[Filtered to Police]
I need someone that's actually good with people to go talk to Euphie the Turnabout Cafe. Ask about Cain Hargreaves, when they last say him. That sort of shit.
I'm going to stop by the Opera House and check it out. I want someone with some investigating experience looking in the Underground. This dude is missing and I've got a report
that thinks he was kidnapped. We're looking for an Alexis Hargreaves.[ooc: Euphie mun is totally okay with Euphie actually being interviewed if anyone wants to do some police work there. I don't know much oocly about this plot but I wanted to make sure we got on it.]
Mo--Mary Winchester went back home.
[It's said in that flat, all business, deep voice Dean has. He clicks the device off immediately afterwards. He doesn't want to talk about Mary being gone and right now, he doesn't even want to be in the Impala. It's too close to her. Instead he's going to take his gun, tuck it in his jeans and go 'patrol' the City on foot. It'll be a nice long, thorough walk because he doesn't particularly want to go home either.]
[ooc: Dean is out on foot all over the City. Come kiss him and cheer him up]
So hey...I'm Dean Winchester and I'm the new chief of police. Some of you know me and you know I'm not great at following the rules or going by the book so I'm not gonna try. We've got people from all over the damn place here and I don't see much sense in imposing my laws on everyone. Not like I paid much attention to them back home anyway. Trying to enforce them here just makes me a hypocritical dick so here's what we're gonna do. The police force is going to try to keep people safe. You guys have got to pitch in because I'm awesome but I can't keep a whole City safe even with an entire police force helping out. That means new law. Real simple:
Don't be a dick.
Yup. That's pretty much it. Don't be a dick.
I know some of you have problems with that. Cas, I'm looking at you, so I'm gonna outline it for you. Don't do anything to anybody that you wouldn't want me to turn right around and do to you. If you're a sick bastard, lemme know right now. Chances are I'm gonna find out about it anyway.
I don't want me or my police officers running around wiping your ass. I've got better things to do like save people so that's what we're gonna try. If you want to pitch in, let me know. We can always use the help.
And don't call me Chief. That's Beckett or Cam. I'm just Dean.
If you don't want to work for me, I understand. If you do, I'd appreciate you sticking around.
Alright, listen up. Creepy ass statue things, don't look them in the eye and don't look away from them. Pair up or stay in groups whatever makes you happy. Don't fall asleep. Get some friggin' coffee. Don't worry about shooting them because you're just gonna waste ammo. Give me or the Police station a call. We'll come baby sit you or take you back to the police station so you can wait with everyone else.
[Dean will be prowling around the City, checking on people, knocking on doors and making sure everyone is safe. Feel free to stop him or run into him anywhere you want, just put the setting in the subject line.]
[Winchester Clan--includes Jess]
Mom, Sammy, Jess, you guys okay?
Cas, I'm figuring you don't have to blink so wanna head over to Mom's house and stare at things?
[The device is nudged and turns on accidentally. There's a sleepy yawn coming from the bundle of blankets on the bed. After a moment a head emerges, the spiky hair and freckled face of a little boy. If one looks closely though, it's clear that this is still Dean. He's simply eight years old today rather than thirty two. He looks a bit confused as he crawls out of bed, barely catching the sweatpants at the waist. They're much too big for him.]
[He was pretty sure when he crawled into bed that night, Sam was already asleep. He pads into the bathroom.] Sam! Where'd you wander off to?
[And that tone of voice, that is eight year old panic. Dean rushes back into the room and reaches under the bed, grabbing the sawed off shotgun there. Yes, even at eight he kept a sawed off shotgun under the bed.]
[Dean has got a flashlight duct taped to a sawed off shotgun so that he can hold it the right way and still see. There's an army duffel bag thrown over one shoulder and pushed across his back so that it's out of the way. He's definitely creeping through a house that is definitely not his or Mary's. It's Gothic, falling down, dusty, covered in cobwebs and clearly abandoned. Slices of the rooms and hallways he's walking through are revealed in splashes of yellow light from the flashlight-shotgun combo he's rigged.
He stops in one of the larger rooms, sets down the duffel bag, keeping the shotgun pointed in a general direction that's neither his feet nor the ceiling while he rummages in the bag. There's a flash of movement, the device is jiggled and it falls out of his pocket to roll across the floor. There's a ghost rushing at Dean with a scream. It slashes out at him, retreats and then comes in again. Dean fires the shotgun directly at the apparition and it disappears.]
Thanks for not makin' me find the EMF detector.
[He gets a bag of rock salt out and starts salting some doorways and windows when he's done, he picks up the bag, slings it over his shoulder and then grabs the device. He shoves that in his pocket and continues on his way.]
[Dean is approaching this whole thing with a lot of mixed feelings. He knows he could see Sam. He also knows seeing Sam would mean losing him again and as much as he wants to see Sam, he doesn't know if he can handle losing him again. He's a bit grumpy but he's sitting on the hood of the Impala just off the square with a half a tin of Mary's cherry pie and a six pack of beer. He's
Great. One of these weekends again. Don't touch the car without permission. Make a line over there to touch me and I'm way more awesome than Carver Edlund ever imagined.
[Dean flips on the video as he's emerging from building 7. He looks rough, unshaven, exhausted and dirty. He is tired, exhausted and ready for a shower but he's grateful in some ways to be back. He didn't find any of the answers he wanted, just more questions so on the whole, while he's glad he went, the trip was largely unsatisfying.]
So we're back. I hate the damn desert.
Mom, you still here?
[Dean is on a boat. No it's not the start to a joke. Dean is on a boat. He signed up for the expedition to check out the barrier and what's beyond it. He's on the top deck, sitting off away from the others.]
So far, being on a friggin' boat is boring. I shot some kind of fish in the water. Pretty sure it was some kind of giant trout. Hauled it in and thinking about having it for supper. If they can get all the buckshot out of it.
[Note that along with his video there are several viral 'videos' of porn attached. He is unaware of this but the network is getting treated to Busty Asian Beauties.]
[Private to Mary]
You doing alright, Mom? How's my baby?
[And no, Mary isn't spared a bunch of porn either. Sorry Mom!]
[ooc: Dean is cursed. You all get porn.]
Mom! I'm home! [Dean yells this as he opens the door and prepares for the barrage of brothers and sisters as he goes about hanging up his coat, toe-heeling his shoes off and general 'I'm home' sort of routines.] Sorry I'm late. My favorite sister piled all the paper work for the last week on me.
[Okay to be honest it was all the paperwork he'd been avoiding for the last
month week. He really thinks he ought to get special consideration considering the chief is his sister. She has other ideas.]