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[roadkills]

[It isn't his laptop, but he manages to figure out the basics in short order. So have a patented pair of Sam Winchester's puppy dog eyes staring at the screen.]

Uh - hey. I'm not sure if anyone else out there can really hear me. To tell you the truth, I'm still not convinced that any of this is real.

[Sure, he's seen more than his share of strange things. But his dreams have been equally bizarre. He's sort of hoping for the latter.]

I'm looking for someone. His name is Dean.

[Or maybe he's under an alias. But he really doesn't feel like covering the list that ranges from "Dr. James Hetfield" to "Sigfried Houdini"]

He's got brown hair, brown leather jacket, hazel eyes - I think. Anyway, if anyone can hear me, and they see him, tell him...tell him that his brother is looking for him.

And that I'm sorry.

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[bloominghistorian]

Yes. Only yesterday.

I'll keep a watch for a Dean. If you like.

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[roadkills]

Around the same time as me.

[And he wonders how many more were brought with them. But he doubts she would know that any more than he does.]

Thanks. I'm Sam, by the way.

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[bloominghistorian]

[The camera comes on then, a very tall woman in semi-risque clothes: a wrap skirt and a purple leather jacket only partially zipped up. She has a pair of glasses propped up on her head and she doesn't look comfortable but neither does she squirm. She's still getting used to the idea of these people being those she can trust. To be fair, she'd been a little wary of the Revolutionary Army at first as well and she was one of their heroes.]

Robin. And you're welcome.

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[roadkills]

So I guess you got the whole 'here's your shotgun and your debit card' speech too.

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[bloominghistorian]

[She nodded]

I took pistols. The card is new. I've never had an account before.

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[roadkills]

[For Sam, it was the first time he didn't have to come up with a ridiculous name to get one.]

Pistols? So you're trained in firearms?

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[bloominghistorian]

[Another nod.]

I'm better with melee combat, though.

[Which was when something very odd happened. She spread her hands, but there were too many hands. Sprouting from her elbows were 2, 3, 4, 5 different forearms a piece with hands to match. They all waved, little pink petals wafting around her fingers, as she gave a little smile.]

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[roadkills]

[Sam pulls back, wide-eyed with surprise.]

Whoa! How the hell'd you do that?

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[bloominghistorian]

[Like a fan folding closed, the extra forearms disappeared.]

I'm... [a pause, obviously someone was figuring out how to phrase something] it's a talent unique to me.

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[roadkills]

I'm not sure unique's the word for it. Have you always been able to do that?

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[bloominghistorian]

Not always. But I've had it since I was little.

[A tilt of her head.]

Why a shotgun?

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[roadkills]

I'm just pretty familiar with it. With all firearms, really.

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[bloominghistorian]

And why is that? Were you a big game hunter?

[she rested her head on her hand]

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[roadkills]

Yeah, something like that. It's a family business. My brother and I learned from our father.

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[bloominghistorian]

What's the biggest thing you've ever bagged?

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[roadkills]

[Azazel, although he wasn't the one that took the shot.]

Wolves. They weren't very big, but they were extra vicious.

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[bloominghistorian]

Did you have to lure them out with a red hood?

[A glance at the camera, at Sam]

Were you the one in the dress?

[Slightly sly smile; light teasing from her is sometimes hard to tell.]

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[roadkills]

No, uh. Red's really not my color.

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[bloominghistorian]

[A faint smile.]

Not mine either. I prefer purple. Or black.