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10/31/2015 1:36:53 AM
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Dean and Cass reappear in a room, surrounded by tables full of books, bowls ingredients, everything. Dean looks around frantically.
"Is this what you've been doing?"
"Yes."
"Uhm....alright. "
Cass reaches to a table and picks up a bowl, as Dean grabs his lighter.
"Need a light?"
"I do, Dean. Light the-"
Dean lights the contents of the bowl on fire and it starts crackling, releasing a sulfur-like smell into the room.
"That'll work."
Cass begins speaking in Latin, an ancient dialect.
<"Oh lord who is in Heaven, damn us to Hell so we may cleanse this man's soul forever.">
[b]"Of course, my children. Be careful."[/b]
The two figures disappear in a flash of white, blinding light.
English
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[b]Hell-Valley of Hatred[/b] Dean reappeared, coughing a bit. Blood, red, warm and thick spewed onto his hand. He looked at it with a look of fear. "Did God just give me....internal bleeding?" "Most likely. That teleportation thing is pretty dangerous to humans." "Oh, that's just great." He weezes, more blood spewing onto his hand. "Let's..." He coughs up more blood. "Get going." "Yeah, let's go." They start walking, looking around. "Where's the book supposed to be?" "Over that ridge...hopefully." "Hopefully? Ain't that encouraging." Dean stumbles a bit, tripping over something. He looks back, a person lay in his wake, reaching a hand out. It speaks with just above a whisper. "Help....me......." Dean looks at Cass, then back at the man. "It's up to you." Cass looks away as Dean pulls his pistol and takes aim at the man. The gunshot rings out, sending bird-like creatures out of the dead, brownish red trees. He holsters the pistol and starts walking again. "So we need the book, the codex and a witch?" "Yes."
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They climb over the hill, seeing an alter. It was surrounded by rocks.....and demons. "Love my job...." "It's only led to death and pain, Dean." "Just a joke, Cass." Dean pulls the First Blade, the veins in his arm glowing red and orange. "I got this." He runs at the demons. They turn, drawing their swords, thinking they would win this. They see the blade a look of "Oh shit" wipes across their faces. The small group of five is no match for him. He hits one, picking it up off the ground, stabbing it as he raises it. The demon falls off his blade as he stands, slicing another's throat. "Two down" He thought as he chased after one with the idea to run. Dean jumps onto it's back, stabbing it in the back. It screams and dies out. Dean smiles, blood dripping from him and his blade alike. A blade rips through his stomach, he looks down in terror then smiles. "Not today..." He turns and digs the blade into the demon's eye, spewing blood all over him. The last demon takes off in the other direction as Dean pulls the sword out of his stomach. Cass looks at him and chuckles. "Smart move." "Shut up, let's get this over with." Dean grabs the book and Cass puts a hand on his shoulder. They disappear and reappear in the hangar. [spoiler]Will make a new post...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]A chat with Murph maybe?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Idk, just executed a random dude[/spoiler]
