[text] @winchester; backdated to march 7th.

[helled]

Hey. My name is Sam and I've been here for about a month now. [ Give or take a few days. ]

So, it's been requested of me and my brother Dean to help out a little where we can, using the skills we have. [ Not a problem there. But here's where it gets a little dicey ... it's no secret that he and Dean hunt the supernatural, but it doesn't exactly bring him great comfort having to publicly out themselves, especially given some of their experiences with the FBI in the past. Thing is, if it gains them a little credit to their offer, Sam sees no other choice in this matter. And hey, maybe they won't have to go undercover as agents and health inspectors anymore.

Here goes: ] I'd say we're both pretty experienced in combat and defence. Back home we're hunters so dealing with spirits like this is kind of our M.O. Haven't really figured out what manner of spirit this is yet, but Rastus thought it wouldn't do anyone harm to learn a little defence training, so we're opening that up to anyone interested in maybe getting a few tips from us.

Right now we wanna get a headcount for interest. More details to follow. If anyone's got any questions, we're here to answer them too.

Oh and one more thing: my brother and I are gonna be out of town for a few days if anyone's looking to see us in person. If all goes well, we'll be back soon.

Thanks for your time.

Comments

[cained]

yeah i suppose he is

( dean's definitely not the best role model, or the best father figure, but he does his best. and jack's turned out to be a damn good kid, all things considered.

he laughs a little at her last message despite himself. )

i believe you kiddo i do
how bout u show me what u can do and then we'll talk about who does the heavy lifting

[savingthrows]

yes

where do you want to meet i can come there right away

also im really sorry i keep forgetting to send you regards like mr fell taught me

tallest regards
eleven

[cained]

i'll head to the park now

was this mr fell from the dark ages
u ain't gotta send your regards unless you've just massacred an entire wedding party

[savingthrows]

mr fell is very old and very kind just like mr crowley

they disappeared

i would only kill that many people if they were very bad people

like not just mouthbreathers but really really bad

but i wouldnt want to be polite to them

are you sure you know what youre talking about

im on my way to the park now

[cained]

( alright, so no game of thrones references. got it. )

uh yeah you know what
nevermind about the regards
but u dont gotta be that formal with me ok it makes me feel old

( like. he is old, comparatively, but still. he's 27 going on 17 at heart. )

eta 20 mins

text -> action

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven makes it to the park a little earlier than that. Notably to their last meeting, the missing hair seems to have regrown as if nothing had ever happened to it. Decidedly faster than it should have, too.

And as promised, she's wearing a plaid shirt, purple and brown. When she notices Dean, she greets him by way of a question: ]

What's... eta?

[ She says it like a word, not an abbreviation. ]

[cained]

( dean's mouth quirks fondly at the way eleven pronounces eta, though there's something ... almost melancholy in his eyes despite the expression. she just, well, reminds him of someone. which just reminds him that he might have ruined something irreparably for no real reason except, what? being afraid of the unknown? he's been facing the unknown since he was four, why is this so different? )

E-T-A. Estimated time of arrival. ( he nods to her shirt, holding out a hand for a high five. ) Lookin' good, kid.