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Post by Jilak on Apr 5, 2011 3:40:29 GMT -5
Danny... took a moment to respond. The man holding a gun at him had just made a good point. He had to call shenanigans on that. The man threatening to shoot him was not allowed to make a good point. It was... something he hadn't considered before, really. Mostly because the idea of him being overshadowed, as he so called it, by a ghost seemed... implausible. It didn't explain the going ghost, the fact that he was still in complete control of himself...
"I've... I've considered it," Danny began, lying, "but when I 'go ghost', as I call it, I'm still in complete control of my body. I could show you if I wasn't afraid you'd shoot me."
Samuel... wasn't entirely certain how to proceed from this point. Danny's explanation was sounding less and less plausible. He... actually considered moving from in front of him, for just a second. But for some reason he trusted him, be it his now apparent psychic mojo, or be it him being too overtly trusting, but he didn't feel he could completely distrust Daniel... yet, at least...
John was about ready to just shoot him and call it over and done with, but he trusted his sons' judgement. For now. If it looked like it was going to become a problem, he would not hesitate to kill Daniel, if it meant keeping his boys safe. Teenager or no.
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Post by mugenginga on Apr 5, 2011 3:50:55 GMT -5
Patrick frowned at Danny's lie, seeing right through it. His expression had become more sour, and even Dean had looked at Danny with a somewhat distrusting but very confused expression at his words. He put a hand to his mouth and coughed and looked at Sam. His brother knew as well as he did that Danny had no memory of what... "Phantom" had done earlier. The question in his eyes was basically, 'Are you sure about this?'
"How are you up here?" Patrick asked, "You're in complete control of your body, you say? Then how are you up here? What happened in the past few hours?"
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Post by Jilak on Apr 5, 2011 4:12:47 GMT -5
Sam noticed Dean's questioning look. His answer was merely a slight nod. He... wasn't entirely sure himself. It was an uncomfortable situation they'd been placed in. They couldn't exactly... side with the supernatural creature. Then again, there was Castiel, and they HAD worked with William earlier...
Danny, on the other hand, was momentarily taken aback. The situation in the hospital had left him... pretty fuzzy. He'd woken up out here, in clothes that weren't his own. It was weird. Nothing from the point Vlad was wailing on him and the point he woke up was completely clear. But he did remember one fact, before he'd gone into his long slumber...
"Th-that guy! He can teleport! The angel must have saved us and brought us up here!" Danny urged, as he distinctly remembered suddenly moving from the alley to the hospital. Well, he vaguely remembered it, at least. Sort of.
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Post by mugenginga on Apr 5, 2011 4:19:32 GMT -5
The teenager was grasping at straws, but he wasn't outright lying. Trying to find some sense to the situation, a normal human reaction to such a thing. It was a pity he had a cover to maintain, or he'd have expelled the entity from the boy... hopefully the boy would survive, but it was better then leaving them together. He shook his head.
"Sorry, Danny, but it wasn't..." Patrick gave a long pause, as if attempting to remember something, "Castiel that saved you. It was whatever has you under its control. I'm quite sure you had control for some time, but now?"
Dean didn't look happy with Sam's nod, but he took it. He gave a worried half a second look at his father as Patrick spoke and then stepped forward. He still remained between Danny and Patrick.
"That thing from before, whatever the hell it was, did pull us out of there. And that place was, and probably still is, crawling with demons. Some bastard calling himself Crowley, at the very least," Dean said. He glanced at Sam, "And given certain... pieces of evidence, I don't think he's a demon. ANd quite frankly, last time I checked, ghosts don't operate the way that's been talked here," Dean looked back towards Patrick, "And if you're a hunter, you'd know that, right?"
And there it was. Dean had hit on something being wrong here. He didn't know what, but...
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Post by Jilak on May 19, 2011 22:58:32 GMT -5
Danny was certainly a fish out of proverbial water, in this case. He had no idea what 'hunters' were, sans those that hunted wildlife. In the world of ghosts, though? The only individual he knew to come close to a description of a hunter was Skulker. The problem with that theory was, of course, the fact that these individuals were definitely not ghosts. There was also the fact that the man before him still had a gun. That was quite distressing.
Samuel, on the other hand, felt this situation to have come off very odd. At first he could pass it off as Patrick being understandably cautious, which was fine. But then it occurred to him. Why didn't he just shoot him in the first place? Before the Winchesters impeded his path, before any of it. If the boy was really so dangerous, why not just kill him? And as a follow up, why was he being so... vague. He'd still not even told any of them what he believed to be living inside Daniel. Not even as a show of faith.
"Cas. You've been around Danny as long as we have. What is it, what's inside him?" Sam asked, addressing the angel directly. Castiel was an angel, he had to know something of the matter. Definitely more than some random hunter, even if he was a man their father respected.
"I... can't say for certain, Samuel." Castiel responded, hesitantly. Truth be told, he couldn't. It was a difficult concept to get across, what Phantom truly was. One he himself had only the most basic understanding of.
"If you don't even know what it is, how can you just... go along with this? What makes him so wrong?" Sam asked. Even in the short time he'd known him, it was obvious. Something had gotten into Castiel. He wasn't acting like himself. Before, he was so resolute in the face of even a Sin, but now? He seemed to have given up.
"Because it is not of my Father." Castiel responded. He couldn't meet Sam's gaze. What was going on here was wrong, but there was nothing he could...
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Post by mugenginga on May 19, 2011 23:24:37 GMT -5
Barachiel could sense the thin ice the situation had become. Perhaps not so rapidly, either, but he had been in a way waiting it out. He gave Danny a flat stare from what little he could see of him past Sam and Dean... and then lowered his gun.
"You're right, he's not a ghost, not in the traditional sense. I suppose you'd prefer the term spirit?" Patrick stated, looking at Dean as he spoke, "They aren't the easiest thing to define as they don't neatly fit into any category, often taking elements from several. Poltergeists, djinn, plant monsters, yetis, you name it they can have aspects of it."
Dean frowned. He didn't like how forward Patrick was being out of nowhere. He gave a concerned look at Sam over this. Not to mention, he'd lowered his gun. As a hunter, one their dad had befriended... in a way that made him more suspicious...
"If the boy thinks he can keep a grip on the spirit, I'll let him try for as long as he can. It's his funeral either way, and shooting him now would save him suffering."
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Post by Jilak on Jun 23, 2011 21:15:19 GMT -5
Sam sported a somewhat surprised expression. He hadn't expected Patrick to be so frank, especially not so suddenly. He still wasn't entirely certain they could trust him, actually. John did, but... Sam wasn't sure. Especially not after this display. Thusly, Sam remained tense. In any case, any immediate threat of danger seemed to have passed. Sam returned Dean's concerned look before casting a weary eye towards Daniel.
"Danny?" Simple question, simple answer. It wasn't so much in what he'd said, but in what his question had implied. Could the boy keep the spirit under control? Supposedly, he had up until now, but after what had happened in the hospital... it was a grey area. But if he was willing to give it a shot, Sam was willing to let him.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm sure I can. I mean, I've done it for nearly a year now, I'm sure I can!" Daniel responded, in a failed attempt at enthusiasm. Truth be told, he wasn't sure. He'd lost time, he knew he had. And he had no idea what had happened in the span of time he'd been out of it. So, no. He wasn't sure he could keep his other self in line. But he was absolutely certain that he didn't want to be shot.
"So uh... where's Will?" Danny asked, changing the subject.
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Post by mugenginga on Jul 24, 2011 17:03:04 GMT -5
Patrick noted the reactions of the Winchester boys, but let it go. It was an understandable air around the boys, and he could do nothing but patch the mistakes he'd made thus far by continuing on a more predictable pattern of behavior. He looked about ready to say something when Danny spoke again. He stopped and looked at the youngest of the group with a puzzled expression.
"Will?"
Dean blinked and looked towards Sam. Neither brother had moved away from Daniel despite the tension having been mostly dispelled and entirely displaced by Pat's actions.
"Wasn't he with us?" Dean asked. He kept his gaze on Patrick out of the corner of his eye, but his focus was more on Samuel and the question. Before Sam could answer he looked at Castiel, "Cas?"
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Post by Jilak on Jul 25, 2011 6:47:51 GMT -5
Castiel gave one last weary look towards Patrick. He hadn't expected to bump into another angel on this island, let alone one of a higher standing. Not to mention, Dean had mentioned something about Gabriel. Other angels in general being involved would have made him nervous, but a seraphim? He was incredibly out of the loop here, and it bothered him. It felt like there was a bigger picture here that he wasn't able to see at the moment. It made him incredibly uncomfortable.
"It is incredibly impressive. I've never seen anything quite like it before. Your friend somehow ripped himself from me mid-transit. If my powers were at their peak, I would likely be able to locate him. But as it stands, this island has... affected me, in ways that even I don't yet understand. I'm sorry, Daniel. I'm so, so sorry. But I'm afraid your friend is gone." Castiel responded finally, turning to face Danny, crestfallen. The younger half-ghost's face fell, as he let out an almost inaudible sigh.
"Well, isn't... isn't there something else we can do? I mean, I know the guy's a bit of a jerk, but he saved my life, so I think I technically owe him." Danny asked, hopeful. This small insight into his personality was rather reassuring, Sam felt. He didn't want to have wrongly trusted the teen.
"Cas, Crowley mentioned something about him being with one of our 'old friends'. Do you have any idea what he might be talking about?" Samuel asked, crossing his arms. Honestly, in all of the commotion, Sam had nearly forgotten William, a fact he wasn't proud of. It seemed that everyone was off their game this day.
"You have been communing with the king of the crossroads? Did he offer you anything? Did you accept?" Castiel asked, eyes widening. He had been... elsewhere during the confrontation in question. Sam's pause didn't exactly instil great confidence in the angel.
"Just the Colt, and maybe more bullets. We didn't have time to say yes, or... no, because by then dad was rushing in." Sam responded, shrugging.
"What the hell's gotten into you boys? Walkin' around with a so called 'angel', standing between some kind of monster, and now you're tellin' me you were talking with a demon? Sammy, one of those things killed your mother." John said, gripping his gun but not raising it. That series of shenanigans was over with.
"Look, I know how this sounds. But we know what we're doing. And it wasn't like we were going to make a deal, Dad. Cas?" Sam abruptly changed the subject, turning back to face the angel.
"...if it's someone currently in this dimension, then it's most likely the gentleman that held you captive earlier." Castiel said, after a pause. Suddenly nothing made sense any more.
"I don't understand. Didn't you exorcise him?" Sam asked, exasperated. Too many things happening at once. Everyone needed to just... take a breath.
"I was under the impression. But if we're suddenly using a form of backwards logic wherein the words of a demon can be trusted, then all of our actions are in question. Is Dean really your brother? Am I really wearing a trench coat?" Castiel asked, expressionless. If this was Sam's first time meeting him, he might have taken his questioning seriously.
He was now aware of the few times Castiel decided to be a smartass.
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Post by mugenginga on Nov 7, 2011 0:56:24 GMT -5
Patrick's expression didn't really shift other than a solitary eye twitch as the group continued their conversations. It wasn't the fact that he was being ignored, he could care less about that. A lot seemed to be happening at once, and if there was one thing Barachiel didn't enjoy, it was being out of the loop. It was highly difficult to make educated decisions about what to do next if one was out of the loop. He would have to spend some time observing this group. The powers Samuel had displayed would be a target for the demons, even if he wasn't one his side's real targets... a fact the lower ranking members were as of yet unaware of, he reminded himself.
Patrick tilted the gun back so that it rested on his shoulder and put his other hand on his hip, "All of you should slow down and take a deep breath," he glanced at Dean and frowned, "Those of you who can. If you'll take a moment, you'll realize the only thing I know is that John ran off after the demon attack earlier at the risk of his own life to save all of you."
He took his hand off his hip and began lifting fingers, "One, you're clearly looking for some individual named Will. I don't know how he relates to all this, but if he was able to escape an angel it's something we need to look into. Two, you mentioned an 'old friend' in relation to him. Now I'm not twisting anyone's arm but I can't exactly help if no one let's me know what on earth you are talking about with that. Three, if a Crossroads demon was striking up a deal with you two I doubt he's just going to abandon it. You said you've got something of his? For free?" Patrick shook his head, "Even if it's useless on its own, he'll be wanting that back. And it sounds to me by your 'angel' friend here that it's more than just a common grunt of a demon."
He let out a long sigh, "I'm a fool for sticking with you with all the shit that seems to be going down, but if what I'm hearing is right, every blasted supernatural entity on the Island is going to be targetting you in a manner of weeks. Go where the prey is, I suppose."
"What do you people intend on tackling first?"
Dean opened his mouth for a moment, hesitated, and then looked over towards John, "...dad?"
He wanted to say they needed to find William if it was possible. He wanted to, but now he was back to putting his own desires behind his father's. He only hoped Sam would say the same thing. The man was always more willing to listen to Sam, even if his brother missed it a good ninety percent of the time.
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Post by Jilak on Mar 18, 2012 19:18:16 GMT -5
John had been weighing the options in his head since key details had come to light. Missing kid, some demon running around with ammo for the Colt, and a rookie mistake. This is where a few key differences between he and his sons came to play, really. For Dean, this was a job. Hunting wendigos, demons, and other monsters, it was all about keeping people safe. As much as he wanted to find his mother's killer, it wasn't the only reason he did it. Same for Sam. Jessica's death got him back in the business, but it wasn't all that was keeping him here. Not now.
But it was different for John. Sure, he liked doing what was right. Part of the reason he joined the army, really. But that wasn't the pulling force behind fighting these things, and putting everything and everyone he loved at risk. That was all about finding the sumbitch that killed Mary and taking it the hell down. So, yeah, of course he wanted to find Crowley first. As against trusting a demon as he was, if it had the colt, it might know something about finding ol' yellow eyes.
But that wasn't really an option right now.
"I say we find the kid first. Much as I hate to admit it, the demon's calling the shots right now. Haven't had time to set up the proper connections or to search for the signs, so he could be anywhere by now. No offense intended, Pat. It's not that I don't trust your connections, they're just... not mine. Seeing as you two seem to have some idea as to where this Will kid might be--"
"William." Danny interrupted, awkwardly crossing his arms.
"What?"
"William, he... hates being called Will."
"Okay then. Since you two seem to have some idea as to where this William kid might be, figure it's best to go ahead and get it out of the way." John finished, tossing a glance at Danny at his dropping of William's name.
"Yeah. When we first showed up here, we uh, were saved from death by Gabriel, the archangel. He kind of... left us there, so we eventually wandered into the woods, and came across a castle. Not a good place for spring break, but good enough for at least a night's rest. Didn't quite go according to plan. There was this guy, Marcus Spellman. We... thought he was human, but it didn't quite seem that way when he had us strung up by skeletal hands and attacked by statues. Cas showed up, tried to exorcise him. Only place William could be." Sam responded, shortening a few threads worth of plot development.
"Therein lies the problem. I didn't simply attempt to exorcise him, I'm quite certain I succeeded. this island has been... affecting me in odd ways, so I can't be completely sure, but if the creature you refer to as Marcus Spellman is alive, then Daniel's friend is in more danger than I at first suspected." Castiel put forth, face grim.
"Danny." Daniel corrected Cas.
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