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10/21/2015 12:07:29 AM
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"Besides the guy in the leather jacket, not many. Yet. That's probably because we haven't hit the mission yet."
The bartender hands him a beer.
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 10/21/2015 12:09:41 AM"[i]Uh oh... Could mean Dean's the next target... Maybe.[/i]" "Any in the past? Heard about a few deaths."
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"That guy that just died was a really heavy drinker. Like, we ran out of beer the one time."
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"Wow. Know much else about the guy?"
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"Rumored that he killed his girlfriend. I could see it, he was that kinda guy, you know? Violent, dark, brooding." He pulls out his own beer and takes a sip.
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"[i]Not that much like Dean, but I have a feeling this spirit isn't necessarily gone yet...[/i]" "Wow. Some people..." [b]He finishes off his drink and approaches Dean.[/b]
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Dean is focused on a TV screen with a replay of one of AC/DC's concerts.
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[b]He sits down next to him silently for a moment, then finally musters a word.[/b] "Dean?"
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He turns, taking a sip from his beer but instantly putting it down, almost choking. "Holy shit, Sam?"
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"Yeah... It's me." [b]He notices the bandages on his shoulder from where he patched up his stab wound.[/b]
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"What did you do to your arm? Oh, does it hurt? I'm so sorry for you." His sarcasm was obvious. Dean smirked. [spoiler]*queues "Jerk/Bitch" quote*[/spoiler]
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"I got stabbed by some ghost chick, on the ship! Jerk."
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He chuckles. "Bitch."
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"Whatever, did you hear me? There's some sort of vengeful spirit on board, and it might be coming for you next."
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"Why me?" He scratches at the mark on his arm. [spoiler]You haven't gotten to the mark yet, have you?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]no...[/spoiler] "I think it goes after people who like to drink."
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He nods. "So I'm bait, then?
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"If you want to be. But I still have no clue how to stop it."
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"There's gotta be a body or something on board."
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"There is. Wanna go check it out? I didn't feel like sticking around too long after..." [b]He looks at his wound.[/b] "Yeah..."
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"Not what I meant by body, but sure." He stands.
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"Oh, you meant the girls body? I haven't even I.D.'d her yet, and even if I did, we're on a ship. There's no graves here."
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"What if she's not in a grave?" He smirks, sipping his beer.
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 10/21/2015 8:29:02 PM"Could explain why she's clinging onto this place. Still, no clue where she'd be."
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"Alright. We should go find ourselves a body." Dean finishes his beer and pays, standing and starting to walk away.
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[b]Sam follows, wondering what idea he has.[/b]
