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Post by Ezekiel on Jun 22, 2009 20:51:11 GMT -5
Ezekiel gave a sigh. He didn't really want to be the bringer of bad news. He really really didn't want to. It almost made him sad to even think of such a thing, but unfortunately sadness could not come. He shifted his weight a bit on the Impala's hood and began to speak again. "Well, from what I have heard. Now granted it may only be rumor, but the rumor is, is that there is a new leader for the demons rising. Some even may say that he is the son of Lucifer himself come back to do his fathers unfinished work. Though I have no idea on the matter. However, what I do know is that, well some things may very well come into play in the near future, such as well, Sam's psychic abilities. They may become of high value once more. And well, yeah I have some strange feeling that your little girl friend....Morgan....may have some weird tie in on all of this too, though that i am not so sure on as to how. And well I suppose one could say, hell is trying to come back for a potential round two I suppose. So all in all, your life may very well be wanted on not just a silver plate, but more like a red flagged platinum one." he said somberly. "And well Sam, he may just very well become the next demon's new play toy. So Cas wanted you to know that you should really watch your backs. And I warrant that you should too. For your sake and for anyone else's. There may be some darker times coming ahead yet again. Oh and you really should tell Sam sooner or later about those nightmares of yours, they're going to eat you alive if you don't.,,,any questions?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 22, 2009 21:36:15 GMT -5
Dean could feel a migraine rapidly approaching. Sam's psychic shit again! And Morgan,...huh. And how the hell did Ezekiel know about his dreams?...Oh wait duh, the whole angel thing, He almost forgot about that. But he really didn't want to tell Sam about those. Not the nightmares. They weren't something he himself was even fond of. However what was he going to do. There was no way out of the migraine he was about to get, he could always tell on those sorts of things. "So what should I really fully do then? Since well...I mean I have no idea where to go from here. Should I tell Sam about this conversation? And why couldn't Cas be here? I mean I though he would have been. And why can't Sam be in on this, after all you want me to tell him about my nasty dreams."
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Post by Ezekiel on Jun 22, 2009 22:10:54 GMT -5
Ezekiel wasn't quite expecting a load of questions. It made him feel uncomfortable a bit about some of them. Though he knew he would have to answer them. And so he did answer them, with much difficulty. "Well you should get your butts in gear first thing, and find out more about what is going on. And you should keep an eye on Morgan. Who knows what may come up with her. And as for Sam watch out for him. He may very well be used again. And the reason why he couldn't join you and I, well I didn't want Sam getting any high suspicions. He could be tapped, so to say. And that could be bad. And I know how much you are protective of him. As for Cas, he couldn't be here due to other obligations I cannot discuss. So as for now I will leave you to your duties. But keep in mind, I am watching. So no wise cracks about me. Or you could end up feeling my wrath instead of hell's. And that is a wrath you don't want to mess with. So for now toodles and good day. I will be by later when I can talk again. As for now I have lists to catch up on." With that he disappeared in almost a flash right in front of him.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 22, 2009 22:20:49 GMT -5
Dean laid back on the hood of the car for a moment, lacing his fingers behind his head. He looked up at the sky as he did so. Ah, holy hell!, he thought to himself. How was he going to even begin to explain this to Sam. Or even Morgan for that matter. As he noticed time had resumed and Sam coming out of the hotel room, he decided that he wouldn't tell either of them anything for now anyway. But he would most definitely be keeping a closer watch on the both of them. He then pulled himself up off the car before Sam could tell that he was lounging. He walked over to the driver door and opened it and prepared to get in, but before he did he said with a half quirked smile, "You ready to go now?"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Jun 22, 2009 22:29:35 GMT -5
"Yeah, I am." he said with a sigh as he carried out the rest of the stuff that was theirs. He put most of it in the trunk and then the rest in the back of the car after having opened up his sides door. He then looked over the roof of the car at Dean and noted he was sort of pale. He then asked, "Are you alright, you look a little pale and that. Like you saw a ghost or some strange thing like that. Is everything okay dude?"
He really didn't like the look that Dean had. He then just had noticed the music going in Deans car. Now why would Dean have that going? That was odd. Though he supposed Dean had gotten bored waiting for him. But before Dean could answer his question he got in the car and got belted in, he figured Dean would do the same thing. With that he stared forward looking out the side window. He could see some clouds now rolling in. But he had no idea if they would become thunder storm ones. He hoped that they wouldn't. Thunderstorms were a nasty business. He then looked over briefly to see if Dean was getting in, which was when he noted the keys were not in the ignition. This now made him go a bit pale. "Ah Dean...why is the radio on?'
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 22, 2009 22:55:11 GMT -5
For a moment he looked out into nothingness but then snapped back to reality land out of his own thoughts. He too finally got into the car. He didn't want Sam to think that there was something wrong at all. That would be bad. So he tried to reply to him with the best tone he could in his voice, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Honestly I really am. As for the radio, I have no idea." He had remembered the no keys thing too. Apparently Zeeky boy forgot to fix that along with everything else. "Forget about it though, I will wonder what the problem is later. Lets just get the errands done and get to Morgan's okay." With that he put the keys actually into the the ignition, and started the car. And though he would have more than likely turned the radio off due to weirdness, he decided against it. Instead he cranked it to try and get the nasty thoughts out of his head. And for once he didn't really care if Sam minded or not, he had to get rid of his migraine. With that he backed the Impala out of the parking spot and then after getting it adjusted put it into drive. He peeled out of there with great speed. He wanted to get the errands done fast and then get to Morgans so he could rest. As the car exited the motel/ hotels lot it left with a minor screeching. The clouds still rolling in overhead. They were now well on there way to there most recent case...Morgan.
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