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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
2008-07-12 10:04 am UTC (link)
Dean couldn't help but laugh out loud. "That she is, my friend." He shook his head. "I kind of figure that I have to do something when God says so. Though she knows not to ask now that I'm spoken for."

He leaned against a desk, folding his arms. "Luck? Nice. I generally keep to humans. Y'know, it's safer for someone like me. But wow. How'd that go?"

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