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Tweak says, "If you strike me down..."

Red. (i_rage) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-02-16 20:22:00

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dean winchester, wanda maximoff

The problem with ghosts. (Dean.)
Dean's phone was ringing.

As soon as it picked up - whether by a human being or the voicemail system - a girl started talking. She sounded both angry and panicked, and there was a loud bang in the background as she threw something and it clattered off of a wall.

"You had BETTER not have been lying about the ghosts." Wanda's voice was a hiss. "I can't hex this damn thing. It's not just intangible, because my powers work on Pryde. Probability manipulation should work."

Another bang.

"I brought the kitchen cabinets down and I think that slowed it, but--"

But she was running out of voicemail time, and griping about the stupid intangible thing wasn't going to help.

"I'm at 44 Orchard Street, apartment 507. I'm going to try and get down to the lobby. If you weren't putting me on about all that weird stuff, I might actually need your help."

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i_soldieron
2011-02-17 03:07 am UTC (link)

Dean hadn't meant to duck Wanda's call, but his phone had blown up with messages. Only a few of which were actually interesting. There were some he was certain couldn't and shouldn't be done to anyone. He certainly wanted to suggest a safe word after a few of the descriptions. The hamburger chick had bugged him; he was seriously beginning to question his ability to handle any situation. He'd dealt with exploding babies and sirens; there was no way he couldn't handle this.

So, imagine his relief when he finally noticed that Wanda had called and needed him. It wasn't that he wanted anyone to suffer from something nasty, but it gave him something to do that had nothing to do with this...place.

"Sorry, just got your call. I'm heading over now. I'll look for you in the lobby." He didn't like that he had to leave a message, but he hotfooted it over to the address, managing to find it without too much trouble. He did take the time to stock up on a few things. A tire iron, salt, lighters, a small shovel. Nothing that would turn heads as odd. He walked into the lobby.

"Wanda?" It was ridiculously hopeful that she'd be down there, but he knew the apartment. And, he was more than willing to put down any doormen who'd try to keep him from getting to her. He was certainly a knight in dented armor type.

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i_rage
2011-02-18 03:11 am UTC (link)

Even a nasty ghost couldn't hold Wanda in her apartment forever. It helped that the pissed-off spirit really just wanted the place to itself; the apartment's former tenant had died under nasty circumstances and wasn't ready to share what it considered its own property. If the interloper wanted to go? She could go.

The kid was a little less gothy than usual; she'd been caught mid-morning routine and without her customary coat of war-paint she looked even more her age. She also looked a little frightened, but mostly just pissed. "Damn stupid spirits." Wanda swore the second she spotted Dean. "I was brushing my teeth. Toothpaste is really nasty when you can't rinse."

Well. At least the complaining was normal? But, apparently, the kid did realize that Dean was doing her a favor, because she then sputtered out with a "...thanks for coming."