sirenspull | third hunt ⇝ video

[When the feed flickers on Dean's figuring out how to angle it right over his shoulders so it's not too close or too far from him when he starts talking. The whole video thing's still new to him, and he's not sure how to turn it off half the time when he's talking to someone on it.

For a split second you get the image of a folded up assless hospital gown, Mary's apartment and the subtle sigils on the wall, then it's on him.

His hair is still wet from a shower and he's in a black t-shirt and jeans, the amulet looks like nothing but a small flicker of gold before he's got the receiver positioned upright.]

For those of you just joinin' us death's not permanent here. [He should've figured that out when it came to his dad but he just figured that it'd take a lot more than a bullet to the brain to kill him. He had to go out swinging.

Dean just looks tired. He's in nowhere near the same amount of pain as he was in before croaking but he's still riding some out. Not as pale but irritated and not doing a very good job of hiding it. He shrugs.] Doesn't mean you should go Berserker but I thought some of you could use the intel.

[Dean's about to turn off the feed when it hits him.] Anyone know what day of the week it is?

[TFW filter. Including all friends. None of the enemies. Screw you Meg, Crowley, Ruby, Zachy, and the rest.]

Sorry I checked out.

I feel like I got hit by a freight train and then Sam got some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me.

[Forget that both have sort of happened. He's not gonna go into how literal that metaphor is.]

Anyway, not sure how long I've been gone but at least I'm not some creepy night monster.

[Willow Rosenberg]

How 'bout that beer?

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Please. I hacked your little filter. It wasn't even encrypted.

[Encrypted? What? This is a reference Dean doesn't really get. Now he's the one feeling weird.]

The hell does that mean?

You're from the 20th century. Surely you know what hacking is.

I know what that is. My geek brother's pretty good at it. What makes encrypted so special?

[It takes him a minute or two to realize she knows from when he's from and the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

Either he inherited a stalker or this was another someone from down the line that he didn't know and judging by it being voice only they didn't want him to know.]

Christo.

[He says it under his breath. Sure, he can't see a flinch over audio but he could damn well hear it. He was experienced enough. Usually they were a dead give away.]

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[Completely and utterly unruffled.]

You seem to be having some trouble finishing your thoughts.

Encryptions are the things people hack. Filters. Security.

[He could argue this forever. He made it private so why wasn't it encrypted. He decides he's better off asking Sam later on.]

How the hell do you know where I'm from, anyway? I've never even met you before.

Your conversations and speaking patterns make it obvious.

[She actually guessed the wrong century, but... oops.]

You done?

That wasn't meant for you and I don't feel like discussing it with some creepy ass chick that decided to crash the party.

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