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[saltline]

[ Feed flickers on and Dean's...more or less set himself up in his bar. Regardless of what is going on with his brother, it's his headquarters. The hunter was more worried about what was going on with Sam than anything else. Than getting out of this place because...unlike everyone else, he still wasn't giving a damn if anyone got home. He did not want to be kicked back to Purgatory. The warm bed was good enough to keep him happy. He shuffled around as he tossed a couple more empty bottles into the trash before looking down at the communicator. ] So...I'm guessing that box didn't get us home but it did give us a giant smurf. Anybody deal with that yet? Or...you know, did you let it continue it's rampage? Everyone alright? Still alive but emotionally traumatized?

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[preytosociety]

And what makes you think we'll need your help?

[saltline]

All I know is weird shit and I know more people involved means quicker results.

[preytosociety]

So now you want to get involved. Right, I'm just a little confused because around this time last week, you were being anything but helpful and criticizing my choice to do research in the library.

Did you ever get around to building that boat? [The smile just got 67% more haughty.] I'm sure it's very seaworthy.

[saltline]

Hardy har har, Princess Peach. Getting out of here is still not on my top list of priorities. Something about jumping from the frying pan right back to the fucking fire doesn't really jump out to me as awesome. But people getting hurt and people dying won't sit well with me in the least bit.

Turns out...'m still better at melting down candle holders to make bullets than carpenter. [ He faces his communicator towards his new collection of ammo he's been working on. ] And drawing up a map of the town. Significant landmarks, knowing the area gives everyone a better opportunity to fortify if we need too. [ He shows off the map he has hanging in his bar. ]

[preytosociety]

No one is dying. No one.

[Not that she can really do anything about it other than forbid it and worry like crazy.]

... Cute. [Homemade bullets? Really?]

If you find a fool proof way of keeping certain people from doing something stupid, let me know. I'm in desperate need.

[saltline]

I would have to agree.

[ But gee, doesn't that sound familiar. ]

Well, my ammo would eventually run out. [ He held up his gun, shrugging. ]

Other than tie them to a chair? I still haven't figured it out. Everyone I knew did things stupid too. [ Keyword: Knew. ]

[preytosociety]

[Dean agreeing with her is unsettling. She eyes him warily.]

I'm pretty sure the chair solution would only work on one of them. Why did you use the past tense? Everyone from wherever you're from is a complete moron?

[Doesn't surprise her.]

[saltline]

The chair solution works for everyone. Just have to have the right sort of binds. Most people can get out of simple rope or handcuffs. Well, the non-idiot people can do that.

[ He cringes, looking down at the ground. ] My family, my friends. They gave their lives for something greater...or what they thought was greater.

So yeah, they were morons. A lot of them died for me. [ Because of him. ]