slows but does not stop the car. She’s not as skilled a driver as Sam is, but she manages to push them through the almost biblical plague intact. “It’s not a Bible verse, but I’m starting to think the most appropriate one is, ‘When Moses was in Egypt’s Land, ‘Let my people go.’’ ‘Course the last part is actually a Bible verse, so that’s really a twofor. Either way, that wasn’t pleasant and doesn’t really much bode well for what else he can do. Last thing we want are boils. Or frogs. I didn’t even like dissecting them in class. Locusts were at the end of the plagues, yeah? After that came darkness?” It’s been a little while since Fred rambled quite like this. It’s either a testament to leaving the Winchester apartment or how close they are to the anticipated showdown. <br><br>Once through the bugs, the slowing of the car turns into a stop. She scans the five figures in the distance. “They’re probably expecting us from the front. Buncha places to hide, for them and us.” <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>The road always brings gifts. <br><br>It’s a distant thought that Sam had experienced when he’d spotted that Impala and had asked Fred to stop the car. <br><br>But hearing the demon had white eyes had cast him into a pensive silence, folded him up in the front passenger’s seat with his hand over his eyes. He conducts his grapple with despair in silence. He’d passed out two more anti-possession necklaces prior to slipping off into this dark inner world. <br><br>But when the first locust hits the windshield he sits up with narrowed eyes. Fred’s observation casts him into Professional Mode, and it’s as if he had never had a doubt in his life. Because now that he can see some of what they’re up against, a plan is starting to present itself. <br><br>“Park there,” he says, tense, pointing to an old open barn off the side of the road. “The property’s up ahead. Park before they can see us.” <br><br>Then the young man half turns around to look at May and Jo. <br><br>The oddity of Sam’s upbringing has had a profound effect on him. Sometimes his youth is obvious: he is uncertain and hopeful all at once. Sometimes, he is twice or even three times as old behind the eyes as he really is. Now he looks ancient, someone who has gone beyond “seen too much”, gone beyond “experienced too much.” He hasn’t stared into the Abyss; he’s sat in the passenger’s seat of a classic car while other men drove straight through it. Or, in this case, a woman, through a cloud of locusts. <br><br>That weight is in his eyes now. They’re flat, hazel reflecting mostly the color green today, emotion pushed far from him. At the least, the matte black the irises (though not the sclera) have been known to display in response to anger lately is missing. <br><b>“White-eyes doesn’t know you three are coming. He only knows for sure that I am.” <br><br>He removes a salt shotgun from beneath his feet. Cocks it. Loads it. “So. I go in obvious. You ladies go in stealth. Attack when the time seems right. I imagine it will want to talk to me before the violence starts. Agent May will know the right moment.” <br><br>It’s Agent May’s eyes he looks into now, because he knows several things. He knows Fred and Jo will hate this plan. He also knows it’s probably their only chance. He knows May will get that. He knows that she’ll get them out of there if she has to. There are senior agents who have never displayed the kind of grim, knowing bleakness that sits in his eyes now. He’s counting on her to make the hard calls and to make these two women her priority if it comes to that. And to lead them to some sort of successful conclusion, if she can. <br><br>		:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>The road always brings gifts. <br><br>It’s a distant thought that Sam had experienced when he’d spotted that Impala and had asked Fred to stop the car. <br><br>But hearing the demon had white eyes had cast him into a pensive silence, folded him up in the front passenger’s seat with his hand over his eyes. He conducts his grapple with despair in silence. He’d passed out two more anti-possession necklaces prior to slipping off into this dark inner world. <br><br>But when the first locust hits the windshield he sits up with narrowed eyes. Fred’s observation casts him into Professional Mode, and it’s as if he had never had a doubt in his life. Because now that he can see some of what they’re up against, a plan is starting to present itself. <br><br>“Park there,” he says, tense, pointing to an old open barn off the side of the road. “The property’s up ahead. Park before they can see us.” <br><br>Then the young man half turns around to look at May and Jo. <br><br>The oddity of Sam’s upbringing has had a profound effect on him. Sometimes his youth is obvious: he is uncertain and hopeful all at once. Sometimes, he is twice or even three times as old behind the eyes as he really is. Now he looks ancient, someone who has gone beyond “seen too much”, gone beyond “experienced too much.” He hasn’t stared into the Abyss; he’s sat in the passenger’s seat of a classic car while other men drove straight through it. Or, in this case, a woman, through a cloud of locusts. <br><br>That weight is in his eyes now. They’re flat, hazel reflecting mostly the color green today, emotion pushed far from him. At the least, the matte black the irises (though not the sclera) have been known to display in response to anger lately is missing. <br><br>“White-eyes doesn’t know you three are coming. He only knows for sure that I am.” <br><br>He removes a salt shotgun from beneath his feet. Cocks it. Loads it. “So. I go in obvious. You ladies go in stealth. Attack when the time seems right. I imagine it will want to talk to me before the violence starts. Agent May will know the right moment.” <br><br>It’s Agent May’s eyes he looks into now, because he knows several things. He knows Fred and Jo will hate this plan. He also knows it’s probably their only chance. He knows May will get that. He knows that she’ll get them out of there if she has to. There are senior agents who have never displayed the kind of grim, knowing bleakness that sits in his eyes now. He’s counting on her to make the hard calls and to make these two women her priority if it comes to that. And to lead them to some sort of successful conclusion, if she can. <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:5\|Melinda May (5)}} has posed:'''<br>Being stranded on the side of the highway with all dead electronics and a stalled out Impala and a MISSING DEAN does not a happy May make. She’d been fully prepared to leave Jo with the car and walk to the nearest phone, but that’s about when Sam and Fred pull up. Her first words to the pair are to demand Sam’s cell phone, and then she spends the next several minutes talking with someone in SHIELD as they transfer whatever they need from the Impala’s trunk to Fred’s car and get underway again. <br><br>“Sam, Another senior agent is going to see that the Impala is returned to New York and any damages are repaired. He’s taken care of her for Dean before.” And, Sam might have seen Lola in passing. <br><br>Upon reaching the city with an airport, May directs them toward it, where she meets up with the SHIELD personnel waiting there beside a quinjet. There’s body armor and comms and gear for everyone as well as replacement electronics for May, and despite it being a VERY close fit, Fred’s car is loaded into the jet and they’re underway again with May doing the piloting. <br><br>The atmospheric situation forces them to land several miles away from their target location and drive the rest of the way. The locusts have May muttering something in Cantonese, and then Sam lays out the plan. Her reply is to simply nod and then look at Fred and Jo. Both have seen her at work before, though under completely different situations. This should be interesting. <br><br>May can’t help but wish a sniper had been available to join them. <br><br>		:'''{{#var:5\|Melinda May (5)}} has posed:'''<br>Being stranded on the side of the highway with all dead electronics and a stalled out Impala and a MISSING DEAN does not a happy May make. She’d been fully prepared to leave Jo with the car and walk to the nearest phone, but that’s about when Sam and Fred pull up. Her first words to the pair are to demand Sam’s cell phone, and then she spends the next several minutes talking with someone in SHIELD as they transfer whatever they need from the Impala’s trunk to Fred’s car and get underway again. <br><br>“Sam, Another senior agent is going to see that the Impala is returned to New York and any damages are repaired. He’s taken care of her for Dean before.” And, Sam might have seen Lola in passing. <br><br>Upon reaching the city with an airport, May directs them toward it, where she meets up with the SHIELD personnel waiting there beside a quinjet. There’s body armor and comms and gear for everyone as well as replacement electronics for May, and despite it being a VERY close fit, Fred’s car is loaded into the jet and they’re underway again with May doing the piloting. <br><br>The atmospheric situation forces them to land several miles away from their target location and drive the rest of the way. The locusts have May muttering something in Cantonese, and then Sam lays out the plan. Her reply is to simply nod and then look at Fred and Jo. Both have seen her at work before, though under completely different situations. This should be interesting. <br><br>May can’t help but wish a sniper had been available to join them. <br><br>

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	\|Poses=:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>The road gifted more than tortured time. The drive from Hell’s Kitchen to rural South Dakota was long, but thanks to Alistair’s actions against the Impala, it also provided Sam and Fred two allies along the way. The black Impala on the side of the road was unmistakable. It had garnered attention immediately, and both May and Jo joined the foray. <br><br>While discussion had been short thanks to not really knowing what they’re getting into, the details seemed to align. Something had Dean. It occupied his body with its flat-white eyes and sadistic smile. Whoever it is has little regard for kindness and, presumably, roughed him up before choosing to take up residence. <br><br>It also became clear that the creature’s machinations had some intent. Those encountering demons regularly know full-well they ride their vessels hard. But many just seemed to want power. Something about this particular demon seemed different--purposive, even. <br><br>But after those details had been exchanged, there was little else to say. It was hard to plan without knowing what they faced… <br><br>Hours passed before they saw its first indication. Any who’d visited Bobby in South Dakota before would know the oddity of the prairie’s big open skies. Today, however, the sky itself dreads whatever will happen here. A swirl of grey, orange, pink, and red calls upwards in an incredibly odd storm. No rain falls. No wind blows. Yet the sky swirls in impossibility overhead. <br><b>Driving down the rural range road kicks up dust as the car moves, but something else hits hard against the car with each passing moment. The faint clunk of something meeting metal presents at a strange pace. Random enough not to be something wrong with the car, but loud enough to know that outside they’re hitting something.. Or something is hitting them. <br><br>The number of them grows as does the sound. The barrage of brown-green bugs--locusts that have presumably infested the area--pushes against the windshield. And should the driver just continue on their course, they pass the warning as quickly as they’d come to it, producing a house in the distance. <br><br>If they didn’t know better, a passerby would assume the people outside are enjoying a barbeque, a true wonder with skies like these. They see five figures for certain. It’s impossible to know if there’s more kicking around. <br><br>		\|Poses=:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>The road gifted more than tortured time. The drive from Hell’s Kitchen to rural South Dakota was long, but thanks to Alistair’s actions against the Impala, it also provided Sam and Fred two allies along the way. The black Impala on the side of the road was unmistakable. It had garnered attention immediately, and both May and Jo joined the foray. <br><br>While discussion had been short thanks to not really knowing what they’re getting into, the details seemed to align. Something had Dean. It occupied his body with its flat-white eyes and sadistic smile. Whoever it is has little regard for kindness and, presumably, roughed him up before choosing to take up residence. <br><br>It also became clear that the creature’s machinations had some intent. Those encountering demons regularly know full-well they ride their vessels hard. But many just seemed to want power. Something about this particular demon seemed different--purposive, even. <br><br>But after those details had been exchanged, there was little else to say. It was hard to plan without knowing what they faced… <br><br>Hours passed before they saw its first indication. Any who’d visited Bobby in South Dakota before would know the oddity of the prairie’s big open skies. Today, however, the sky itself dreads whatever will happen here. A swirl of grey, orange, pink, and red calls upwards in an incredibly odd storm. No rain falls. No wind blows. Yet the sky swirls in impossibility overhead. <br><br>Driving down the rural range road kicks up dust as the car moves, but something else hits hard against the car with each passing moment. The faint clunk of something meeting metal presents at a strange pace. Random enough not to be something wrong with the car, but loud enough to know that outside they’re hitting something.. Or something is hitting them. <br><br>The number of them grows as does the sound. The barrage of brown-green bugs--locusts that have presumably infested the area--pushes against the windshield. And should the driver just continue on their course, they pass the warning as quickly as they’d come to it, producing a house in the distance. <br><br>If they didn’t know better, a passerby would assume the people outside are enjoying a barbeque, a true wonder with skies like these. They see five figures for certain. It’s impossible to know if there’s more kicking around. <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:1379\|Jo Harvelle (1379)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a quiet Jo Harvelle who huddles on the back seat of the Impala. She's worried about Dean, and about Sam (given what Dean had told her before), and trying not to show it. She's failing - not badly but enough. <br><br>The swarm of locusts has the blonde leaning forward, against the seat belt, and peering out the window. "If I was more devout than I am, I'd probably be able to quote a bible verse or two." She mutters, eyes narrowing as she takes the upcoming house in. "Well they probably ain't Riders, given there's five of them but they're likely trouble all the same." <br><br>		:'''{{#var:1379\|Jo Harvelle (1379)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a quiet Jo Harvelle who huddles on the back seat of the Impala. She's worried about Dean, and about Sam (given what Dean had told her before), and trying not to show it. She's failing - not badly but enough. <br><br>The swarm of locusts has the blonde leaning forward, against the seat belt, and peering out the window. "If I was more devout than I am, I'd probably be able to quote a bible verse or two." She mutters, eyes narrowing as she takes the upcoming house in. "Well they probably ain't Riders, given there's five of them but they're likely trouble all the same." <br><br>

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	\|Cast of Characters=Dean Winchester, 1379, Winifred Burkle, Sam Winchester, 5		\|Cast of Characters=Dean Winchester, 1379, Winifred Burkle, Sam Winchester, 5
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Justanothername at 02:21, 19 September 2017

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	\|Poses=:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>The road gifted more than tortured time. The drive from Hell’s Kitchen to rural South Dakota was long, but thanks to Alistair’s actions against the Impala, it also provided Sam and Fred two allies along the way. The black Impala on the side of the road was unmistakable. It had garnered attention immediately, and both May and Jo joined the foray. <br><br>While discussion had been short thanks to not really knowing what they’re getting into, the details seemed to align. Something had Dean. It occupied his body with its flat-white eyes and sadistic smile. Whoever it is has little regard for kindness and, presumably, roughed him up before choosing to take up residence. <br><br>It also became clear that the creature’s machinations had some intent. Those encountering demons regularly know full-well they ride their vessels hard. But many just seemed to want power. Something about this particular demon seemed different--purposive, even. <br><br>But after those details had been exchanged, there was little else to say. It was hard to plan without knowing what they faced… <br><br>Hours passed before they saw its first indication. Any who’d visited Bobby in South Dakota before would know the oddity of the prairie’s big open skies. Today, however, the sky itself dreads whatever will happen here. A swirl of grey, orange, pink, and red calls upwards in an incredibly odd storm. No rain falls. No wind blows. Yet the sky swirls in impossibility overhead. <br><b>Driving down the rural range road kicks up dust as the car moves, but something else hits hard against the car with each passing moment. The faint clunk of something meeting metal presents at a strange pace. Random enough not to be something wrong with the car, but loud enough to know that outside they’re hitting something.. Or something is hitting them. <br><br>The number of them grows as does the sound. The barrage of brown-green bugs--locusts that have presumably infested the area--pushes against the windshield. And should the driver just continue on their course, they pass the warning as quickly as they’d come to it, producing a house in the distance. <br><br>If they didn’t know better, a passerby would assume the people outside are enjoying a barbeque, a true wonder with skies like these. They see five figures for certain. It’s impossible to know if there’s more kicking around. <br><br>		\|Poses=:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>The road gifted more than tortured time. The drive from Hell’s Kitchen to rural South Dakota was long, but thanks to Alistair’s actions against the Impala, it also provided Sam and Fred two allies along the way. The black Impala on the side of the road was unmistakable. It had garnered attention immediately, and both May and Jo joined the foray. <br><br>While discussion had been short thanks to not really knowing what they’re getting into, the details seemed to align. Something had Dean. It occupied his body with its flat-white eyes and sadistic smile. Whoever it is has little regard for kindness and, presumably, roughed him up before choosing to take up residence. <br><br>It also became clear that the creature’s machinations had some intent. Those encountering demons regularly know full-well they ride their vessels hard. But many just seemed to want power. Something about this particular demon seemed different--purposive, even. <br><br>But after those details had been exchanged, there was little else to say. It was hard to plan without knowing what they faced… <br><br>Hours passed before they saw its first indication. Any who’d visited Bobby in South Dakota before would know the oddity of the prairie’s big open skies. Today, however, the sky itself dreads whatever will happen here. A swirl of grey, orange, pink, and red calls upwards in an incredibly odd storm. No rain falls. No wind blows. Yet the sky swirls in impossibility overhead. <br><b>Driving down the rural range road kicks up dust as the car moves, but something else hits hard against the car with each passing moment. The faint clunk of something meeting metal presents at a strange pace. Random enough not to be something wrong with the car, but loud enough to know that outside they’re hitting something.. Or something is hitting them. <br><br>The number of them grows as does the sound. The barrage of brown-green bugs--locusts that have presumably infested the area--pushes against the windshield. And should the driver just continue on their course, they pass the warning as quickly as they’d come to it, producing a house in the distance. <br><br>If they didn’t know better, a passerby would assume the people outside are enjoying a barbeque, a true wonder with skies like these. They see five figures for certain. It’s impossible to know if there’s more kicking around. <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:1379\|Jo Harvelle (1379)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a quiet Jo Harvelle who huddles on the back seat of the Impala. She's worried about Dean, and about Sam (given what Dean had told her before), and trying not to show it. She's failing - not badly but enough. <br><b>The swarm of locusts has the blonde leaning forward, against the seat belt, and peering out the window. "If I was more devout than I am, I'd probably be able to quote a bible verse or two." She mutters, eyes narrowing as she takes the upcoming house in. "Well they probably ain't Riders, given there's five of them but they're likely trouble all the same." <br><br>		:'''{{#var:1379\|Jo Harvelle (1379)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a quiet Jo Harvelle who huddles on the back seat of the Impala. She's worried about Dean, and about Sam (given what Dean had told her before), and trying not to show it. She's failing - not badly but enough. <br><br>The swarm of locusts has the blonde leaning forward, against the seat belt, and peering out the window. "If I was more devout than I am, I'd probably be able to quote a bible verse or two." She mutters, eyes narrowing as she takes the upcoming house in. "Well they probably ain't Riders, given there's five of them but they're likely trouble all the same." <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:160\|Winifred Burkle (160)}} has posed:'''<br>It’s been hours on the road from New York City to here for Fred and Sam. The time have been tense, with bursts of conversation and planning and then anxious silence. They know only some of what awaits them at Bobby’s house. The demon’s purpose and what he’s done with Bobby is still a mystery. At least they now know that May and Jo are alright, despite the unmoveable Impala on the side of the road. <br><br>Acquiring two more allies as well as the sleepy bomb from Fred’s stash that she left in the car from the Crossroads fight is certainly a boon in her opinion. <br><br>Fred is not one of the people who have visited Bobby before. Or South Dakota, even. However, she makes an educated guess that they’re getting close when locusts start to hit against the car and windshield. Behind the wheel, the physicist slows but does not stop the car. She’s not as skilled a driver as Sam is, but she manages to push them through the almost biblical plague intact. “It’s not a Bible verse, but I’m starting to think the most appropriate one is, ‘When Moses was in Egypt’s Land, ‘Let my people go.’’ ‘Course the last part is actually a Bible verse, so that’s really a twofor. Either way, that wasn’t pleasant and doesn’t really much bode well for what else he can do. Last thing we want are boils. Or frogs. I didn’t even like dissecting them in class. Locusts were at the end of the plagues, yeah? After that came darkness?” It’s been a little while since Fred rambled quite like this. It’s either a testament to leaving the Winchester apartment or how close they are to the anticipated showdown. <br><br>Once through the bugs, the slowing of the car turns into a stop. She scans the five figures in the distance. “They’re probably expecting us from the front. Buncha places to hide, for them and us.” <br><br>		:'''{{#var:160\|Winifred Burkle (160)}} has posed:'''<br>It’s been hours on the road from New York City to here for Fred and Sam. The time have been tense, with bursts of conversation and planning and then anxious silence. They know only some of what awaits them at Bobby’s house. The demon’s purpose and what he’s done with Bobby is still a mystery. At least they now know that May and Jo are alright, despite the unmoveable Impala on the side of the road. <br><br>Acquiring two more allies as well as the sleepy bomb from Fred’s stash that she left in the car from the Crossroads fight is certainly a boon in her opinion. <br><br>Fred is not one of the people who have visited Bobby before. Or South Dakota, even. However, she makes an educated guess that they’re getting close when locusts start to hit against the car and windshield. Behind the wheel, the physicist slows but does not stop the car. She’s not as skilled a driver as Sam is, but she manages to push them through the almost biblical plague intact. “It’s not a Bible verse, but I’m starting to think the most appropriate one is, ‘When Moses was in Egypt’s Land, ‘Let my people go.’’ ‘Course the last part is actually a Bible verse, so that’s really a twofor. Either way, that wasn’t pleasant and doesn’t really much bode well for what else he can do. Last thing we want are boils. Or frogs. I didn’t even like dissecting them in class. Locusts were at the end of the plagues, yeah? After that came darkness?” It’s been a little while since Fred rambled quite like this. It’s either a testament to leaving the Winchester apartment or how close they are to the anticipated showdown. <br><br>Once through the bugs, the slowing of the car turns into a stop. She scans the five figures in the distance. “They’re probably expecting us from the front. Buncha places to hide, for them and us.” <br><br>

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	\|Location=Sioux Falls, South Dakota		\|Location=Sioux Falls, South Dakota
	\|Synopsis=After receiving word of Dean's possession, a team goes out of their way to get White Eyes out of the Elder Winchester's body. Things don't go as planned.		\|Synopsis=After receiving word of Dean's possession, a team goes out of their way to get White Eyes out of the Elder Winchester's body. Things don't go as planned.
	\|Thanks=~~306~~		\|Thanks=Dean Winchester
	\|Cast of Characters=Dean Winchester, 1379, Winifred Burkle, Sam Winchester, 5		\|Cast of Characters=Dean Winchester, 1379, Winifred Burkle, Sam Winchester, 5
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	:'''{{#var:160\|Winifred Burkle (160)}} has posed:'''<br>It’s been hours on the road from New York City to here for Fred and Sam. The time have been tense, with bursts of conversation and planning and then anxious silence. They know only some of what awaits them at Bobby’s house. The demon’s purpose and what he’s done with Bobby is still a mystery. At least they now know that May and Jo are alright, despite the unmoveable Impala on the side of the road. <br><br>Acquiring two more allies as well as the sleepy bomb from Fred’s stash that she left in the car from the Crossroads fight is certainly a boon in her opinion. <br><br>Fred is not one of the people who have visited Bobby before. Or South Dakota, even. However, she makes an educated guess that they’re getting close when locusts start to hit against the car and windshield. Behind the wheel, the physicist slows but does not stop the car. She’s not as skilled a driver as Sam is, but she manages to push them through the almost biblical plague intact. “It’s not a Bible verse, but I’m starting to think the most appropriate one is, ‘When Moses was in Egypt’s Land, ‘Let my people go.’’ ‘Course the last part is actually a Bible verse, so that’s really a twofor. Either way, that wasn’t pleasant and doesn’t really much bode well for what else he can do. Last thing we want are boils. Or frogs. I didn’t even like dissecting them in class. Locusts were at the end of the plagues, yeah? After that came darkness?” It’s been a little while since Fred rambled quite like this. It’s either a testament to leaving the Winchester apartment or how close they are to the anticipated showdown. <br><br>Once through the bugs, the slowing of the car turns into a stop. She scans the five figures in the distance. “They’re probably expecting us from the front. Buncha places to hide, for them and us.” <br><br>		:'''{{#var:160\|Winifred Burkle (160)}} has posed:'''<br>It’s been hours on the road from New York City to here for Fred and Sam. The time have been tense, with bursts of conversation and planning and then anxious silence. They know only some of what awaits them at Bobby’s house. The demon’s purpose and what he’s done with Bobby is still a mystery. At least they now know that May and Jo are alright, despite the unmoveable Impala on the side of the road. <br><br>Acquiring two more allies as well as the sleepy bomb from Fred’s stash that she left in the car from the Crossroads fight is certainly a boon in her opinion. <br><br>Fred is not one of the people who have visited Bobby before. Or South Dakota, even. However, she makes an educated guess that they’re getting close when locusts start to hit against the car and windshield. Behind the wheel, the physicist slows but does not stop the car. She’s not as skilled a driver as Sam is, but she manages to push them through the almost biblical plague intact. “It’s not a Bible verse, but I’m starting to think the most appropriate one is, ‘When Moses was in Egypt’s Land, ‘Let my people go.’’ ‘Course the last part is actually a Bible verse, so that’s really a twofor. Either way, that wasn’t pleasant and doesn’t really much bode well for what else he can do. Last thing we want are boils. Or frogs. I didn’t even like dissecting them in class. Locusts were at the end of the plagues, yeah? After that came darkness?” It’s been a little while since Fred rambled quite like this. It’s either a testament to leaving the Winchester apartment or how close they are to the anticipated showdown. <br><br>Once through the bugs, the slowing of the car turns into a stop. She scans the five figures in the distance. “They’re probably expecting us from the front. Buncha places to hide, for them and us.” <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>The road always brings gifts. <br><br>It’s a distant thought that Sam had experienced when he’d spotted that Impala and had asked Fred to stop the car. <br><br>But hearing the demon had white eyes had cast him into a pensive silence, folded him up in the front passenger’s seat with his hand over his eyes. He conducts his grapple with despair in silence. He’d passed out two more anti-possession necklaces prior to slipping off into this dark inner world. <br><br>But when the first locust hits the windshield he sits up with narrowed eyes. Fred’s observation casts him into Professional Mode, and it’s as if he had never had a doubt in his life. Because now that he can see some of what they’re up against, a plan is starting to present itself. <br><br>“Park there,” he says, tense, pointing to an old open barn off the side of the road. “The property’s up ahead. Park before they can see us.” <br><br>Then the young man half turns around to look at May and Jo. <br><br>The oddity of Sam’s upbringing has had a profound effect on him. Sometimes his youth is obvious: he is uncertain and hopeful all at once. Sometimes, he is twice or even three times as old behind the eyes as he really is. Now he looks ancient, someone who has gone beyond “seen too much”, gone beyond “experienced too much.” He hasn’t stared into the Abyss; he’s sat in the passenger’s seat of a classic car while other men drove straight through it. Or, in this case, a woman, through a cloud of locusts. <br><br>That weight is in his eyes now. They’re flat, hazel reflecting mostly the color green today, emotion pushed far from him. At the least, the matte black the irises (though not the sclera) have been known to display in response to anger lately is missing. <br><b>“White-eyes doesn’t know you three are coming. He only knows for sure that I am.” <br><br>He removes a salt shotgun from beneath his feet. Cocks it. Loads it. “So. I go in obvious. You ladies go in stealth. Attack when the time seems right. I imagine it will want to talk to me before the violence starts. Agent May will know the right moment.” <br><br>It’s Agent May’s eyes he looks into now, because he knows several things. He knows Fred and Jo will hate this plan. He also knows it’s probably their only chance. He knows May will get that. He knows that she’ll get them out of there if she has to. There are senior agents who have never displayed the kind of grim, knowing bleakness that sits in his eyes now. He’s counting on her to make the hard calls and to make these two women her priority if it comes to that. And to lead them to some sort of successful conclusion, if she can. <br><br>		:'''{{#var:294\|Sam Winchester (294)}} has posed:'''<br>The road always brings gifts. <br><br>It’s a distant thought that Sam had experienced when he’d spotted that Impala and had asked Fred to stop the car. <br><br>But hearing the demon had white eyes had cast him into a pensive silence, folded him up in the front passenger’s seat with his hand over his eyes. He conducts his grapple with despair in silence. He’d passed out two more anti-possession necklaces prior to slipping off into this dark inner world. <br><br>But when the first locust hits the windshield he sits up with narrowed eyes. Fred’s observation casts him into Professional Mode, and it’s as if he had never had a doubt in his life. Because now that he can see some of what they’re up against, a plan is starting to present itself. <br><br>“Park there,” he says, tense, pointing to an old open barn off the side of the road. “The property’s up ahead. Park before they can see us.” <br><br>Then the young man half turns around to look at May and Jo. <br><br>The oddity of Sam’s upbringing has had a profound effect on him. Sometimes his youth is obvious: he is uncertain and hopeful all at once. Sometimes, he is twice or even three times as old behind the eyes as he really is. Now he looks ancient, someone who has gone beyond “seen too much”, gone beyond “experienced too much.” He hasn’t stared into the Abyss; he’s sat in the passenger’s seat of a classic car while other men drove straight through it. Or, in this case, a woman, through a cloud of locusts. <br><br>That weight is in his eyes now. They’re flat, hazel reflecting mostly the color green today, emotion pushed far from him. At the least, the matte black the irises (though not the sclera) have been known to display in response to anger lately is missing. <br><br>“White-eyes doesn’t know you three are coming. He only knows for sure that I am.” <br><br>He removes a salt shotgun from beneath his feet. Cocks it. Loads it. “So. I go in obvious. You ladies go in stealth. Attack when the time seems right. I imagine it will want to talk to me before the violence starts. Agent May will know the right moment.” <br><br>It’s Agent May’s eyes he looks into now, because he knows several things. He knows Fred and Jo will hate this plan. He also knows it’s probably their only chance. He knows May will get that. He knows that she’ll get them out of there if she has to. There are senior agents who have never displayed the kind of grim, knowing bleakness that sits in his eyes now. He’s counting on her to make the hard calls and to make these two women her priority if it comes to that. And to lead them to some sort of successful conclusion, if she can. <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:5\|Melinda May (5)}} has posed:'''<br>Being stranded on the side of the highway with all dead electronics and a stalled out Impala and a MISSING DEAN does not a happy May make. She’d been fully prepared to leave Jo with the car and walk to the nearest phone, but that’s about when Sam and Fred pull up. Her first words to the pair are to demand Sam’s cell phone, and then she spends the next several minutes talking with someone in SHIELD as they transfer whatever they need from the Impala’s trunk to Fred’s car and get underway again. <br><br>“Sam, Another senior agent is going to see that the Impala is returned to New York and any damages are repaired. He’s taken care of her for Dean before.” And, Sam might have seen Lola in passing. <br><br>Upon reaching the city with an airport, May directs them toward it, where she meets up with the SHIELD personnel waiting there beside a quinjet. There’s body armor and comms and gear for everyone as well as replacement electronics for May, and despite it being a VERY close fit, Fred’s car is loaded into the jet and they’re underway again with May doing the piloting. <br><br>The atmospheric situation forces them to land several miles away from their target location and drive the rest of the way. The locusts have May muttering something in Cantonese, and then Sam lays out the plan. Her reply is to simply nod and then look at Fred and Jo. Both have seen her at work before, though under completely different situations. This should be interesting. <br><br>May can’t help but wish a sniper had been available to join them. <br><br>		:'''{{#var:5\|Melinda May (5)}} has posed:'''<br>Being stranded on the side of the highway with all dead electronics and a stalled out Impala and a MISSING DEAN does not a happy May make. She’d been fully prepared to leave Jo with the car and walk to the nearest phone, but that’s about when Sam and Fred pull up. Her first words to the pair are to demand Sam’s cell phone, and then she spends the next several minutes talking with someone in SHIELD as they transfer whatever they need from the Impala’s trunk to Fred’s car and get underway again. <br><br>“Sam, Another senior agent is going to see that the Impala is returned to New York and any damages are repaired. He’s taken care of her for Dean before.” And, Sam might have seen Lola in passing. <br><br>Upon reaching the city with an airport, May directs them toward it, where she meets up with the SHIELD personnel waiting there beside a quinjet. There’s body armor and comms and gear for everyone as well as replacement electronics for May, and despite it being a VERY close fit, Fred’s car is loaded into the jet and they’re underway again with May doing the piloting. <br><br>The atmospheric situation forces them to land several miles away from their target location and drive the rest of the way. The locusts have May muttering something in Cantonese, and then Sam lays out the plan. Her reply is to simply nod and then look at Fred and Jo. Both have seen her at work before, though under completely different situations. This should be interesting. <br><br>May can’t help but wish a sniper had been available to join them. <br><br>

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	\|Poses=:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>The road gifted more than tortured time. The drive from Hell’s Kitchen to rural South Dakota was long, but thanks to Alistair’s actions against the Impala, it also provided Sam and Fred two allies along the way. The black Impala on the side of the road was unmistakable. It had garnered attention immediately, and both May and Jo joined the foray. <br><br>While discussion had been short thanks to not really knowing what they’re getting into, the details seemed to align. Something had Dean. It occupied his body with its flat-white eyes and sadistic smile. Whoever it is has little regard for kindness and, presumably, roughed him up before choosing to take up residence. <br><br>It also became clear that the creature’s machinations had some intent. Those encountering demons regularly know full-well they ride their vessels hard. But many just seemed to want power. Something about this particular demon seemed different--purposive, even. <br><br>But after those details had been exchanged, there was little else to say. It was hard to plan without knowing what they faced… <br><br>Hours passed before they saw its first indication. Any who’d visited Bobby in South Dakota before would know the oddity of the prairie’s big open skies. Today, however, the sky itself dreads whatever will happen here. A swirl of grey, orange, pink, and red calls upwards in an incredibly odd storm. No rain falls. No wind blows. Yet the sky swirls in impossibility overhead. <br><b>Driving down the rural range road kicks up dust as the car moves, but something else hits hard against the car with each passing moment. The faint clunk of something meeting metal presents at a strange pace. Random enough not to be something wrong with the car, but loud enough to know that outside they’re hitting something.. Or something is hitting them. <br><br>The number of them grows as does the sound. The barrage of brown-green bugs--locusts that have presumably infested the area--pushes against the windshield. And should the driver just continue on their course, they pass the warning as quickly as they’d come to it, producing a house in the distance. <br><br>If they didn’t know better, a passerby would assume the people outside are enjoying a barbeque, a true wonder with skies like these. They see five figures for certain. It’s impossible to know if there’s more kicking around. <br><br>		\|Poses=:'''{{#var:306\|Dean Winchester (306)}} has posed:'''<br>The road gifted more than tortured time. The drive from Hell’s Kitchen to rural South Dakota was long, but thanks to Alistair’s actions against the Impala, it also provided Sam and Fred two allies along the way. The black Impala on the side of the road was unmistakable. It had garnered attention immediately, and both May and Jo joined the foray. <br><br>While discussion had been short thanks to not really knowing what they’re getting into, the details seemed to align. Something had Dean. It occupied his body with its flat-white eyes and sadistic smile. Whoever it is has little regard for kindness and, presumably, roughed him up before choosing to take up residence. <br><br>It also became clear that the creature’s machinations had some intent. Those encountering demons regularly know full-well they ride their vessels hard. But many just seemed to want power. Something about this particular demon seemed different--purposive, even. <br><br>But after those details had been exchanged, there was little else to say. It was hard to plan without knowing what they faced… <br><br>Hours passed before they saw its first indication. Any who’d visited Bobby in South Dakota before would know the oddity of the prairie’s big open skies. Today, however, the sky itself dreads whatever will happen here. A swirl of grey, orange, pink, and red calls upwards in an incredibly odd storm. No rain falls. No wind blows. Yet the sky swirls in impossibility overhead. <br><b>Driving down the rural range road kicks up dust as the car moves, but something else hits hard against the car with each passing moment. The faint clunk of something meeting metal presents at a strange pace. Random enough not to be something wrong with the car, but loud enough to know that outside they’re hitting something.. Or something is hitting them. <br><br>The number of them grows as does the sound. The barrage of brown-green bugs--locusts that have presumably infested the area--pushes against the windshield. And should the driver just continue on their course, they pass the warning as quickly as they’d come to it, producing a house in the distance. <br><br>If they didn’t know better, a passerby would assume the people outside are enjoying a barbeque, a true wonder with skies like these. They see five figures for certain. It’s impossible to know if there’s more kicking around. <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:1379\|Jo Harvelle (1379)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a quiet Jo Harvelle who huddles on the back seat of the Impala. She's worried about Dean, and about Sam (given what Dean had told her before), and trying not to show it. She's failing - not badly but enough. <br><b>The swarm of locusts has the blonde leaning forward, against the seat belt, and peering out the window. "If I was more devout than I am, I'd probably be able to quote a bible verse or two." She mutters, eyes narrowing as she takes the upcoming house in. "Well they probably ain't Riders, given there's five of them but they're likely trouble all the same." <br><br>		:'''{{#var:1379\|Jo Harvelle (1379)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a quiet Jo Harvelle who huddles on the back seat of the Impala. She's worried about Dean, and about Sam (given what Dean had told her before), and trying not to show it. She's failing - not badly but enough. <br><br>The swarm of locusts has the blonde leaning forward, against the seat belt, and peering out the window. "If I was more devout than I am, I'd probably be able to quote a bible verse or two." She mutters, eyes narrowing as she takes the upcoming house in. "Well they probably ain't Riders, given there's five of them but they're likely trouble all the same." <br><br>

	:'''{{#var:160\|Winifred Burkle (160)}} has posed:'''<br>It’s been hours on the road from New York City to here for Fred and Sam. The time have been tense, with bursts of conversation and planning and then anxious silence. They know only some of what awaits them at Bobby’s house. The demon’s purpose and what he’s done with Bobby is still a mystery. At least they now know that May and Jo are alright, despite the unmoveable Impala on the side of the road. <br><br>Acquiring two more allies as well as the sleepy bomb from Fred’s stash that she left in the car from the Crossroads fight is certainly a boon in her opinion. <br><br>Fred is not one of the people who have visited Bobby before. Or South Dakota, even. However, she makes an educated guess that they’re getting close when locusts start to hit against the car and windshield. Behind the wheel, the physicist slows but does not stop the car. She’s not as skilled a driver as Sam is, but she manages to push them through the almost biblical plague intact. “It’s not a Bible verse, but I’m starting to think the most appropriate one is, ‘When Moses was in Egypt’s Land, ‘Let my people go.’’ ‘Course the last part is actually a Bible verse, so that’s really a twofor. Either way, that wasn’t pleasant and doesn’t really much bode well for what else he can do. Last thing we want are boils. Or frogs. I didn’t even like dissecting them in class. Locusts were at the end of the plagues, yeah? After that came darkness?” It’s been a little while since Fred rambled quite like this. It’s either a testament to leaving the Winchester apartment or how close they are to the anticipated showdown. <br><br>Once through the bugs, the slowing of the car turns into a stop. She scans the five figures in the distance. “They’re probably expecting us from the front. Buncha places to hide, for them and us.” <br><br>		:'''{{#var:160\|Winifred Burkle (160)}} has posed:'''<br>It’s been hours on the road from New York City to here for Fred and Sam. The time have been tense, with bursts of conversation and planning and then anxious silence. They know only some of what awaits them at Bobby’s house. The demon’s purpose and what he’s done with Bobby is still a mystery. At least they now know that May and Jo are alright, despite the unmoveable Impala on the side of the road. <br><br>Acquiring two more allies as well as the sleepy bomb from Fred’s stash that she left in the car from the Crossroads fight is certainly a boon in her opinion. <br><br>Fred is not one of the people who have visited Bobby before. Or South Dakota, even. However, she makes an educated guess that they’re getting close when locusts start to hit against the car and windshield. Behind the wheel, the physicist slows but does not stop the car. She’s not as skilled a driver as Sam is, but she manages to push them through the almost biblical plague intact. “It’s not a Bible verse, but I’m starting to think the most appropriate one is, ‘When Moses was in Egypt’s Land, ‘Let my people go.’’ ‘Course the last part is actually a Bible verse, so that’s really a twofor. Either way, that wasn’t pleasant and doesn’t really much bode well for what else he can do. Last thing we want are boils. Or frogs. I didn’t even like dissecting them in class. Locusts were at the end of the plagues, yeah? After that came darkness?” It’s been a little while since Fred rambled quite like this. It’s either a testament to leaving the Winchester apartment or how close they are to the anticipated showdown. <br><br>Once through the bugs, the slowing of the car turns into a stop. She scans the five figures in the distance. “They’re probably expecting us from the front. Buncha places to hide, for them and us.” <br><br>