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Tweak says, "Schickles Pickles"

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
2015-07-02 01:53 am UTC (link)

Sam knew Lucifer wasn't really there. He knew it was all in his head, but there was always the possibility that this whole reality was in his head and Lucifer was actually the only part of it that was real. That would be the beauty of the whole thing if it turned out that he'd been in Hell all along. He shuddered at even the hint of that thought. Lucifer smirked at him.

Sam had been staring at his hands again,only looking up when she spoke to him. He glanced at her makeshift fishing rod, then back to her before nodding his agreement. "No arguments here." He had no desire to be on his own while the devil was on one of his merry dances. His stomach twisted unpleasantly at her use of the word 'prophetic', he'd been desperately trying to deny that's what it was even from the point he'd woken up, despite the fact that it felt the same as when he'd experienced visions before. Not to mention that she only knew the half of it. He wasn't sure what she'd make of the rest, but he had no intention of telling her to find out. "Could we not call it that? In fact I'm more than happy not to mention it or the hallucinations at all." He raised his eyebrows quizzically at her statement about Rocket. "Sounds like he'd be good to have around right now then." Sam said. Lucifer pouted at him.

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_gretel
2015-07-02 02:10 am UTC (link)

"Not call it what? Prophetic? What else did you have in mind?" She eyed him with the same questioning, but she wasn't about to bore into him about it, considering talking about the whole really weird fact that he knew about her life before showing up here wasn't on her agenda. Not until she understood what was happening- or understood it better. They could keep it between the two of them for now.

And then there was Rocket. Gretel could do nothing except make a subtle 'you have no idea' face, one which she half-hid by keeping herself busy, throwing her bow and pack over each shoulder, then scooping up the tackle.

"He's... definitely unique. And coming from me, that's saying something," she told him, already leading the way out of the motel. Their destination was the lake, which was a ten minute walk at best. If they ran into Rocket on the way- or hell, whenever they did run into him, since it was surely inevitable- it might be wise to let the hallucination-prone stray she found know what to expect.

"He's loud, really fucking abrasive, but a good shot, and obviously intelligent. He's also... a talking raccoon."

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-02 02:28 am UTC (link)

Sam nodded again. He really didn't want to have to think that he might have to deal with his powers being active again, that didn't help with the whole 'you might still be in Hell and this might all be Lucifer's way to torture you' thing. "It's just.....no, nothing. I don't want to call it anything, could we just forget it for now, please?" He threw in another one of those puppy dog looks for good measure.

Sam stood up as she did, though he had no belongings to gather, and he followed her out of the motel when she started walking, his hand resting instinctively next to his gun as they ventured out. Sam smirked a little at her description of Rocket, thinking for a moment that she could be describing Dean. At her last statement he stopped walking, fixing her with an incredulous stare. ".......a talking racoon?" He repeated, just to make sure he'd heard that right and it wasn't his mind playing more tricks on him.

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_gretel
2015-07-02 02:43 am UTC (link)

Gretel half-assedly lifted her hands in 'surrender' when he dropped the please-bomb and another sad look. She was more than happy to move on from the subject- it made her just as uncomfortable as it apparently made him. They could dissect it later.

She didn't need eyes in the back of her head to know he stopped walking. Not that she could blame him- she'd had pretty much the same reaction.

"Yes, a talking raccoon," Gretel confirmed. Hopefully her tone was enough to convey she didn't blame his surprise, because she kept walking. "Exactly what it sounds like. And no, I don't know how."

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-02 09:56 am UTC (link)

Sam didn't even attempt to hide his relief at her agreement to put the subject on the back burner for now. He knew he'd have to deal with it at some point but he really didn't feel up to it today on top of everything else. As if it wasn't bad enough he was here and having to deal with all his own previous issues without Dean, he'd just met the child star of a popular bedtime story and she was about to introduce him to a talking raccoon. Even by his standards this was pretty fucking weird.

He stared after her for a few seconds before he said, "You know I'm supposed to be the crazy one, right?", then he shook his head and started walking again.

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