[Accidental audio]

[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[The communicator is quite clearly in his pocket, because the audio is muffled.]

...Why don't you come on out and fight, asshole?

But Dean, I just want to -mhm- talk.

[There's a quietly breathed "No", before] Yeah, well, nice try. Sam ganked you.

You should know better than that. Did you really expect me to be gone that easily?

[There's nothing but a deep breath before] Crux sancta sit mihi lux, Non draco sit mihi dux, Vade retro satana-

[He's cut off by the hand that wraps around his throat. The communicator drops to the ground with a clatter, and Dean rasps past the hand] Just kill me, then.

[There's a small, amused pause] Always in .... such a rush. Didn't I each you to -mhm- take your time with this sort of thing, grasshopper? [Then the sound of a fist connecting hard enough to knock Dean out. then the feed cuts off.]

[[OOC: basically, this is a post to say that Dean has vanished until I make my next post. Until then, if you try looking for him, he will not be findable, no matter where you look - or how. if your character can do location spells or anything like that, it will scramble, and show him as everywhere. Location by telepathy won't be possible either if you try it; all you'll see is dark, chains, and hell flashbacks.

you can use this to discuss what you just saw - thread-hops abundant - or whatever else you like, you just won't get a response from Dean. that doesn't mean you won't get a demon gloating at you, though.]]

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[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[Sam.. Sam knew that voice. A cold lump of dread settled into his gut as he snatched up his comm, desperately looking to home in on his brother.

[Nothing.]

Mom? Cas? Jesus, someone tell me you've seen Dean? We've got to find him. Now.. [Frantic? Yes, please. And it has nothing to do with the fact that he's out of breath and sporting a dozen various slashes along his arms and torso. Nope.]

[was_a_hunter]

[Thankfully, it seemed Mary had been faring better than Sam. Aside from the rats, things had been more or less uneventful so far. At least until this post from Dean; now, she was just worried.

As Sam sent the message out, she picked up her own communicator, moving with new purpose as she looked for her eldest.]

Sam?

What's going on? Who's with Dean?

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[Before Sam can reply, the door bursts open and he's being charged at by a happy smiling clown. With a very large knife. The blackberry drops and skews crazily, only picking up muted sounds of a struggle and deeply disturbing laughter.

[He's back a moment later, this time with an additional slash across his chest and a stab wound to his arm. No time to deal with his own injuries. Dean. He has to find Dean.]

Alistair. It's a demon, Mom. We have to find him and kill him.

Can you get to the kitchen? We're going to need holy water.

[was_a_hunter]

Sam?!

[Her thoughts were distracted though as a maniacal clown attacked Sam. Freezing as she heard the sounds of struggling, she was growing more frustrated as she couldn't see anything.

She was naturally concerned as Sam came back injured, but at least he came back...the news didn't comfort her though. A demon...there was a pure blood demon here with a beef for at least one of her boys.

Her own rats had been dealt with, for now at least; they just seemed to keep coming.]

Sam...Thank God...

I- yeah. I'll get there, don't worry.

[It wouldn't be easy, but when was anything?]

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

I'll meet you there.

[There's a crash, followed by more laughter and Sam swearing profusely.] Go! [And that would be gunfire. Then Sam running down the hallway at a full sprint.]

[was_a_hunter]

Right.

Be careful, Sam. [Shoving the device in her pocket, she hurried her way to the kitchen, knowing exactly where it was. She had no doubt that Sam could handle himself; she may have missed a lot, but both boys were clearly well used to this life.]

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[Sam already has a trio of bottles lined up, filling them with water. The silver rosary was coiled around the bottles as he murmurs in Latin. It wasn't much, but they'd have to rely on holy water to drive Alistair back. There were no demons in the manor - they were going to have to hope that holy water and exorcisms would do the trick.

[He glances up.] Mom. Come on. We need a few more bottles.

[was_a_hunter]

[Be glad there were no demons in the manor. As much as she wanted to save Dean, it would be a bit too much to see what Sam could become. Stepping silently into the kitchen, she almost lost herself as she was staring at the bottles and Sam. He really was a professional.

Taking his words as they needed more physical bottles, she went to the fridge and grabbed two half filled bottles. Moving up to stand by Sam, she started emptying the contents.]

What do you know about him?

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

[Sam was too lost in concern to take much notice of her discomfort. He'd been at this for most of his life. The rite for holy water, reciting the exorcism incantation, it was all second nature to him. He reached for a fistful of salt, adding it to one of the bottles as well as a palm of silver shavings. It was crap. They had crap weapons and they were going up against goddamned Alistair.]

He's a high level Pit demon. Head torturer of souls. He's the one who turns human souls into demons down there. He.. he tried to turn Dean once. [And he was not going into how that happened].

Standard exorcisms are probably just gonna piss him off. We're going to have to get creative.