Unannounced (Closed RP)

[mugenginga]

Patrick had shown even more than before how quiet he was in the couple hours walk from the small shopping center of Void City to the area just outside it. He had at one point early on grabbed John and pulled him into an alley about half a second before several cop cars drove past towards the area they had just left. There was a look to see if there would be objection, but no words beyond that.

The end of the walk seemed to come at a motel the like of which John had seen a hundred times before. Patrick held up a finger and glanced at the doors. What John wouldn't be aware of was the slight flare of energy. He was only human, after all. He couldn't sense angelic energy. After a moment of seeming to just stand there he turned to John.

"Stay here for a few moments. She has a habit of reacting first and asking questions later around people she doesn't know."

Patrick didn't wait for a response before walking forward and giving seven knocks on the door of one of the rooms.

[Jilak]

It had been a rather quiet walk, their walk. This was just fine with John, as he was used to having no one around to talk to. He found his own thoughts quite comforting. It was also a long walk, a very long walk. It was at least two hours. This was also fine with John, whom was used to this sort of thing. In fact, it was actually quite relaxing. He was walking. Usually on a job he'd have to run, and dive, and shoot, but now... they were just walking for a couple of hours, and he was thinking. At one point early in their walk, Patrick had pulled him into an alley. A half a second later, a few police vehicles drove past towards the area they'd left. John didn't protest. Two men walking away from an area full of unconscious or dead bodies, some of which looked like they'd been burned from the inside was... rather suspicious. And John had no time to deal with police officers right now.

They finished their walk, from the looks of it, at a motel. John had seen motels like this many, many times before. He'd stayed in quite a few, for that matter. His youngest son had been attacked by a shtriga in one. They'd become an important part of his life after he'd started hunting. Going out and fighting monsters generally meant no time to set up a steady home, after all. Or even rent an apartment.

Patrick told him to wait, and he did so. Quite frankly, John would rather not have had a shotgun shoved in his face. It would have been a terrible way to end a day. Or a life, judging by how itchy her trigger finger turned out to be.

[mugenginga]

There was a long pause between the knock and the door opening. Patrick didn't seem surprised by it. The door opened and a black woman of average build and noticably shorter than Patrick opened the door. She was wearing a brown tanktop and worn blue jeans. A black sweater was tied around her waist.

"What is it, Pat?" she said. She noticed John and looekd confused for a moment before turning to Patrick, "Who's he, nothing seems special about him."

"He's a hunter, Lisa. John Winchester," Patrick said, "Needs help finding his kids and that Colt."

Lisa's eyes widened, "Wait, someone actually found it?!"

"Some people have better connections then you," Patrick said. Due to being turned away from John, the look in his eyes as he said that wouldn't be seen by the man. But there was a look far more authoritive then his stance indicated.

[Jilak]

Due to Patrick being turned away from him, and the considerable distance between them, he didn't get the full conversation. He just picked up on certain key terms, 'Winchester' and 'Colt' being amongst them. He had to admit, though, the woman Patrick was meeting defied his expectations. He'd expected a taller, body-builder type sort of individual. That wasn't exactly the case, with her average build and the fact that she was noticeably shorter than Patrick. To be completely fair, he hadn't really been given any indication that she was a hunter, just that she was one of Patrick's contacts. Pastor Jim wasn't... hadn't been a hunter. To be fair to John, though, it was more Patrick's earlier statement that had built up these expectations. When he mentioned 'reacting first and asking questions later' he assumed she'd be seven feet tall or something and clearly able to rip him limb from limb. While it was still admittedly possible, it was... interesting.

He opted not to speak up, because it wasn't his moment. The two had prior knowledge of each other, he was just this stranger that had fallen into a demon's nest. It would have been incredibly rude of him to interrupt their conversation. More to the point, however, he was still thinking, as he had been since landing on the island. Aside from the demon's nest, this place was oddly... normal. Everywhere else was peaceful. And as for the actual demons, there didn't seem to be much in the way of omens...

[mugenginga]

Lisa's eyes widened at Patrick's low spoken last line. She looked back at John for a moment before givng a quick nod. She stepped back and held the door open wider, gesturing in a way to indicate John just as much if not more than Patrick.

"Sorry about that. I think you should be telling me this story of yours. Finding that Colt's something special," Lisa said. She glanced at Patrick and her tone was a fair bit more polite as she addressed him, "Please, come in. It's just gonna attract attention with you standing out here."

"Are you coming, John?" Patrick asked.

[Jilak]

John took note of the woman's polite tone. Normally, he would have found it odd. Where he came from, no one was that polite unless they were planning to jam a knife in your back. But from what he'd seen of this place, it was commonplace. Patrick, this woman, and the man from before were his only examples of non-demonic behavior on the island, so he took it at face value. At Patrick's question, John quickly followed. Attracting attention was the last thing he wanted to do, he'd attracted enough already, what with dropping in the middle of a demon's nest and all.

"It's a pretty long story, starts 22 years ago." John responded. He didn't want to come off as rude, after all. He had a feeling that in this place, with how Stepford Smiler it was, that would practically be punishable by law.

[mugenginga]

Lisa's apartment was fairly immaculate. There was only one seat though, which Patrick let John have. He leaned against the wall, and Lisa sat on the foot of the bed. It was your average sized room for this sort of thing, making it rather small.

Patrick crossed his arms, "Go ahead."

Depending on how observant John was feeling that day, he might note something. Despite this being Lisa's room, Patrick seemed to be taking the reigns here. And she didn't seem to have the slightest problem with it, acting almost as if it was expected.

[Jilak]

It was a relatively small room, which was just fine with John. He'd been holed up in hotels much worse than this in the past, he was used to it. He did, however, note that Patrick was taking charge of the situation. It was relatively odd, but he chose to mark it down as one of the many oddities in this place. He began his tale.

"Twenty two years ago, before all the demons and wendigos, I was just a normal guy, trying to support a family of four. Then one night I'm awoken by my wife's screaming. I ran into our nursery, and found her stuck to the ceiling, bleeding. It was then that she caught fire. Our home soon followed. My two sons and I escaped, but Mary, and our home, was gone. Everyone I talked to about it said it was your normal house fire, but I knew differently. I'd found my wife stuck to the ceiling. That wasn't normal."

"It wasn't long before I found Missouri Moseley, and discovered the other side. The preternatural side. And so I hunted, hoping to one day find the son of a bitch that killed my wife. Raised my boys, Sam and Dean, to be hunters as well. I'm not too proud of it, but it was necessary. A few years and adventures later, my boys and I found the Colt in a nest of vampires. Not too long after, a demon, the daughter of the one we were looking for, killed a lot of my contacts. She wanted the Colt. We planned to give her a fake, but she saw through it. Long story short, I was possessed. But Sam managed to break free of the demon's telepathy, and grab the Colt. He couldn't shoot me. The demon got away, and we ran. On the way to the hospital, we were hit by a truck driven by a demon. Next thing I know I'm dropped in the middle of a demon's nest, fighting for my life." John finished his tale.

[mugenginga]

Lisa looked very irritated as John continued on. So they lost the Colt? Which was now very likely in demon hands? She went to stand up to criticize John, but Patrick held out a hand in a subtle gesture. It looked just as much like he was shifting his weight.

"We came here to see if you'd heard anything that could help. Have you heard anything that relates to his?" Patrick asked.

"Nothing in specific relation to that, but..."

Lisa stood up and walked over to the television. A VHS player that looked like it ha seen immensely better days was there. She turned the television on, ignoring the static that came up and hit the play button. What looked to be a poorly recorded news report came on.

"And an unprecented earthquake shook the hospital just ten minutes earlier. No one seems to know the source of it, but a quick talk with seismologists have indicated that it is not from natural means. Further-"

Lisa hit the pause button on the television and pointed to a wall behind the news reporter. She looked up towards Patrick and John and tapped the screen. If John's observational skills were up to snuff and he looked closely, he'd see what looked like a giant paw print imbedded in the wall. It was far too big to belong to a normal canine, and the angle looked more like the angle a human hand would be at.

"Tell me what you see, Hunter," Lisa said to John.

[Jilak]

At first sight, it struck John as simply demon-related. Earthquakes were, after all, among some of the omens he looked for. But upon noticing the paw, as the woman paused, it became so much more. That was larger than your normal canine paw. And its angle placed it at the place a human would be. A rather large black dog, maybe? It would explain the earthquake... but he had a feeling this was something more... volatile. Whatever the case, though, one thing was for certain. Something big had gone down there. And wherever something big went down, his boys usually followed. Hell, most hunters did. It was how they were trained. Wherever trouble went, they followed. And this sure as hell looked like trouble...

"I see the best lead we've had all day. Do either of you know where this hospital is?" John asked, keeping his eyes on the screen. Truth be told, he knew finding his boys would lead him no closer to the Colt. But at the same time, there was strength in numbers. Not to mention, Sam and Dean could be in serious trouble...

[mugenginga]

Patrick narrowed his eyes at the screen. That level of damage, that paw print. He knew that paw print. One countered Wrath with Patience, after all. He stood up from the wall with a gravely serious expression, his eyes carrying maturity far beyond his physical years. The safest thing would be to tell John he couldn't go, give him misleading directions, anything but letting him go. Lisa saw Patrick's expressions and was quiet.

"John, before you go rushing off to investigate that, you should excercise some caution," he said, "What's the worst do you think that could have caused that?"

[Jilak]

John paused as Patrick pointed out his need to exercise caution. He was right, John was letting his familial bonds get the better of him. If he ran in there, he could be killed. But if he DIDN'T, his boys could be killed. It was no question, really. He needed to get there, as soon as possible. But he couldn't just go flinging himself in there unprepared, Patrick was right about that.

"My first instinct was to suggest a relatively large hellhound, but somehow I know it's wrong. It's just not something that could have been caused by one of hell's mutts. The omens speak demon, but honestly? It could be anything. Hell, far as I know, it could be the Devil himself. Not entirely sure I believe in somethin' like that, but with everything I've seen, it's possible. The only thing I know for sure is that whatever caused that, Sam and Dean are already investigating it. And while I doubt they have it, I feel that as a team we have a better chance of finding the Colt. Can't ask you to go with me, as when my family's in danger I become a very dangerous man, but I have to look into this." John responded, expression unchanging.

[mugenginga]

Lisa looked tense at the exchange, most of her focus on Patrick. The man looked John in the eyes for a solid minute before he held out his hand towards Lisa, causing a look of confusion from her.

"Lisa, give me the city map you have. I'm giving the man directions to the hospital," Patrick said, his voice shifting slightly. It didn't sound like he was going to take nonsense.

The woman had looked ready to balk until she heard the tone of his voice. She gave a frown and a quick nod, slipping past him and opening up the counter next to the bed and pulling out a large map. She carefully unfolded it and marked a location with a pen she'd pulled out as well before swiftly folding it back up and handing it to Patrick. He hadn't moved the whole few minutes it took, and he closed his hand around the map and held it out to John.

"If you value your life, you'll be cautious. I don't think you'll come out of this alive, but I know I can't stop you," Patrick said, "The instructions to the hospital have been written on the map."

[Jilak]

John took the map as it was handed to him. To be fair, he had absolutely no reason to disagree with Patrick. He would likely not make it out of this alive. But honestly, since Mary died, everything he'd been through, he'd been forced into so many situations that he shouldn't have made it out of, that he wasn't even sure he wanted to, at this point. Yeah, he was fighting, and yes, he'd keep fighting until his last breath, but there was almost nothing left for him. Just his boys, now, and his almost divine need to kill whatever demon took his wife, and after it was gone, then what? Did the three go off and live a normal life, playing baseball or something? They could never forget that the other world was out there. Never forget their habit of not getting close to people on the off-chance they turned out to be a demon or shapeshifter. He'd have to live with that for the rest of his life.

And sometimes, in rare moments, it horrified him. But this was what he'd committed to, and he wasn't going to give up now. No demon, or hellhound, or whatever was going to keep him from keeping his family safe, even if it was against his better judgement. He signed up for this life, and it was a non-negotiable contract.

"Thank you." John addressed both Patrick and Lisa as he said this, giving a slight salute before turning for the door.