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Dean Winchester ([info]i_soldieron) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2011-09-07 19:16:00

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Entry tags:dean winchester, logan echolls

Adventures of the Undie Nabbing Spectre (open to Logan, Sam, and Cas/Jimmy)
Dean was happy. Or as happy as a man could be when he knew his brother was no longer a dog and when he had a wayward angel to worry about. So, the hunter was probably not the happiest fellow in the City, but he was more than eager to take care of a job he knew he could do - if there really was a job to do.

Fred called earlier than he would have liked that morning, but the information she gave him made up for it. It seemed that a woman in some apartment building had seen a ghost. In fact, the woman, who could have been crazy, said that the ghost had a habit of stealing underwear; Dean would have placed money on the woman's insanity, but Fred had promised to give him 75% of the fee the woman had paid in advance to have the ghost dealt with. Fred was keeping a finder's fee; the woman had come to Angel Investigations after all.

Dean left a note for Cas...Jimmy, and sent off a quick text to Sam. If this was a ghost and Dean did die at the spectral hands of a panty thieving ghost, he wanted to make sure that someone knew about it. At least they'd know where he had gone should he go missing for a while.

The hunter did a quick stop by the Library and found nothing in any archives about the building, only that it didn't exist until recently, which put yet another mark on the crazy side for the woman who'd hired a real ghostbuster. With no info, he headed over to the apartment building only to find that the woman was not at home. He guessed she'd decided to do her laundry somewhere else.

Dean knew that he could break in, but he decided to go a different route. He pressed all the buttons to see if anyone would let him in. Maybe he could even find someone to talk to. If there was something going on, maybe someone else had actually seen it. He was desperate enough for a little action, that he was giving crazy woman the benefit of the doubt.

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-08 01:43 am UTC (link)
With his job at Caritas, Logan was actually making enough money to move out of the dorms, thank god. As soon as he had the chance, he'd signed a lease on a new apartment and taken a day off from work and homework to move in.

His hands were full with a box and his keys were dangling precariously off his fingertips. This particular box was going straight down to the storage unit. And no, Logan didn't have any idea how he'd managed to accumulate enough things to need to store some during his time spent in the City.

He could barely see over the box-just enough to catch sight of the guy standing in front of the buzzers.

"Hey man, you think you could get the door for me?" he asked, doing his best to hold the keys out while not letting go of the box.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-08 03:12 am UTC (link)
Dean was about to answer a rather nasally woman's outraged demand for information when the guy with a box showed up. A guy with a box who 1) looked familiar and 2) seemed rather trusting. Never let just anyone help you in with your boxes. Certainly don't hand over keys to strangers or semi-strangers. He supposed that the kid knew what he was doing.

"Sure." Dean took the keys and opened up the door, holding it for the kid to get inside. He would follow right behind. Hey, he had to make sure the guy got to his apartment, right? Or at least got in and got back his keys; that only seemed right and neighborly, even if Dean wasn't leaving in the building. He waited for the kid - Logan, was it? - to get inside and stepped in after him, letting the door close behind them.

"Here you go." He held out the keys, then paused. "You're just moving in? You haven't heard any weird stories about this place, have you? Like I donno, ghosts in the basement or some shit like that?" He gave a slight smile to indicated he probably thought it was a little crazy himself, but he had to ask. "I'm writing this piece for the paper about some of the buildings, weird old stories. You haven't heard anything about this one?"

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-08 03:49 am UTC (link)
Logan vaguely recognized that voice. He peered around the box and grinned at the familiar face.

"Dude. Starship Enterprise!" he said, though a part of him still worried that that experience had just been a hallucination.

He took the keys back and started to head toward the elevator. He frowned at the bizarre line of questioning.

"Ghosts in the basement?"

Granted, for a guy who worked for a demon, ghosts in the basement weren't the weirdest thing he'd encountered.

"I haven't heard any stories, but I haven't exactly had the time to meet the neighbors yet. But hey, I'm headed to the basement. You're welcome to come down and check if there are any ghosts." Logan joked.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-08 04:06 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, Enterprise." Dean knew exactly what Logan was talking about, and he wasn't sure he had liked the trip. Okay, he had really liked the trip, but he wasn't about to admit it. No cool person would ever admit to the fanboy feeling of seeing Spock on the bridge of the U.S.S. Enterprise.

"Thanks. Lead the way." The hunter patted himself down as he settled in step behind the kid. He knew he had a small container of lighter fluid and his trusty lighter. He really should have brought along more than that to deal with some ghost. Then again, he had no idea what he was walking into. He had to figure out a way to work the EMF reader into this; yeah, this was going to be interesting.

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-08 04:12 am UTC (link)
Logan pushed the button for the elevator and walked in once the doors slid open. He waited for Dean to join him before pressing the button for the basement.

"It's... Dean, right?" he asked. "So you work... for the paper?"

Somehow, he wouldn't have figured Dean for the reporter type when he'd met him. Logan wasn't a big fan of reporters. He hadn't ever been that big on the press, but after one had posed as his half-brother just to get dirt on his family, he really didn't like reporters.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-08 04:46 am UTC (link)
"Freelance, really. Just take the odd job, and turns out the odd job is building histories." Dean shrugged. "It's not my favorite job, but it pays the bills, ya know?"

The hunter leaned against the side of the elevator, watching the numbers light up. There weren't that many to go through after all. "How bout you? What have you been doing since our funtimes on the Enterprise?"

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-08 05:06 am UTC (link)
'Oh, just started managing a bar and..." Logan shook his head with a chuckle. "You wouldn't believe the rest of it if I told you. Let's just say that this City is very strange. Then again, you were beamed up too so you probably already know that."

Logan gave Dean a wide grin over the box as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He stepped out into the basement and shivered as the temperature seemed to drop.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-08 08:29 am UTC (link)
"Try me. I've seen a lot, and I'm not talking about being beamed anywhere." Dean quickly shut that idea down; his tone was only a little harsher than it needed to be. Of course, Logan was talking about their trip to see Spock, but that wasn't the only time Dean had ever had an "alien" encounter. He wasn't one for being beamed anywhere if he had a choice.

"Sorry, had a hard time after we got back down to Earth." The hunter followed, pausing as he saw his breath rise. Yeah, that wasn't a good sign. The EMF reader in his pocket was making a few warning whines.

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-08 05:49 pm UTC (link)
Logan looked over at Dean as the EMF began to make noise.

"What is that?"

Then he saw a flash of... something that looked an awful lot like a person out of the corner of his eye. When he turned, whatever it was seemed to be gone.

"Did you see that?" he asked, looking back at Dean. God, he hoped the other guy had seen it. Perhaps the talk about ghost stories was getting to him.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-09 05:27 am UTC (link)
Dean winced at the sound, and the question. He pulled the EMF reader out of his pocket, watching as the damn thing started going crazy. Yeah, something was down here.

"No, but that doesn't mean anything. Maybe you should..." The hunter thought of sending the kid back up in the elevator, but then he remembered what happened to some idiot security guard. Ghosts weren't exactly the nicest things in existence. "Just stick close."

Dean was already looking around for a weapon. He could kick himself for not bringing along the usual tools of the trade. Moving further into the basement he relaxed a little as he spotted a wrench; now all he had to do was get to it.

"What exactly is in that box of yours?"

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-09 05:55 am UTC (link)
Logan stared at Dean incredulously for a minute before his gaze traveled down to the EMF reader.

"You're not really a reporter, are you?" he asked slowly.

Before he could answer the question about what was in the box, a pale figure appeared to his side. Spotting it out of the corner of his eye, Logan turned and yelped. The box dropped to the floor with a loud clatter. Logan didn't even bother to care about the sound of something shattering within.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-09 06:09 am UTC (link)
"No." Dean's brows lifted at the reaction. He could understand that a ghost could be frightening. He would never admit that he had once screamed like a little girl when a cat jumped out at him, even if that was under a set of very unfortunate and very uncomfortable circumstances. He was not that much of a dick, no matter what the ghost sickness suggested.

He took the slight distraction the box allowed to dive for the wrench. The hunter was up on his feet and racing to the ghost to swing through it, sending the ghost on its wispy way. He would have killed on the golf course with that swing.

"Right. This is going to be awesome." Sarcasm coated every word.

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-09 06:16 am UTC (link)
Logan watched as Dean swiped at the-whatever the hell that was-and it disappeared.

"Is that it? Is it gone?"

He stared at Dean.

"And please don't tell me that ghosts are real too. What the fuck is with this City?"

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-12 10:26 pm UTC (link)
"Doubt it. They don't just go." Dean glanced down at the box, his brow lifting. "Uhm, not that I can fault a man for his stash, long as it doesn't have kids or animals, but Devil Girl Dayna Wins? Really? Casa Erotica any of them, not 13 but the others - classic."

He blinked and leaned over the box. "You were going to burn this?" He pulled out a small container of kerosene. "Dude, there are better ways to get rid of the stash, way better. Though, you probably should burn that one. Never know what shit could come of it."

Dean pocketed the kerosene, looking around the place. He was hoping there was someone who could give him something on the building - why the hell would a ghost mess with lingerie anyway? He could think of a few reasons for the living, but the dead? That was just twisted.

"Ghosts are real, man." Before he could say anything else, he was sent flying into the wall, which was how these things usually went.

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-12 10:34 pm UTC (link)
Logan wasn't ashamed of his 'stash' as Dean had put it, though he honestly couldn't remember purchasing that one, or packing up the container of kerosene. He tilted his head at the box, trying to remember if he'd packed those things.

Of course, that wasn't really the important thing at the moment.

"Holy shit!" Logan said as Dean was tossed into the wall. He turned and found himself face to face with the ghost. He tried to take a step back as his breathing sped up.

"Um... Dean?" he asked. "Any advice here?"

Then again, he reflected, taking advice from the guy who had just gotten tossed into a wall probably wasn't going to be all that helpful.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-12 11:03 pm UTC (link)
Dean groaned as he recovered from the usual hunter tossing. He dug around in his pockets and got lucky: a shotgun shell full of rock salt. Yeah, this was a bad bad idea, but...

"Duck!" He tossed the shell and aimed for it with his Colt, hoping that the damn thing hit where it needed to.

The ghost hadn't touched Logan. No, it was busy looking at the box and at Logan. Its gender was up for grabs, as it seemed to be wearing underwear over its clothes, its hair long in front and multicolored. Dean wasn't even going to guess how this was going work. He couldn't even guess what the ghost may have issues with other than identity? He knew that he couldn't fix that, right?

The hunter hoped Logan did indeed duck, and that the shell exploded salt over and through the ghost, sending it on its ethereal way.

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-13 12:49 am UTC (link)
Logan barely had much time to register the odd appearance of the ghost, because he was still stuck on the idea that ghosts were real and he was suddenly facing a real, live (or not live, as the case may be) ghost.

He vaguely had the time to wonder what other weird shit would happen to him this month when he heard Dean shout out 'duck.'

Logan's reflexes were working just fine and he managed to drop to the ground just in time for the shell to sail overhead and hit the ghost. The salt flew everywhere and the ghost blinked out of sight.

After waiting a minute, Logan slowly straightened up and turned to look at Dean.

"Is that it? Is it gone now?" he asked hopefully.

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-13 10:08 pm UTC (link)
Dean gave the kid a look. Was he really going to ask that question again? Did he not see how it worked out the last time? The older Winchester got to his feet and moved to help the kid up.

"Com'on. No, it's not gone. You know how you kill a ghost, send it on its merry way? It's not salt and iron - they don't go so easily. No, you burn and salt the shit out of their bones. Now we gotta find the remains." Which was going to be a lot of fun, seeing as the damn place was concrete. This wasn't exactly the ideal situation.

The hunter was about to say something more when the ghost in question decided to make another appearance. "You gotta be kidding me." The ghost moved toward Logan, staring again, and its hand reached out as if to send Dean on yet another trip across the basement.

"What the hell...?" The hunter wanted to push Logan out of the way, but as of yet, the damn thing hadn't harmed the kid in anyway, other than maybe scaring the shit out of him. It had already attacked Dean and looked ready to do it again.

"You know who this is?" Dean moved slowly away from Logan, his hands moving just as slowly to his pockets to see if there was anything else he could use.

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-14 01:27 am UTC (link)
"So you dig up the grave and that kills the ghost?" Logan asked. "Somehow that doesn't sound as fun as Ghostbusters made it look. I mean, couldn't you just carry around one of those backpacks instead?"

From his tone, it was clear he didn't actually expect it to be that easy. But he'd take a stay-puft Marshmallow man over having to dig up corpses any day.

Logan looked at Dean like he was nuts as he asked if he knew the ghost. Then he looked at the ghost-really took in the sight of it for the first time.

"You're kidding, right? I don't even know if it's supposed to be a man or a woman. How the hell am I supposed to know who that is?"

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-16 02:45 am UTC (link)
"No. You burn the fuckin' remains." Dean really didn't know how this kid had lasted so long in the City with this sort of mentality. "Yeah, the packs would have been great, but you'd always have to remember not to cross the streams, which sounds gay."

"You live here. It looked like it knew you. Hell, I donno." Dean looked around; the ghost was quiet for now it seemed. Even the temperature seemed to have returned to normal. "Everyone gets storage down here?"

He was trying to change the conversation while still getting some idea of what he was up against. He pulled out a flashlight and turned it on to look into some of the darker places. Really, nothing was jumping out at him, figuratively or literally. A warning would have made sense, but what was the warning? Don't put your underwear in the dryer because it'll ruin it? That seemed a little ridiculous. Maybe there was a real perv panty thief? But, this thing had tossed him.

"Fuck. Com'on. Let's get out of..." Dean paused as he noticed a stone with a date on it. Those things were usually put on the outside on the corner. "Built in 1921. That thing came from the 80s at least, right?"

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-16 03:16 am UTC (link)
"Dude, box," Logan said. "I just moved in. Or I haven't even moved in yet."

He watched Dean looking around for... what? What was he looking for?

"It couldn't have been after the 80s. At least people wised up with their fashion choices a bit in the 90s," Logan agreed. "Uh, is there something I can help with?"

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[info]i_soldieron
2011-09-17 05:21 am UTC (link)
Dean glanced at Logan. "Thanks, tell me the next time you're on Project Runway." Yes, Dean had some idea about that show; he had lived with a woman for a year and a few months after all.

"I need more information. The thing didn't touch you, so either it really likes your face," Dean gave Logan a look that suggested it couldn't have been that. "Or it's something else. I'm not digging the idea that I might have to do some major wrecking to get to the damn thing."

The hunter started to back up, pulling the phone out of his pocket. Sam and Cas seemed a little out of touch, Cas more so than Sam. He'd get Fred to earn her small finder's fee, if there was one.

"I need to talk to the lady who called this in. You can come along, I guess. Put the box in your apartment." He waited to see what the kid would do before dialing Fred.

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[info]i_didntdoit
2011-09-17 10:10 pm UTC (link)
"On what now?" Logan asked, giving Dean a look. So maybe he had dated enough fashion-obsessed girls to know about Project Runway, but he certainly wasn't going to let on that he did.

He raised an eyebrow at the 'you can come along, I guess.' statement.

"Gee, I feel so welcome, thanks."

All the same, he followed Dean into the elevator. He was curious enough about actual ghostbusting that he wanted to tag along, even if he wasn't going to admit how much he wanted to.

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