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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]

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.