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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.

[strongeralone]

That's unacceptably little, what have the two of you been doing all this time?

[ganking]

Mostly? We've been stuck in a city surrounded by some kinda supernatural mist. It's, uh - it's a long story. But we can't get out, and there're a bunch of other people stuck there too.

[strongeralone]

Sam's told me. [A nod] Supernatural mist you both make a habit of getting lost in, I hear.

[ganking]

[ Sam. Some details could be left untold. 8| ]

Only happened once, just for, uh, a long time. [ A month each, yup. ] Things've been pretty calm lately though. Bobby's around too.

[strongeralone]

[Blame the other resident of the headspace, Dean.]

Good, at least someone's keeping you knuckleheads in check.

[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.]

[ganking]

[ A beat, but then there's a small smile, 'cause it's true. They're lucky to have Bobby. ]

His got his hands full - but not only with us.

[strongeralone]

Demons started showin' up - Sam told me. What's your status with that? You need to figure out a new way to kill 'em.

[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.]

[ganking]

Trust me, I'd love to. Thing is, she'll just crawl back like the bitch she is. [ Meg's a pain like that. ] Thinkin' about trapping her though. Easier to keep an eye on her that way.

[strongeralone]

You mentioned that plan to Bobby?

[ganking]

Yeah, 'course. He wouldn't wanna miss out on somethin' like that anyway.

[strongeralone]

Good. [He nods] You boys listen to him.

[ganking]

Don't worry, dad. [ They can handle themselves. ]

So, uh...you headed anywhere?

[strongeralone]

[Don't worry - yeah - don't hold your breath.]

Not at the moment. Sam tells me these muns operate in stages, the first one being something called a voice test. That's where I'm at.

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.

[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.