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Dib Membrane is full of STUFF. ([info]agentmothman) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-04-15 02:42:00

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Entry tags:dean winchester, dib membrane

Who: Dib Membrane & Dean Winchester
What: Doing what they do best
Where: North of London, England
When: Wednesday Night/Thursday morning
Warnings: Swearing, spooky shit.


Dib wasn't the kind of guy to just sit around the house all night and do nothing at all. He had been handing out business cards and getting a feel for the world since he'd arrived. Sure, training Gir was taking a little time, and having a relationship - while incredible - was a bit of a time sink as well, Dib didn't really sleep all that much, and when he did, it was in the lazy part of the afternoon when Ferb had classes and Gir decided to go out to explore. At night, however, Dib was attentive and at his peak of productivity. Most creatures he researched were nocturnal, or just made themselves known more thoroughly at night.

He'd gotten an email from someone who seemed willing to pay him for his insight into the happenings in a quiet little town a few Kms north of England, and he talked on the phone with him for a while, sensing that the man was earnestly upset by the strange and mysterious disappearances of the local children. The townspeople had been suffering from disorienting headaches, and TVs and video cameras didn't work very well. Dib thought this was really, really odd, and hadn't heard of anything quite like it, so he hopped onto his motorcycle and went to see the area for himself.

The town was quiet and nestled comfortably within a thick wooded  area, and as Dib approached the center of town, his watch detected high levels of electromagnetic frequency. He pulled up to a park and killed the engine of his bike before hopping off, calling up a contact. That contact was Dean Winchester. He wouldn't usually pester the guy, but this seemed like something he'd need a hunter's opinion on.

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-15 09:09 am UTC (link)
Dean had just been watching old Hogan's Heroes reruns (which were creepy in and of themselves when he considered what happened to Bob Crane in the end. When the phone rang, he reached out for it, answering it with one hand and taking a pull from his beer bottle with the other. "Hello," he said, the first syllable almost starting with a y. The caller ID had said it was that new Dib kid (poor guy with a name like that), and he seemed more than on the level.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-15 09:16 am UTC (link)
"Dean? Hey, it's Dib, I'm just north of London. You wouldn't happen to have a night to come give a second opinion of a place, would you? I might need your help. This case is a little... unnerving." Dib wasn't the kind of guy to get scared by the paranormal, but the whole town seemed to be under a big bubble of EMF, and there was the fact that whatever was keeping the people disoriented was kidnapping children. Definitely something a hunter should come deal with.

"I'll run it down for you, there's high EMF readings pretty much all over town. Whatever it is, it's interfering with video and other electronic equipment - well, not mine, but TVs and stuff - and it's been kidnapping children. That's all I can tell you right now. If it has the power to put the town under an EMF bubble, I'm pretty sure it's powerful enough where It's best if there's two of us." He looked around the center of town and noted that it was practically picturesque. Pretty little houses with pretty little lawns, in a pretty little forest. The forest, however, just gave him the wig like nothing else.

"It might have to do with something out in the woods," Dib added with a browfurrow.

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-15 09:18 am UTC (link)
Dean wrinkled his nose. "For once, I'd like to take out something that's haunting a day spa. Or a really nice hotel. It's always the goddamn woods. Text me your GPS, I'll be there soon." He'd gotten just fancy enough to use the GPS function on his cell phone, but that was about as far as he was going to learn. Snapping the phone closed, he went to assemble a bag for Dib, figuring the kid didn't carry guns. Quickly he kissed Bela on the cheek, letting her know where he was going, and that if he didn't call her before the same time tomorrow to call Sammy's ass in for backup.

He got into the car and put on some Scorpions, singing along to himself as he drove.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-15 09:29 am UTC (link)
Dib did as requested, and started off on foot from the park, hands in his pockets as he looked around. This was the park from which two of the five children disappeared. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. There was no evidence of human interference, and as he walked toward the woods, he looked around, looking for any evidence of symbols, tracks of creatures that wouldn't be native to the area, or anything that would point to something that could summon a creature. He wasn't going to go into the woods just yet, not without backup, but he was going to do what he could to figure out exactly what it was.

He already had a good idea that what they were going to be in for was something that was extradimensional. If the children were still on this plane of existence, there would have been evidence of them somewhere. He wasn't, however, going to draw conclusions until Dean got there. He walked back to his bike and did a mental inventory. EMF wasn't the only way to find an extradimensional being. That would be like saying "HEY A HUMAN!" when all you saw was a house. He pulled out a couple gadgets from the inner pockets of his jacket, and put them in his outer pockets for easy reach, as well as his plasma knife. Who knew when that would come in handy.

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-15 09:32 am UTC (link)
True to his word, Dean rolled up within fifteen minutes. He went to get his trusty duffel out of the trunk, as well as the one he'd packed for Dib. He popped up the fake bottom of the trunk to see if he needed anything extra, grabbing some ash stakes, a Baggie of silver bullets, and a hunting knife in iron. That, he slipped into his back pocket before shutting the lid closed.

He waved to his friend, handing over the bag he'd packed for him. "Went with the variety pack," he said by way of explanation.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-15 09:47 am UTC (link)
Dib grinned as the classic car rolled up, and stood from his bike, taking the bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "The grab bag of death and purification, in other words," Dib replied with a wry grin. "Glad you could make it. Two of the five kids disappeared here, in this park. As you can see, it's not likely that someone could have snatched the kids up and run off with them, unless they ran into the woods," Dib walked over to the woods and felt like something was looking at them.

"Yeah, and that paranoid feeling certainly isn't helping any matters. You feel that?"

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-15 09:50 am UTC (link)
He had a soft spot for kids, and anything that ganked kids off of a playground had to go down. He didn't bother with his EMF meter, knowing for a fact it was all over. Dib had said so, and he was a Facts Guy, he trusted his word.

Moving closer to the woods, Dean winced. "Yeah, That's always fun. Maybe it's really just misunderstood and will leave," he posed hopefully.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-15 09:59 am UTC (link)
"Right, no, I somehow doubt that," Dib said as he walked to the treeline once more, and noticed something that looked to be chalked onto a tree. He quirked a brow and walked up to it, crouching down to inspect it more thoroughly. He mentally ran down the symbols associated with the current facts, and he looked over at Dean with a browarch. "If I try to document it, I'd be fucked. If I'm not mistaken, this is more of a you-thing than a me-thing. This is what happens when society starts encroaching on sacred land." He stood up again and shook his head. "Your usual approach will work, at least. We just need to find its spawning point." Looking around the woods, it would be hard to find the creature. This kind of thing would blend in to the silhouettes of the trees. It looked not unlike a tree, itself, but also not unlike a very, very twisted version of a man. A faceless man with multiple, tendril-like limbs.

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 12:37 am UTC (link)
Dean murmured, half to himself. "That's how foresters mark trees they're going to cut down. Maybe he's trying to thin our herd while we're jacking with his." He rubbed his fingers against the mark, blinking when it came off. Licking his fingers, he blinked in confusion. "I think that's chalk."

He pulled out his Mag-Lite, scanning around, figuring if anything, the light would alert the thing to their presence, making it easier to spot. Of course, the downside of that was that it made them easier to spot as well, but Dean figured that would happen sooner or later.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 03:58 am UTC (link)
He stood and nodded, tracking the area that Dean's flashlight scanned, and then paused and nudged him with a nod, "Got him. Five degrees back to the right." Sure, to most eyes it would just be another two thick tree trunks, but if you followed them up, one would find that they were legs.

"Great, he's staring at us." Dib deadpanned, walking in the direction of the thing. "He's probably pissed off that we're in his woods, but too bad. Careful, if he can throw the EMF around town, he's probably able to create space fluxes."

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 04:06 am UTC (link)
"He can suck it up and deal that we're in his woods. We're not cutting anything down, we're not building a bed and breakfast here. We just came for the kids he took." He kept scanning the flashlight left, hoping to misdirect the spooky, leading it to think they didn't know he was there.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 04:19 am UTC (link)
Misdirection was something Dib highly appreciated, though he didn't know if it would work in this particular case. Mostly because he kept looking up to the creature's head, and it was still looking straight at them. He didn't bother caring so much, however. He kept an eye on his watch, watching the levels slowly increase, and he looked over at Dean with a quirk of a brow. "Going after him won't do anything. We should look for his lair. If we burn that, we'll be just as well off as getting him. He can get out of things, his spawning point can't.

In his knowledge, he knew that this thing was the pissed off, evil, man-eating version of dryads. Sure, it would be hard to find the tree in a forest, but that's what he'd been trained to look for. "We're looking for an old tree, the oldest one in these woods. Black bark, no leaves, smells 'off', if you get me. It's his connection to this world."

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 04:22 am UTC (link)
"I get why it's always trees, but god, one day I hope to find a damn haunted feather-top mattress. Maybe that won't set my allergies off." He wanted to suggest they could burn the whole forest down, but that's what had pissed the thing off to begin with.

Then he had a thought. "What about the kids? If we make it where he can't get back, what if they can't either? They're priority one."

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 04:28 am UTC (link)
"He ate the kids," Dib said with an even tone. "He'll eat more if he has a chance. Sorry, Dean, but playing hero means damage control, sometimes, not rescuing the innocent." Dib knew what the creature actually did to the kids, but eating them was just a nice way of saying they were gone for good. Those kids weren't the kids that left, and never would be. "The sooner we take this thing down, the better."

Now Dean got it into Dib's mind that the kids might be out there, as well. Faceless, soulless husks with the ability to screw with things on a more deeply personal level than the tall, demented creature itself could do. Dib paused in his walking and looked over at a tree - not the one - before continuing on.

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 04:34 am UTC (link)
Dean sighed. He hated not having intel on the thing, but if Dib said it wasn't possible, he knew it wasn't. If it was, even a little, Dib would've been like him and charged in, guns blazing.

"Older trees are usually further in." He looked around at the younger trees, pointing out a sapling. "Let's keep going, even though it smells like ass out here. Stupid nature."

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 04:44 am UTC (link)
Dib nodded and silently started deeper into the woods. He was on guard, however, because if five children had disappeared, that would mean they had six enemies at the least to be on the lookout for. Something that, after a moment, he decided to tell Dean. "Okay, fine. Not so much eaten as transformed. He can't get places he can send them. Think about a queen ant and its worker drones. It's like that." His voice was hushed as he quietly walked through the woods. He'd learned to make as little sound as possible when he walked when he was much younger, and it paid off when he went into a place with dead leaves and dry sticks.

It was then that Dib caught movement out of the corner of his eye and felt a sharp sensation, like the nanites in his blood had been temporarily shorted out. Something quick had darted behind a tree. "Shit," He said, stopping and going into the bag that Dean had given him, fishing out a handgun. While he knew that it would only deter them, not kill them, but that was the best he could do.

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 04:52 am UTC (link)
"Do they have the stupid like worker drones do?" That would help. But he doubted that was how it worked; if something could work out in his favor while on a hunt, it almost never did. "And while we're at it, anything else I should know about this guy?" He hoped there was nothing else, but if the kid was holding out on him, it could get them both serious pain.

He heard the expletive, saw the kid go for a gun, and pulled his own .45 from the back of his pants. Holding the gun in front of him, he raised an eyebrow to his new friend. The eyebrow said volumes, mostly along the lines of Please Tell Me That Shit Means You Left The Stove On.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 04:56 am UTC (link)
Dib certainly knew the magic of talking with eyebrows alone, since he was fluent in that language, himself. He shook his head and motioned with his eyes to the tree which hid the first of what he knew would assuredly be five little horrific little faceless children who could move ungodly fast. That was when two more came closer to them and he readied his gun, taking the safety off, before holding his own. "Here they come. We're obviously close, or they wouldn't be surrounding us." He paused a beat before adding, "Maybe now's a good time to mention I'm shit with a gun."

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 05:00 am UTC (link)
"Then stop using the .45, grab the sawed-off." He nodded at the bag he'd given Dib. "You won't have to be a good shot at close range."

It was at that moment he saw a figure sprinting for him in a way that was usually reserved for people on PCP or in the Olympics. He didn't have time to move, so he planted his feet and fired, hitting it in the face and sending it back with a dull thud. They didn't even make noise, and somehow that was even creepier.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 05:07 am UTC (link)
Dib did as suggested, and figured that Dean had loaded them with rock salt, which, y'know, worked well for what they were dealing with. He pointed and aimed at another, hitting it and sending it back. The creepiest thing was that the little bastards were still wearing their former selves' clothes. He very well could have just shot a little girl in a pleasant yellow sundress. "Keep them off me, I'm looking for that fucking tree now." He kept going into the deep woods, keeping his eyes peeled for the children, and for the main thing, itself. That's when he found the old, twisted, and leafbare tree. It could be the one, he thought.

He dug in his pocket and set a device on the trunk, as low as he could to the ground, before pressing a button and letting it activate. It was a high-tech laser saw. It was silent as it worked, but it worked fucking well. He kept his back to the tree when he saw the lumbering creature making its silent, terrifying way towards them. "Dean," warned Dib, pointing up at the pale, featureless face of the creature. "We pissed it off."

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 05:15 am UTC (link)
Dean was more than capable, and as he picked off silent but angry children, he sort of felt like he was in Children of the Corn. Just a silent, poorly lit version. Oddly enough, he thought about that as he waited for Dib to place the whatever the hell he was placing at the base of the tree.

He blinked as he saw the creature move toward them. "Hey, guy, over here!" He saw it moving toward Dib, and he halved the difference, squaring off his shoulders and running as fast as he could toward the mosnter. Suck on this, douchebag.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 05:21 am UTC (link)
Dib would have facepalmed at Dean's act of stupid heroism but he was too busy reloading the sawed off, and made sure to aim as best he could before shooting at the thing. The saw would be done in two minutes, but that was the two minutes that would really be the worst. And he hadn't even thought of if there were more. If there WAS more than one of these bastards in this woods, he wasn't even going to bother with the second one. Fuck that. Let someone else do it. This was the one that had kidnapped the kids in the first place, and if he wanted to deal with the other one, he'd be bringing in more people who could defend themselves appropriately against something like this.

"Watch out for its arm thingies!" He called out to Dean, shooting at one of the twisting tentacles that was on its way over to try and snatch Dean up.

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 05:27 am UTC (link)
Dean bore hard right at the yell, noticing the random arm things. As he ran, he wove through the trees, trying to distract it. When he could get a good shot in, he did, the muzzle flash illuminating the trees.

"Could you stay still for two seconds, Creepy McGee?" He manged to roll for a moment, pulling out a peashooter from his boot after he ran out of ammo. He stuck the spent .45 into his jacket pocket. Anyone who put a gun that had been just fired into the back of their pants had seen way too many bad cop movies, or had fireproof ass skin.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 05:34 am UTC (link)
Dib made a little eeping noise when he saw that the five little faceless husks were making their way over to him, not Dean, and he pulled out something else from the bag Dean had handed him. "Get back!" He yelled. "I have a..." He looked to see what it was and waved it at him, "I have a bottle of holy water!"

That at least made them a little confused. The saw was halfway done by then, and it had the obvious effect of making the bigger guy slower and stupider.

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 05:41 am UTC (link)
Dean blinked and paused and looked over his shoulder at Dib. "Holy water. Seriously? Do they look like the undead?" He jogged away from the big guy, taking headshots at the little ones with the five bullets he had left. Doing a baseball slide toward his bag, he took it with him a little ways away from the kids, managing to reload and stand up with a speed born of practice.

"Use a flare," he shouted.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 05:49 am UTC (link)
"Actually, they kinda do," Dib pointed out, but he grabbed a flare anyway, and tossed it at the kids after lighting it, and checked the time on the saw. 30 seconds. He kicked one of the kids who came after him in the face and glared at the rest, who were more or less running away and to the larger beast, who had sunk to its knees.

He'd known they'd already won, but he kept the one faceless freak under his boot until it dissolved into nothingness, and the tree creaked and fell. "That was way too easy," Dib pointed out. "I wouldn't doubt if there was another one in the woods, but I'm not dealing with it tonight. We got rid of the offending one."

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 05:58 am UTC (link)
"And we're sure as hell not leaving that tree stump there to take root elsewhere." He reached into his bag and pulled out a container of rock salt, a bottle of lighter fluid, and his lighter. "Who knows what could happen if a plant or something grew out of there." He started to liberally douse the tree with the salt and the fluid, touching the lighter to it. He watched the fire burn, knowing he'd put it out in a while with the gallon of water he had in the bag.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 06:07 am UTC (link)
"Usually killing the tree takes the thing out of it, but better safe than sorry," Dib said as he shoved the guns and holy water back into the bag, checking his watch. "Immediate drop in the EMF, but it's still considerably high. There probably is another one. They're more common where I'm from because there was a huge population boom about thirty years before I was born." He took the saw and pocketed it again, glad that it didn't get damaged when the tree fell on it.

"You want to grab a beer?"

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 06:09 am UTC (link)
"As long as that one isn't taking kids, I have no beef with it." When he was satisfied that nothing would be able to take root on the stump, he put the fire out with the water, nodding at the beer suggestion. "Yes, that sounds awesome." He put the empty container into his bag, walking with Dib toward their vehicles.

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[info]agentmothman
2010-04-16 06:18 am UTC (link)
"I'm thinking I might have to make an addition of stuff to your bible of weird shit. I know you've got a good handle on all the usual weird shit, but stuff like this guy? You probably don't know much about. Extradimensional creatures tend to be a little harder to keep track of, anyway. I'll see what I can do." He tossed the bag back to Dean, "Keep it, I don't usually need weapons, and I've got my own holy water and stuff." He sat down on his bike. "Lead the way."

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[info]doubleup
2010-04-16 06:24 am UTC (link)
"That'd be good, yeah. I only know shit about the stuff from my own world, and that was bad enough. Now we've got stuff leaking in from other ones?" He shuddered and caught the spare bag with his free hand, throwing it in the trunk.

Once in his car, he rumbled toward town, knowing there would be a few good pubs closer to his house. He pulled into a parking lot behind one of his favorites, getting out and waiting for Dib to get off his bike.

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