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Bill Sheats is a vagabond, a rascal. ([info]deusexvampira) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2008-07-11 06:35:00

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Entry tags:ageless bill turner, dean winchester

Who: Bill Turner & Dean Winchester
What: Meeting and Information Gathering
Where: Turner-Sparrow Residence, London
When: Todayish
Warnings: Likely swearing, lots of spooky oogie-boogie talk.

Bill had gotten the call from his descendant about a friend dropping by. He'd heard things about the Winchesters, Dean in particular. He was actually rather looking forward to meeting one of Teague's associates. Teague had given him a run down of what was expected material to dredge up, so he pulled out his journal on Australia, and set it aside, along with a few things any hunter would be interested in. He also made sure they were stocked up on beer and soda.

After that, he went back to his reading up on the laws of this particular London, sat down in the narrow foyer, near the door.

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 07:49 am UTC (link)
Dean navigated his car toward the address Teague had given him, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with ZZ Top. Pulling to a stop, he locked up the car and bounced toward the door. He was pretty optimistic about the visit. For one, if Teague liked him, he was good people. For two, he was interested in what the guy had to offer.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, putting his hands in his leather jacket pockets, which he doggedly insisted on wearing in spite of the heat.

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 08:07 am UTC (link)
Dean grinned and shook the man's hand. "Nice to meet you. Teague hasn't told me much about you, 'cept you're related." He could see it in the playful eyes and the youthful mannerisms.

Once he'd moved into the room, he looked around the room at the various odds and ends without touching any of them. If there was one thing Sam had taught him, it was not to touch stuff when he didn't know if it was cursed or what.

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 08:15 am UTC (link)
"Don't worry, we've got only th'one thing set out, and it's clearly marked. Saw you lookin' an' not touchin' there. S'good, you've been doin' what you've been doin' for a while, I take it." He smiled as he took a seat, waving his hand vaguely towards another, closest to the journals he'd pulled out.

The journals themselves were thick as novels, hand bound in leather and hand pressed with gold leaf, reading the season, year, and general position on the globe in coordinates. The one on top gave the coordinates for Sydney, Australia, and the year of 1807. "Now, I've no idea what you're expectin' to do down there, so I figured general miscellany would help. S'got names of places, local legends, local marks, markings, talismans, rituals... Why don't y'have a look, see if it suits what y'need."

The inside of the book was rather like a well-kept encyclopedia of the arcane of eastern Australia. It was hand-written and hand-drawn, with no marginal notes and an easy reference at the front. "As you can see, I've been in th'business myself. Part an' parcel of bein' what I am's knowin' what we've got to work around. Know thine enemy as thy self."

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 08:24 am UTC (link)
"Since I was about six." Dean went over to take his seat, wiggling until he was comfortable. He whistled loudly at Bill's journal. "Damn. My dad kept one - Sam and I built on it after he died - but damn. It's like a quarter of this size."

He tried to think about what he and Bela would be doing. "Um, really, just general touristy stuff. Surfing, swimming, parasailing, crap like that. Probably stick to Sydney and Melbourne." He moved closer, admiring how clean the handwriting was.

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 08:32 am UTC (link)
He chuckled, "It's hard to remember everything you learn, s'why I keep them. That and y'know it'll come in useful some time down th'line, whether f'yourself or someone else." He rubbed his chin and smiled brightly. "S'been a while since I've known someone other'n Jack an' myself to keep a journal of this particular sort. And this is just one."

He nodded, "Sounds like good fun. Though you'd never see me try parasailing. I'll leave that t'folks that don't think their feet should stay firmly planted." He smirked and looked over at Dean. "Six. Really? S'quite a lot to take in for such a young child. My apologies."

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 08:42 am UTC (link)
Something about the man put Dean at his ease. Maybe it was because such a nice guy like Teague really trusted him, but it loosened dean's tongue. "My mom was murdered when I was four." He shrugged. It had thrust him and his dad into the world of hunting fairly abruptly.

"It sounds fun for her. Not so much for me, but I wouldn't mind driving the boat." That idea made him laugh more than anything.

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 08:53 am UTC (link)
Bill shook his head, brow furrowed slightly in concern. "Wouldn't wish this on anyone, especially at such a young age. Glad to see you've at least got a good head on your shoulders." He smiled, "Would y'like somethin' to drink? Soda, beer? I can make tea, but y'don't strike me as th'tea sort."

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 08:58 am UTC (link)
Dean shook his head. "Soda, if you've got it. Normally I'd take a beer, but I'm drivin' and I don't know London streets out here real well yet." He didn't want his driving impaired if he was the slightest bit lost.

He edged his chair closer. "Teague and I only started to talk about this 'cause we were talkin' about wendigos and I thought maybe that Australia would have different wendigos." It was sort of geeky, but he figured he'd picked that up from Sam.

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 09:13 am UTC (link)
"Soda then. Cola or Vaguely Lemon-Lime?" He stood, and then paused. "Wendigos in Australia. Hm. Well, there's th'Yowie, ferocious lizard beast, eats people. Wasn't ever human itself, though. S'more like a yeti. Bigfoot." He shrugged, wandering towards the other doorway which was closer to the kitchen. "Though... Th'Marree Man's got a bit of a mysterious thing, further inland than you're likely to go. Huge glyph, on th'plateau of a full mountain, larger'n th'Nazca lines. Supposedly of a god, though it's got an..." He made the pantomime of a snout, "Odd face. Might have somethin' to do with Yowies. Nobody's ever figured it out." He shrugged one shoulder, wandering to the kitchen once he found out what Dean wanted.

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 09:22 am UTC (link)
"Cola." Dean leaned back in his chair, wrinkling his nose. "Yetis smell like you wouldn't believe. Well. Maybe you would." He leaned slightly, trying to keep his eyeline on the rambunctious man.

"So... Teague didn't tell me much about you. How long have you been a hunter, or whatever it is you do?"

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 09:28 am UTC (link)
He returned with a bottle of Coca-cola for Dean, and a bottle that was clearly originally used for alcohol for himself. "Worse smellin' in summer than in winter. S'th'fur." He said as he sat back down, relaxing.

"'Round two hundred an' fifty years, give or take. Died in 1756. Jack's a fair deal older." He wondered how long it would take Dean to catch on, frankly.

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 09:33 am UTC (link)
Dean took a deep pull from the can, chuckling and nodding. "It's worse when they're wet, yeah. Kind of glad I've got a dog with short hair. Bet the long-haired ones don't smell like a rose garden either."

He listened to Bill's next statement, his mind already going to work. Zombie could explain it, but he wouldn't look nearly as fresh after so long. Werewolves didn't die. Shapeshifter wouldn't have kept the same shape for so long when changing would be more convenient - and tended to just feel better. It left one thing. "Didn't think I'd live to see a friendly vampire again." And in case he hadn't, he hoped he could break the coffee table. It looked pretty sturty, maybe too sturdy to make a stake out of. And guns tended to not work so well.

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 09:39 am UTC (link)
"And it's rare to meet a hunter who catches on in the light of day. Don't worry, I've killed more than my fair share of our own kind just because they don't like us. Can't imagine why." He smirked and took a pull from his bottle. "Might be that they're generally assholes, if not purely animals. Predators." He shook his head. "Aye, my sire and I are two of th'good ones, don't much care for th'blood deal, myself. Never easy to explain to dinner guests why I've got a bottle instead've a plate." He raised his bottle and shook his head with a grin.

"You've met others?"

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 09:50 am UTC (link)
"Lots of different kinds of vamps out there." He chuckled and wished he could've met Bill earlier. Might have helped him not kill that one vampire Lenore was friends with. She'd been good too. Then again, he might have just jumped Bill. Instead of trying to unknot the tangle that was regret, Dean took another sip of his Coke.

"Yeah, once. She made her nest feed off of animals. They hated it, but they hated humans more." Dean idly wondered how old bill's sire had to be.

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 10:03 am UTC (link)
He nodded, "Aye, noticed that myself. I've been researching th'various strains I've found. Our own is much more like a virus than anything. I've written it all down, it's rather boring." He said with a passive wave of his hand. "I can assure you that it's but a secondary trait with m'self an' Jack. We're people first, always will be."

Then he tilted his head, curious as ever. "Tried that once. Then th'crew decided to poison th'rats with lye an' that got Jack ill, so we found more ingenious ways of feedin' without necessarily killin' our prey. There is th'desire, th'need to hunt on occasion, but we only prey on scum." He smiled. "But, since you haven't decided to try an' kill me yet, might as well ask if you'd like to use th'library if you need it for any reason. I've pretty much retired from huntin', Jack an' I are goin' back to our original professions, and don't usually need th' information."

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 10:09 am UTC (link)
Dean nodded. "Lenore and her nest were the vamps that were really common in our world. Whole other set of teeth when they fed, kind of fuckin' scary." He shuddered slightly and shook his head.

Dean had never really thought about the kinds of blood that would make vampires happy, but it made sense that some would taste better than others. "Thanks, Bill. ... what is your original profession, anyway? Not a lot of job varieties in the 17th century." He thought about it, wrinkling his nose. "18th. Fuck history."

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 10:53 am UTC (link)
He grinned and let his fangs grow, just the eyeteeth actually grew, before retracting them once more. "Not as scary."

He looked around the room and then snickered. "Purveyor of alternatively procured artifacts and shiny things." He took a sip of his drink. "Pirate."

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 11:00 am UTC (link)
Dean nodded. "Nope. Those are downright civil compared to theirs. Imagine that happening to all your teeth, then another set."

He tried not to spittake as Bill told him he was a Vampire Pirate. "There's vampirates? What, are there wereninjas too?"

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 11:05 am UTC (link)
He snickered, "Not that I've met, but y'never know. Met a weregypsy, if that counts. Though I've yet to meet a zombie cowboy." He got a sly smile. "An' as far as th'fangs are concerned, s'nothin' compared to th'sort I've met what's face turns all... gross." He wrinkled his nose. "Bloody vampires."

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 11:13 am UTC (link)
Dean shook his head. "Zombies in general are just terrible. Pain in the ass to kill." He shook his head and sighed loudly, then visibly winced when he talked about other sorts of vampires. "Yeah, those are... yeah. Not so much." He idly wondered if dead man's blood worked on all vampires.

"You like being a pirate?"

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 11:22 am UTC (link)
He watched the man's expression with vague interest, trying to guess what he was thinking. He reminded him of Logan - hard to read, but not really.

"Aye. Better'n bein' a proper merchant back then. Then th'excitement of it just crawled under m'skin and I haven't looked back." He shrugged one shoulder. "And y'don't learn near as much as a merchant. Technically, Jack an' I were privateers, but were branded as pirates." He rolled up his sleeve and offered a look at his arm - on there was still a brand of 'P' on his forearm. "S'the one thing I wish I could get rid of and can't."

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 11:25 am UTC (link)
Dean leaned over and examined it, wrinkling his nose. It was needlessly barbaric in his opinion. "Honestly, being a hunter in this day and age isn't that far off from what you said. we had to sort of privately fund ourselves." He cleared his throat. "You know, creatively. The good fight ain't free."

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 11:37 am UTC (link)
"Never has been, mate." He rolled down his sleeve and leaned back. "And it's never been easy. But it's an experience that, looking back on it, you'll be glad for. I know you won't believe it, as close as you are to it, but you'll always have a quick wit for it, and stories to remember." He looked a bit haunted, but for entirely other reasons.

He smiled despite. "So. Would y'like to see th'library? I was rather glad it came with me. If it hadn't, I'd have been utterly lost."

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[info]doubleup
2008-07-11 11:41 am UTC (link)
Dean heard Bill's words without really understanding him, but he did think about how he and Sam were inherently good people. It had to count for something.

"Yeah! If it's half as detailed as your journals, it's gotta be a geekboy's wet dream."

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[info]deusexvampira
2008-07-11 11:50 am UTC (link)
He chuckled and nodded, standing and leading the way up the stairs from the foyer, all the way down the hall after that, to the door at the end.

The room was wall-to-wall, ceiling-to-floor shelves of books, 60 percent of which were just like the ones that Dean had seen. Hand-bound red leather with gold leaf. "Two hundred and twenty five years of work." He said, stepping aside, leaning against one of the backs of the chairs, smiling to himself. Some people collected stamps, some people played sports, and Bill wrote.

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