05 | voice | day 108

[intelligently]

I know that this sounds odd. [ And isn't really a question that people generally ask. Also what isn't odd, around here? It's her justification ] But with what's been happening I'd like to know.

[ There's a pause. It's a touchy subject, obviously, and she's not even sure where the conversations might go ]

I want to know about your experience with death. [ She's going to try and go slow on this. As slow as Lydia Martin wanting to know something can. But things are pretty messed up. She feels pretty messed up. And she'll even tell her reasons for asking if she's asked ]

Not just if you know someone has died but... if you've seen it. [ A two second pause ] Or nearly died.

It's happened here, and could have happened a lot more. [ If Dirk hadn't put out that useful message. People were still taken but at least they were warned ]

But- Can people come back? [ It might sound crazy, but it's happened before. It happened to Jackson - twice, although that was a supernatural thing. But it leaves the possibility, right? ]

( PRIVATE: Allison Argent | "Stiles" Stilinski )

I'm going to the library. Hopefully it's as useful as it should be.

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[venatical]

I got time now if you do. [ No beating around this bush. ]

[intelligently]

Okay. I'll meet you there.

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[ Dean will be waiting in the diner when she gets there, leaning back in his seat and looking thoughtful because he's not sure how far he ought to take this with her. Bring her up to speed? Does he really want to inflict that kind of knowledge about the world on her? ]

[intelligently]

[ It's only a few minutes after Dean arrived that Lydia did. She'd been ready when he'd mentioned meeting her, and it hadn't taken her long to get to the diner. Spotting Dean Lydia took the seat opposite him ]

Hey.

[venatical]

Hi. [ He'd thought about fixing them something to eat or drink, but this isn't really a happy, lunch-time kind of conversation anyway. He puts his hands together on the table, eyes down for a moment, before he looks up at her, really looking, trying to see into her. ]

How much do you want to know? Have I seen people die? Yeah. Have they come back sometimes? [ He hesitates, watching her, and then nods. ] Yeah. Was it ever easy? [ He shakes his head no. Well, unless you're Cas. ]

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[ Lydia hadn't expected that straight off that bat, but she was appreciative, appreciative that he didn't beat around the bush. He'd given her information, and an in ]

How did they come back?

[venatical]

[ She wasn't exactly beating around the bush with her question, and Dean's not thrilled to hear her asking about it; there's no real good way to beat around this bush, so might as well jump into it. It's going to hurt no matter what.

Like right there, her question. Dean nods and glances away, his eyes moving over the diner counter as he decides how to phrase his answer. ]

Usually it involves someone arranging to bring their soul back from wherever it was. Like I said. It's not easy. It's not cheap, either.

[intelligently]

Bringing back their soul?

[ She sounded worried, and rightly so. It didn't sound so pleasant, though she was certain that hadn't happened to Jackson. Except Jackson's situation had been a little different ]

Who has to do that? Or can.

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[ Dean just shakes his head and looks into her eyes. ]

Not you. Angels have a better shot at it, but most of them are dicks, so don't count on it. Why are you asking? [ His expression softens. ] Who died?

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Wallie. Here, anyway. I didn't know him but he was brought here. Someone knew him, and if he's dead then he can't go home.

[ Unless there's something else that she's missing out on, which is likely.

And then she pauses, just for a moment. This is the part that she'd missed out on from their last conversation - her exact involvement other than just knowing about it ]

I found him. That's what I apparently do. Find bodies. [ She did at home before she came back, and apparently she will again ]

[venatical]

[ Dean hadn't thought of that, but it must be true; if you die here, then you die here, no going home. That's rough, and it makes him wonder about what would happen if Alfie goes home. Would he just go back to die? ]

You find bodies? [ Don't make a joke about being a bloodhound, don't do it...

She's got the right hair color for it... Okay, no. Dean's biting the inside of his cheek. ]

What do you mean?

[intelligently]

I mean that I find them.

[ Lydia wasn't quite certain how that was difficult to misunderstand ]

I found Wallie here and then some guy at the pool at home. I don't know how, or why. I just... found them.

[venatical]

[ Well, there's a difference between it being your job or something that you can't turn off -- bloodhound bloodhound. There's a vague meaning behind that statement that he's not sure he gets. ]

So like you're drawn to dead bodies? You can sense them?

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Not consciously? I keep sleep walking, or something.

[ Or something indeed - she was never asleep when it happened ]

I can be doing something or go to do something, and then the next time I know it I'll be somewhere else. And I don't know how I got there. Each time there's been a body nearby. Dead.

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Like you're possessed. [ Dean offers it uncertainly because he's not actually sure, but it sounds like some kind of a possession gig. ]

Do you get any other symptoms? Is it cold, or... do you smell sulfur?

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No. Just the sleep walking. I snap out of it before I find the body.

[ There's a brief pause. She's not sure whether or not to add this, but it's important, and relevant ]

When it happened here Ned found me. When I snapped out of it he was with me.

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And that's unusual? There aren't people with you the other times?

[ Though he makes a mental note to talk to Ned, too. It'll be different when Dean's coming to him with an actual question, he hopes. ]

When did this start?

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It's only happened twice. So far. [ She knows it'll happen again because Stiles mentioned it. And she trusts him ] The first time I was alone. When I came back that was the first time - I came back just after it.

[ There's a brief pause as she thinks ]

A few months before that I was wandering around the woods. Apparently I was there for two days but I don't remember it - it was the same as this. [ Minus actually coming across the dead body ]

[venatical]

[ Something happened to her a few months ago, then. Dean's still thinking some sort of possession. He thinks for a minute, and then he reaches to pull out his flask. He unscrews the lid and pulls over a glass, pouring some in, then pushes it over to her. ]

Have some of that. It's got a kick, so be careful. [ It's the moonshine that was made with holy water. ]

[intelligently]

[ Lydia looked at it for a few seconds before slowly picking up the glass, drinking whatever was in it (and quickly, thanks to the kick warning). She trusted Dean enough to do it, although with how it tasted she wanted to regret that ]

What was it?

[venatical]

Some of Ellen Harvelle's moonshine, the batch that was brewed with holy water. If you were possessed by a demon, it wouldn't have just tasted bad.

[ He screws the cap back on his flask and tucks it in his pocket. ]

There are other kinds of possession, maybe, like ghost possession. But with you being called to different kinds of bodies, back home and here, I don't know about that one.

[intelligently]

You think that I'm possessed?

[ That definitely was pretty... odd. And with all the blackouts she'd been having? Why not ]

There isn't any other option?

[venatical]

It fits with the blackouts. Not sure how the dead bodies tie in yet.

[ Dean hasn't run into many people who aren't aware of their status as a supernatural being, so his mind is going to possession first. ]

Hey. You want me to look into this? There are books in the library that can help me; I saw 'em.

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What if they don't? [ Is that even an option? Hopefully he'll know.

When Dean asks if she'd like him to look into it at first Lydia just looks at him, only for a couple of seconds, and then she nods. He knows a lot more about, about everything than she does. It'd help ]

I wouldn't even know where to start.

[venatical]

They've got to. People don't just blackout and wake up next to dead bodies over and over again.

We'll do it together. Promise. [ He smiles at her, trying to be a little more comforting. ]

This is what my brother and I do, okay?