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[ We’re going a little Blair Witch here with the shaky handheld camera as Dean moves through his apartment, turning on his device and squinting at it with all the spite he can manage. No really, dude looks unhappy as fuck.

Public service announcement incoming in three… t- ]

For those who knew him, Sam’s gone. [ Granted, names aren’t really a top priority around here, so that might not be the best method of delivering this message. ]

Better known as Sasquatch? The Jolly Green Giant? L'Oreal superstar? Call him whatever you want, but he’s out. Figured i’d pass along the info just in case he offered to help anyone paint their ceilings.

[ Stupid jokes make Dean feel better, but that’s all he’s got to say on the matter, which is why he chucks his device onto the couch, still turned on, flashing the blur of a symbol on the ceiling for a moment. Except--

Just when it seems like the device is going to time out, it is righted again by the sudden appearance of Castiel in the video feed. He looks worried, apologetic, his eyes flitting off screen. ]

-- Dean, you were supposed to offer them our help, if they find themselves possessed, or pursued by these demons. [ Offscreen a grunt can be heard, noncommittal and unbothered.

Cas looks back at the screen. ] Dean is a professional demon hunter, and I have been fighting them all my life. We both know magic that seems to be effective on them, and we are willing to teach others how to fight back. For example, this is a devil's trap. [ The camera scrolls around to show more of the pattern on the ceiling from earlier. It's shaped like this. ] If you draw one on the ceiling or the floor, even if it is concealed, it should trap the demon--supposing you can trick them into entering it.

[ Since Dean is busy finding liquor off screen… ] And I think it would be good for Dean to keep busy, considering our recent loss.

[ Buuuut now Dean has returned, peering over Cas’ shoulder into the device- ] I can actually hear you, you know. [ After which he plucks it from his hands and finally turns off the feed. ]

[ooc; dean is black, cas is blue! expect tagbacks from both boys! ]

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( of course Kate was there, silent and staring at a mug of coffee like it would somehow answer what the fuck happened. how can you just wake up and have someone vanish from your life?

why does this keep happening? what curse was placed upon her life - upon the lives of so many people she knows - that everyone that care about disappears into the ether? )

Killing shit sounds good.

( hell anything that isn't sitting staring at a mug, turning a notebook in her hands, sounds good. )

Killing shit always sounds good.

[ Okay, well- truth be told that was a fact of everyday life for where the Mark was concerned but that wasn't really the point. It was a frustrating worry that he'd been left with now, something he couldn't shake off, the fear that Sam was returning back to a shithole of a world that couldn't be saved by just one of them.

But he was gone. And that? As they say. Was that. Wasn't like he'd never managed before without Sam, either-

Didn't mean he liked it. ]

Not like we're without opportunity here.

( they'll have to agree to disagree on that one. being good at it doesn't necessarily mean Kate enjoys it, but it's thoughtless now, fighting. nothing but adrenaline and instinct working together as they do. an easy channel for all the emotion she can only let out as tense shoulders and ice curling in her gut. )

No. It's not. ( not like she's without reason to work at the clinic either, right now. with whatever the fuck is going on here, the injuries would likely be many.

small mercies. the ability to forget her pain in other pains. ) Fuckin' mess outside.

[ Dean really should be out there right now, losing his shit over the whole thing, taking down demons left and right. And admittedly, he doesn't know why he isn't, why he's more pissed off right here -- too terrified to go breaking himself down all over again, maybe. Too scared shitless to see him become the demons he's fighting against.

But a fuckin' mess it undoubtedly is, that much he can easily agree upon with a cant of his head. ]

Just like it is every other week.

Not wrong. ( everyone gets tired of fighting, don't they? for one reason or another. Kate thinks so, anyway. it wears on you, even when it's the only thing that seems like an outlet; even if you're Marked, for whatever that means.

(she's exhausted and she hasn't even started working yet. Christ, how can something so inevitable be so draining?)

she lets her head loll back against the back of the sofa, eyes the devil's trap painted above, and says; ) Gotta put one of them in th' house.

( doesn't talk about anything else. )

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