Post by Sam Winchester on Mar 3, 2014 13:14:00 GMT -5
( OOC play before reading) -
Sam walked into the bar he felt most at home in, one that resembled one in the middle of nowhere. It was quiet, secluded and most of all it looked as a bar should, worn tables, neon lights over the bar and a barmaid in a short skirt? Sam gave a half smirk as he walked towards the bar "No wonder I would find Dean here..." He shrugged as he reached the bar and ordered a beer before taking a look at the inhabitants who were a mix from old salty bikers to girls who were clearly hunters or just enjoyed the out doors, he presumed the second. He took a seat in the corner and pulled out his laptop as he checked his research on Beacon Hills, the inhabitants and the high level of deaths of recent.
He scrolled down and kept seeing the same faces in the background of the pictures from the killings, he scratched his chin as he picked up his beer and took a large gulp letting out a relieving sigh as he put it back on the table; "I wonder..." He puckered his lips slightly and opened a new page and pulled his research on Werewolves. He read through it time and time again and remembered what his grandfather had said about the creatures in Purgatory. He pondered the thoughts for a moment as he took another sip of beer; "What if... What if the killings are Werewolves just having a grudge match? A Battle Royale and see who takes the crown?" He thought to himself for a moment and scratched his head as he leant back in his chair, "What is with this town..." He let out a sigh as he picked up his beer and pulled out his phone looking for any missed calls or messages but there was nothing. He clicked his phone for a moment;
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From: Sam
To: Dean
Where are you? Think I found something.
Sam
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He closed his phone and put it back on the table as he leant back once more and took another gulp of beer as he listened to the song playing and gave a hidden smirk; "Wow... Like that isn't ironic." He shook his head and returned to his laptop screen.
Sam walked into the bar he felt most at home in, one that resembled one in the middle of nowhere. It was quiet, secluded and most of all it looked as a bar should, worn tables, neon lights over the bar and a barmaid in a short skirt? Sam gave a half smirk as he walked towards the bar "No wonder I would find Dean here..." He shrugged as he reached the bar and ordered a beer before taking a look at the inhabitants who were a mix from old salty bikers to girls who were clearly hunters or just enjoyed the out doors, he presumed the second. He took a seat in the corner and pulled out his laptop as he checked his research on Beacon Hills, the inhabitants and the high level of deaths of recent.
He scrolled down and kept seeing the same faces in the background of the pictures from the killings, he scratched his chin as he picked up his beer and took a large gulp letting out a relieving sigh as he put it back on the table; "I wonder..." He puckered his lips slightly and opened a new page and pulled his research on Werewolves. He read through it time and time again and remembered what his grandfather had said about the creatures in Purgatory. He pondered the thoughts for a moment as he took another sip of beer; "What if... What if the killings are Werewolves just having a grudge match? A Battle Royale and see who takes the crown?" He thought to himself for a moment and scratched his head as he leant back in his chair, "What is with this town..." He let out a sigh as he picked up his beer and pulled out his phone looking for any missed calls or messages but there was nothing. He clicked his phone for a moment;
--------------- Text ------------
From: Sam
To: Dean
Where are you? Think I found something.
Sam
------------End Text ------------
He closed his phone and put it back on the table as he leant back once more and took another gulp of beer as he listened to the song playing and gave a hidden smirk; "Wow... Like that isn't ironic." He shook his head and returned to his laptop screen.