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Who?: John Wincheseter
What?: Rescue of epic proportions
Where?: His truck.
When?: sometime post his events, a hunter takes his rest.
Open to: Sam, Jo. (Edited cause I forgot what my canonmates needed. :D)
John left him. He left him, and he can't forgive himself of that.
Which is why he shuts down the engine halfway between the streets and wonders what the hell he's supposed to do.
It's all too much. Dying, ending up here, having his children, finding out just how much trouble they were in, and then hearing over the police scanner about a suspicous assault in a poolhall and- and-
He shakes his head and hits the gas, ignoring the started LA pesdestrians as he turns a corner. There was an inkling, or perhaps just a feeling of what was going down. He just had to get there in time.
What?: Rescue of epic proportions
Where?: His truck.
When?: sometime post his events, a hunter takes his rest.
Open to: Sam, Jo. (Edited cause I forgot what my canonmates needed. :D)
John left him. He left him, and he can't forgive himself of that.
Which is why he shuts down the engine halfway between the streets and wonders what the hell he's supposed to do.
It's all too much. Dying, ending up here, having his children, finding out just how much trouble they were in, and then hearing over the police scanner about a suspicous assault in a poolhall and- and-
He shakes his head and hits the gas, ignoring the started LA pesdestrians as he turns a corner. There was an inkling, or perhaps just a feeling of what was going down. He just had to get there in time.