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Tweak says, "im at my breaking point"

little queen (maisiewill) wrote in hobbs_end,
@ 2015-07-09 11:22:00

Entry tags:

rating: pg-13, supernatural: sam winchester, witch hunters: gretel, witch hunters: hansel

WHO: Hansel & Sam & Gretel
WHERE: zone 1. east by north east of the lake/river.
WHAT: in where Hansel wishes he could stop and ask for directions
WHEN: an hour after this
RATING: PG to PG-13 for possible potty mouth
STATUS: incomplete.

That worry about getting eaten by a witch was leaving.

Replacing it was this wish that Hansel actually could just stop someone and ask for directions but this ghost city wasn't very forthcoming. It was eerie, really. Familiar architect classing with something all steel and glass and just otherworldly. On top of that, the silence. Where the streets should be busy with venders and horses pulling carts, there was nothing on these strange roads made of some strange black stone. Some buildings looked utterly abandoned, to match the desolation about it, while others looked pristine and strange items stored within their window displaces. Hansel even thought he saw a bakery which made his stomach roll for more then one reason. The man had a love-hate relationships with bakeries. Bread was fucking delicious but the assaulting scent of sweets when sometimes walking into them from brownies and pies made the Witch Hunter want to throw up. Hansel wouldn't even step one foot into a candy store. A person couldn't even pay him to do it. They'd just get a punch in the nose and call it a reflex.

Keeping his back to what Hansel thought was a river, he kept walking, wondering. His eyes kept looking for clues. Over signs of shops and on the street for anything relating to Black Dog Motel. Normally, when in a new city (for Hansel viewed the size of this place as a small city), Gretel or he would stop and ask someone for directions. Though townfolk weren't keen on new people, they knew the social rules about giving directions to the closest pub or inn. What was a motel? Was that some local word for inn? Hansel bobbed his head to the side with his contemplation and kept walking straight down the road, clueless as to where he was.

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-17 10:42 pm UTC (link)

As Sam drew closer he became more and more certain that this was Gretel's brother, not only because of the dream he'd had but because he was attired similarly to her, right down to the weaponry. Not to mention the trigger happy stance, she had had a weapon trained on Sam for most of their first meeting.

He stopped and raised his hands slightly in a defensive gesture when the rifle was raised. Sam frowned slightly and looked quizzically at the other man. "What do you mean 'what's asking'?" He said a little insulted at the insinuation. Sam was a lot of things but he was not some creature or monster that would justify him being described as a 'what'. There was a time when he might have accepted that was the case, but not now.

Sam considered his options and decided the sooner he could get the guy to Gretel the less likely it was he'd get shot, assuming of course that his assumption was correct. "Hansel, right?" He opted for a direct approach. "My name is Sam. I met your sister."

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maisiewill
2015-07-19 03:09 am UTC (link)

Defensive gesture was good, very good, but the man's height was even more questionable the closer he got. What was he? 6'5? It was as if Edward had gone on a diet... And became magically better looking, alright, but the height was off putting. It was still clear that Hansel was distrusting of this stranger in an equally odd and dead town. The witch hunter had a set of questions, ready to be lined up and fired just like his rifle when this Sam said he had met Gretel.

Hansel's ears started to give a high pitch whined, the kind of noise one only starts to notice when the mind just dials down to nothing. To one sense. The rifle drooped more with the shock; then, Hansel's body rushed with adrenaline, everything flooding back as if he was coming alive again after a week of being dead. The rifle completely dropped, maybe foolishly. "She's really here?" Hansel rushed the man in long, quick strides. His eyes hard with determination but backlit with hope.

The witch hunter pulled out a folded note from out of his pocket and hastily started to unfold it with one hand. He trust it out, crude scrawl facing, toward Sam as Hansel closed the long gap. "Did you write this? She's at the Black Dog right now? Where is it?" His words were quick and intense. Hansel had to crane his neck a bit more then he liked to look Sam in the eyes.

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-20 02:48 pm UTC (link)

Sam was used to comments about his height. The jibes had started not long after he'd grown taller than Dean, obviously a defensive mechanism for the older brother to attempt to mask any insecurities about his little brother towering over him. That just made the whole thing a little tired though, not really easier to deal with.

He relaxed a little when the rifle dropped but his relief was short lived as the other man was suddenly hurtling towards him, completely focused on finding his sister. At least Sam could be sure he was definitely correct about the strangers identity. Ordinarily someone approaching him at speed wouldn't have posed a problem for him but in his current state of mind he was particularly flighty and he flinched involuntarily as Hansel thrust the note towards him. "It's uh.....no, I mean yes.....I didn't write it, but that's where she is."

Sam took a couple of deep breaths, he found it helped reduce the frequency of his hallucinations if he could stay calm, or at least limit stress where he could since avoiding it was a physical impossibility for him. He could feel his anxiety levels climbing so he had to attempt to resolve this situation sooner rather than later. "I left her there earlier. I can take you if you want." Sam turned his body slightly and gestured back the way he'd come from.

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maisiewill
2015-07-20 05:15 pm UTC (link)

Hansel noticed how the taller man flinched at being rushed and how he stepped back to find his personal space once more. The witch hunter didn't care. He didn't care about Sam's insecurities in the moment as Hansel's mind was set squarely in finding his sister but it was noted. It was filed away. As Sam stumbled out his answers, Hansel turned the paper back toward him, looking at the chicken scrawl before hastily folding it up and shoving it back into his pocket.

Gretel was nearby. After a week of searching and clearly being displaced into a strange and disjointing place, Hansel found his sister. The witch hunter flicked his eyes over Sam's shoulder as the taller man opened his body stance to show him a direction. That way to Gretel.

Hansel threw his rifle onto his shoulder and gestured for the maybe-half-giant Sam to lead the way. "Let's go." No other discussions. No other questions or worries about this ghost town. Not when his goal was so close at hand.

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-20 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Sam was actually grateful for the willing acceptance from Hansel. If had been the other way around and Hansel had offered to take him to Dean then Sam probably would still have questioned it, hallucinations not withstanding. Of course it happened that he was telling the truth and he did know where Gretel was so he was grateful not to be questioned on it when his nerves were getting a little frazzled again. This place was not good for the fragile state of his mind right now.

He nodded and started walking silently back towards The Black Dog. He only hoped Gretel was still there and hadn't decided to go out foraging. She had told him she was planning to stay there, for some reason it helped keep him calm if he knew her whereabouts, he suspected but didn't like to think that it might be to do with the dream. But he really didn't want to think about that with her brother walking next to him carrying a loaded rifle.

He pointed as the building came into view. "That's it, just up ahead."

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maisiewill
2015-07-20 09:29 pm UTC (link)

In Hansel's haste, he was starting to reevaluate how quickly he just accepted this 'Sam's' word that he knew Gretel or even had seen her. These were thoughts he was having while he watched the huge man lead before him. Hansel's eyes were calculating and traveled over the Winchester's body looking for weak points in his gaunt. The knees, the hips, the back, anything that would let the witch hunter know where to hit first if thing did go south. For now, Hansel was going to play on trust because he was so swallowed up by hope and desperation.

Besides, the man had walked into more then one trap willingly for the sake of his sister. Granted, he'd like to be a little bit more prepared but sometimes beggers really couldn't be fucking chooser. When Sam pointed out the large hotel up ahead with its odd and sloping design, Hansel's eyes quickly slipped over the whole building and then the terrain. Seeing nothing obviously admins and his 'gut' not really giving him any nagging feelings, the witch hunter bowled past Sam (who really the size of a fucking moose, shit) and right for the door.

Hansel slammed open the door with his rifle half cocked, matching his state of mind as he scanned the foyer of the hotel. Intense, rigid, hopeful. He was listening, straining to hear movement. "Gretel!" He bellowed as he started to advance deeper into The Black Dog. "Gretel!" The torrent of emotions clear in his voice with just that one word.

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_gretel
2015-07-20 09:46 pm UTC (link)

The scrape of stone on stone, rhythmic and pitched, but faint because of the herbs beneath the pistol- the earthy smell they released, fresh and so much better than the heavy atmosphere of this town; that's what dominated Gretel's attention. Making a poultice to dry and make tea that might help Sam's hallucinations had filled her time for an hour- plus the two in the woods collecting enough plants for the project to last for a while. She didn't realize how deep her concentration was until the booming, echoing pound on the door nearly ripped her heart right out of her chest.

But what she heard after it lodged it firmly in her throat. Her name, distant because of the door but the shout it was wrapped around was the most familiar thing in her world.

Her brother's voice.

"Hansel!" she yelled back, having dropped the stone pistol on the kitchen floor in her dead-run for the parlor and the motel front. She nearly slammed into it, missing the handle on the first try before finally whipping it open.

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-20 10:36 pm UTC (link)

Sam wasn't surprised when Hansel took off ahead of him, his desperation to find his sister was pretty evident. He couldn't exactly blame him, he'd be the same if he thought Dean was nearby. He was certain that wasn't the case though, if Dean was here he was sure they'd have found each other by now.

He quickened his pace but didn't bother trying to catch up with Hansel. He heard him yelling for his sister as he approached the building and just as he reached the front door he heard her reply. Sam made his way through the foyer, following after Hansel.

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maisiewill
2015-07-21 03:04 am UTC (link)

There. Hansel's head snapped to the direction of Gretel's voice and then that clattering of stone. The man rushed toward it, his rifle pointed down to the ground, "Gretel!" He called again, more to be sure. More to know it wasn't just him hearing things after she having been missing for so long and he falling into this disjointed place. Hansel was about to reach for a door when it learched and then swung open.

There. Gretel filled up the space of the door frame and Hansel was only half aware of the sound of his rifle falling to the ground beside him or the noise of relief that escaped him before he was snatching up at his sister. He pulled her fiercely, protectively into his arms and hugged her like somehow she'd just disappear from out of his arms if he even softened the slightest in his hug. One gloved hand to the back of Gretel's braided hair and one locked about her ribs, Hansel's heart thundered up his throat and about his ears. He took a deep breath of his sister, pressing his face into her shoulder as Hansel worked not to cry with relief.

Hansel didn't care that Sam was there. Completely forgetting that the man was even there as the witch hunter finally pulled his twin from out of his arms but held onto her at arm's length. Hansel's eyes quickly swept over his sister, a quiet and quick survey to make sure she was alright and everything was still intact like the last time he'd seen her. "Nothing hurt you? Everything's alright?"

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_gretel
2015-07-21 05:54 am UTC (link)

One second there was nothing but hope. The next, that hope became reality and her world exploded with a sense of right again. He squeezed her so hard, as hard as she squeezed him back, cutting off most of her breath yet it felt like she'd just taken her first breath in a year. Gretel couldn't even speak; the relief was too much, and it burned behind her eyes and fell hot in trails down her cheeks.

"I'm not hurt-" she breathed, even at arm's length her half-gloved fingers curled and clung to the leather her twin wore as if he might just dissolve out from under her. "I wouldn't say everything's alright- but no, I'm not hurt." She was searching his face, his eyes, and everything down to his boots. "You? How did you find this place?"

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-21 07:32 pm UTC (link)

Sam entered the room just in time to see the siblings reunited. He gave a small smile but felt a little awkward lingering in the doorway and he didn't want to intrude on what was clearly a private moment between Hansel and Gretel. He backed out into the hallway and headed back to his room, deciding that being held at gunpoint by a desperate witch hunter was probably enough excitement for one day.

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