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Tweak says, "they better be fried!"

Gretel (_gretel) wrote in hobbs_end,
@ 2015-06-28 14:37:00

Entry tags:

supernatural: sam winchester, witch hunters: gretel

Who: Sam and Gretel
What: Gretel finds another human.
Where: The Black Dog
Rating: PG-13ish for language probably
Status: Ongoing, new

Gretel had been on high alert the whole time she'd been stuck in this place. The constant feeling of being watched, and not by anything benign, certainly didn't help her already frazzled nerves, but coming back from the last hour of food-foraging in the forest to find the Black Dog's front door ajar had put a metal rod in her spine- a stiffness that extended to her trigger finger. It rested on the metal guard at least, just in case Rocket had come back from whatever he was looking for while she was out, but her crossbow was held steadily at her shoulder, poised and readied as she stalked through the parlor entrance, past the table where she'd worked on a rough fishing line and net the night before- which was still untouched, and into the deeper hallway in search of who- or what- might possibly have wandered in.

At the T-section of the first floor corridor, she stilled at the sound of movement just around the bend. Footsteps. And a shadow she knew wasn't Rocket's by the size of it alone. Her breath held hard at the top of her throat, making her chest tight; running sweeps of unknown places without Hansel felt like fighting with one hand tied behind her back, or one eye closed- exposed, with too many blind spots.

And the footsteps, heavy and wide, were heading straight for her.

"Stop moving," she finally forced the air in her lungs to work. Her finger squeezed the trigger guard, tensed. "Unless you want a bolt through the eye... stay right where you are."

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sam_interrupted
2015-06-29 11:54 pm UTC (link)

Sam exhaled sharply when she let him go, relieved to have the alcohol soaked rag away from the cut. The apology wasn't exactly heartfelt but he wasn't about to press the issue. "Don't worry about it." He said, knowing he'd probably have reacted in a similar, or worse, way if someone he didn't know had started reeling off details about his life like he'd done to her. "Is Hansel really your brother?" He wasn't sure whether that was some cruel joke on her parents part or whether he was expected to believe that she was actually that Gretel.

He frowned slightly at her inference. "I cut it on broken glass..." He said, which was the truth of how he had injured his hand in the first place. He attempted to leave the conversation there but it was virtually impossible to escape her scrutiny. "I....um....alright! The torn stitches are self inflicted. But not for any spell." He eyed her A little suspiciously at that statement but he sensed he wasn't going to get away without an explanation.

"It's kind of a long story but I've....um....been suffering from hallucinations. Sometimes it's hard for me to know when something's real or not....." He indicated his hand. "The pain helps tether me to reality, so when I saw you.....after dreaming about you.....well, admittedly this time I might have gone a little overboard."

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_gretel
2015-06-30 12:12 am UTC (link)

Gretel just watched him, her spine ramrod straight and her lip caught between her teeth- not in an uncertain or 'worried' way, more like if things don't start making sense soon something is going to die sort of way. So she was magically kidnapped to a place out of her time, connected with a well armed and cross-talking rodent, now here was a man dressed in inappropriately flimsy clothing, who knew her and her brother's name, their story, and about the Blood Moon- yet didn't have any apparent connection to their lives. And he had a tendency to hallucinate things.

This was too weird. Even for her life.

"This is beyond fucked up-" Gretel finally broke, shaking her head into her palm with a long, frustrated sigh. It dropped heavily to the table, picking the needle back up, already tied to the string because she liked to be prepared. As she took his hand again- a vague promise in her eyes that she wouldn't torture him with it (as long as he didn't do anything to earn it), she continued to drone on.

"Yes, Hansel really is my brother. We've been hunters since before his voice dropped and I grew tits- the Candy Witch was our first." With the smooth motion of someone who'd done this way too often, she held Sam's fingers gently in one hand and started stitching with the other. "We've been picking the last of them off for weeks since the Blood Moon- there hasn't been a single town from the Spanish coast to Istanbul that doesn't know us. Then suddenly I end up here. Without Hansel. Wandering a town with no people, with food that magically appears once you eat it-" She didn't mention she wasn't eating it. To Gretel, that fact would've been fairly obvious. "The constant feeling like something is right behind your shoulder... and then you."

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sam_interrupted
2015-06-30 12:39 am UTC (link)

He wasn't exactly sure why he was telling her this so readily, maybe he hoped it would help to explain about the dream, at least a little. Though, honestly, he was pretty sure his hallucinations and the dream weren't connected at all.

Sam stifled a smile at her words, purely because that felt like the understatement of the year. "Yeah, you don't have to tell me that." He said. He hesitated for only a moment before holding out his hand for her, maybe it was foolish but he couldn't help but trust her even though he had no reason to. The familiarity between them in his dream was taking hold here with each passing minute he spent with her. At least it was for him, she obviously still had no idea who he was and she still looked as if she'd happily shoot him with her crossbow.

"You're hunters?" Sam said, raising an eyebrow. "Story never said anything about you being hunters. Guess I should have known from the ritual I saw and all the talk about blood and spells." Sam rambled a little and tried to ignore the needle piercing his skin, though it hurt a lot less when she sewed him up than when he or Dean did it.

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_gretel
2015-06-30 12:59 am UTC (link)

From under the thick fan of lashes, she peeked up at him with her own brow raised. The look only lasted a second before turning back to his hand. She had a rhythm going and wanted to get this done, so they could concentrate on more complicated things and hopefully figure something the fuck out. Plus, Rocket was going to be back eventually- she was already expecting that to go badly. Since Sam had been 'trespassing' and all.

"Where the hell did you hear the story from anyway?" she asked, still stitching. She wasn't going into any more detail about the Blood Moon. It was more complex than just she and her twin being the main cause of witch-deaths in the two decades they'd been at it, but they were already buried under a pile of insanity.

The fact that this Sam knew the visual details about it still didn't sit well in her gut.

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sam_interrupted
2015-06-30 01:08 am UTC (link)

Sam watched her needlework as she stitched, it was virtually effortless, like a knife through butter. At least it was in comparison to when he did it but he usually had to do his own stitches though obviously that wasn't possible with this particular injury.

"I dunno, I guess my brother probably told it to me, my dad wasn't exactly the bedtime story type." He told her. "Most people have it read to them when they're kids."

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_gretel
2015-06-30 01:16 am UTC (link)

Though she didn't look up again right away, it was clear that Gretel's brow furrowed, pressing down over her narrow nose, scrunching the band of freckles there together. He'd heard the bedtime story when he was a child? Like most people? If she had to venture an educated guess, she would've pegged Sam for right around her age...

"That doesn't make sense," she said without looking up. She tightened the last stitch, pinching the skin closed before looping a knot to keep it in better. Holding it with her thumb, she dipped low enough to bite the slack off, loose bits of her hair grazing his wrist in the process.

"You can't be much older than me."

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sam_interrupted
2015-06-30 09:59 am UTC (link)

When she'd finished, Sam ran his thumb along the line of stitches, clearly she was well practised. Without paying it much thought he scratched his wrist as the phantom sensation of her hair against it lingered long after she'd sat up again. "That feels better." He made a gesture to the flask on the table and when he got no protest from her he picked it up and sloshed some of its alcoholic contents over the fresh sutures. It stung like a bitch but it would keep it clean. "Thanks." He said once the sting had subsided.

He met her eye and nodded in agreement that they appeared to be the same age. "Yeah, but the story dates back to the Brothers Grimm, in Germany in the eighteen hundreds. So if you're telling me that you and your brother are that Hansel and Gretel, then I'd figure this place has brought you a couple hundred years into the future."

Sam glanced around, taking in the fact that there was a distinct lack of a calendar or any technology that might allude to what year it actually was. "Well, a couple hundred years by my standard, I'm from 2011. I don't actually know what year it is here."

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_gretel
2015-06-30 07:09 pm UTC (link)

Gretel was having some trouble processing pretty much everything he'd just said.

She stared at him, or maybe through him, trying to pretend that all of that didn't make some kind of crazy sense, considering all the things she'd seen in this eerie, empty town. The weird pieces of technology. Rocket's guns...

Rocket...

Regardless of how horrible it sat in her gut, her mind wanted to accept it- that she'd been thrust through time into some pocket-universe being watched by some ultimate Evil. At least then she had something to focus on besides just being...lost. But that also meant a strong possibility that she was separated from her brother by nearly three hundred years...

That thought alone made her eyes burn, badly. They went distant and glossy. A small, useless breath parted her lips.

"I need to get back," she breathed, and not to anybody in particular.

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sam_interrupted
2015-06-30 07:41 pm UTC (link)

Sam could see how upsetting this was for her, he could probably understand better than most people how she must feel to be without her sibling. "I'm sorry." He said genuinely. "I wish I knew a way to get you back to your brother, to get me back to mine. Seems like we don't get much of a say." His eyes echoed the apology he'd given her. He really did wish there was something he could do.

"I haven't really had time to figure anything out yet." He hadn't been lucid enough for long enough to be honest. "But if you have any leads on what might've brought us here I'd be happy to help.....if you want I mean...."

At that point something shifted in Sam's demeanour. He sat up straighter as if noticing something in the room behind her, then he dropped his gaze to his hands in front of him, resolutely refusing to look up. He didn't speak he just stared fixedly at his hands.

Obviously it had been too good to be true to believe that his hallucinations might be gone just because he hadn't had one in a day or so, and even then those had been pretty tame by hell standards. Apparently Sam's subconscious wanted to step things up a little, because Lucifer was sitting on the table just behind Gretel, grinning inanely and waving enthusiastically at Sam.

When he got no reaction he frowned and jumped down from the table, stalking towards Gretel like a cat and circling her chair. "This is what you've been ignoring me for? Oh Sammy!" Lucifer tutted and poked Gretel's braid. "I mean, I guess she's.....interesting, for a bit of skirt. Well, corset. Or is it what's under the corset, huh Sam? Is that what this is? You're angling for a little real life replay of your dirty little fever dream?" As he rambled continuously at Sam he continued to walk his little circle around Gretel, expanding it to pass by Sam just as he started talking about the dream.

All the time Lucifer had been talking Sam had been edging his good thumb towards the newly sown cut on his hand. He started to press it, lightly at first because it was still tender from having the stitches torn and resown, but gradually he started to apply more pressure. When it didn't work to get rid of the devil he gave in. "Shut up!" Sam hissed over his shoulder, knowing full well that was all Lucifer wanted him to do.

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_gretel
2015-06-30 08:02 pm UTC (link)

Gretel's moments of desperation were usually short lived, and very much few and far between; she was the rational thinker, the calm one- but she was still human (mostly). Sometimes she broke down, but Hansel was always there to bring her back up. Now, she'd been missing her other half for days, and having just learned by all rationality, he'd been dead for centuries...

The only thing that stopped the hot moisture building over her eyes from falling down her cheeks was Sam's sudden posture change. It screamed fear, but an old fear... the way she tensed when a beetle got too close. But far more concentrated. It snapped her attention back to the present pretty easily, considering the malevolent atmosphere of this place. Her brow furrowed, watching his eyes shoot down to his hands from some point behind her shoulder, like he was trying not to be noticed. When she looked over that shoulder, there was nothing.

"Sam-?" His nervousness had the potential to be contagious. When he hissed a sharp order at something that obviously wasn't her, that potential doubled. Instinct or habit, she put a hand on her crossbow. But that's where it stopped.

"...what are you seeing?" Hallucinations, he'd said.

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sam_interrupted
2015-06-30 08:45 pm UTC (link)

Sam so yearned for the days when he was also the rational and calm one of him and his brother. He'd give just about anything to be that again instead of this shell of himself, barely clinging to his sanity.

He knew the best way to deal with the things he was seeing was to ignore them, to treat them like they weren't real, because they weren't. But it was sort of hard to ignore Lucifer when he was practically giving Gretel a lap dance and winking at Sam as he did so. He glared at the apparition, barely hearing Gretel when she spoke to him at first.

When she asked him what he was seeing it brought him back to himself a little, giving him something to focus on, but then he wasn't exactly sure how to explain this. He was pretty sure she already thought he was nuts but telling her he could see the devil would pretty much cement that.

"I...uh....it's....pretty much the same thing every time." He started, trying to find the right words. "C'mon Sammy! Just do it! Like ripping off a bandaid! You know communication is key to a healthy relationship." Lucifer's voice taunted in Sam's ears and he closed his eyes tightly and took a deep steadying breath. "It's Lucifer."

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