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[strongeralone]

 [Behold - the almighty arsenal of doom is being pulled out. He fully intends on taking turns with these, one of them's bound to make a hole in the headspace. Right?]

I ain't gonna say this again, girl. You let me and my boy out or I'm takin' you down with me. 

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[ganking]

Might take quite a bit with some of 'em bein' a little thick-headed.

[ But the testing should make for a great time. Also - ]

Hey, dad.

[strongeralone]

Dean.

[Have a nod, it's good to see you, circumstances aside.]

Your brother's tellin' me you've been here long. What have you found?

[ganking]

[ Oh, he hates admitting failures to John. ]

Not a lot. And not a lot we can do about that, either. [ It's all about rolling with the punches. ]

[strongeralone]

[Not a lot we can do? Rolling with the punches? WHO ARE YOU. :|]

Tell me what you got.

[ganking]

[ Someone who's been doing this for a while now. 8( ]

Dad - whatever Sammy's got, it's the same right here.

[dashboardlite]

[Did you say mighty arsenal of doom? Magic words, dad. Magic words.]

S'a nice try, but the head honchos usually aren't big into listening.

[He smiles lopsidedly, since it's been a while.]

[strongeralone]

[Well, almost of doom. Still missing something to kill off these pesky muns.]

What've you tried so far? Save me some time.

[Here have a smile and a nod too, son.]

[dashboardlite]

Well, reasoning ain't gonna get you anywhere, and neither is force.

[Seeing as force doesn't do an intangible muse much good.]

'Fraid it's kind of a "go where they send ya and deal with it" thing, most of the time.

[He shrugs a little.]

Sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes...

[A grimace.]

[strongeralone]

Sometimes what? Where did yours send you?

['cause from the sound of it your mun should be higher on the hit list than his. He's just hanging here so far.]

[dashboardlite]

[There is a very, very long pause.]

...you gotta promise not to laugh, dad.

Hello Dean & Dean. Have another, John.

[lovemesomepie]

Don't suppose your journal's got anything on this.

Deans - unite!

[strongeralone]

Puppet-masters exist in many cultures but I've never seen one as bad as this.

[lovemesomepie]

They're endless - and so's the amount of people they catch in 'headspace'.

[strongeralone]

Who else s'up there with you?

[lovemesomepie]

Some civilian called Alan Bradley. Big shot at ENCOM Technology. Apparently he's met me and Sam before, knows a bit about ghosts.

C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER.

[blahblahblahblah]

[Sam's not aware that Dean--his Dean--has explained their situation in Wonderland to their father yet. He hasn't seen John since the tragedy in the hospital, and this is the first he's encountered in the wide world of the internet. Appropriately, he's looking stunned, but quickly brings himself to it, clearing his throat hastily and inclining his head.]

... Dad.

o/

[strongeralone]

[Oh Sammy. Let's see if we can have a conversation without making a Dean break us up.]

Son.

[blahblahblahblah]

[We'll try our darndest!]

Dad, I--

[He cuts off, mouth slightly open, forcing down a growing lump in his throat.]

... It's good to see you again.

[strongeralone]

It's good to see you too, Sammy.

[Here, have a smile]

[blahblahblahblah]

[He mirrors the smile, shakily.] ... This is--

[Sam pauses, shaking his head.] Kind of... hard to believe.

[71_chevelle]

Ya think maybe you wanna talk about that first, John? Before you start shootin' things?

[Winchesters.]

Don't know where you are, but the rules don't work that way.

[strongeralone]

Talkin' doesn't seem to be doin' anyone any good either.

[71_chevelle]

And shootin' up a storm is going to make everything sunshine again.

[strongeralone]

She has Sam.

['nough said.]

[71_chevelle]

Like what, hostage? Or in her head with you?