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Post by Pebble on Oct 16, 2016 17:52:08 GMT
Well. Considering Fawn was tied to a chair, she really couldn't find much but watch as her once hope was surrounded in a mass of shapeshifters, just as she had been.
Arwen flinched at his voice and sighed. "Why? Because I'm in their flipping pack! They catch me with you, we're all dead!" She snapped, obviously fed up by being accused. The gun shot sounded and she jerked her head to the noise. "That's our cue." She muttered, looking at him again. "Are you with me or not? I'm trying to get you all out of here. Alive." Her voice was dangerously low, warning not to doubt her. Which he probably would.
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Post by Timur on Oct 17, 2016 1:34:12 GMT
"Because I'm in their flipping pack"
What? Arwen had slunk off and joined a pack of shifters? Actually... That would explain a lot. Sam sighed, if that was the right word. A gun shot sounded, and she spoke again. "Well then they won't find us together. You stay here or get out of the building, and I'll go get Fawn." Sam said, his gaze unwavering. After that but of information he wasn't sure he trusted her. This could be a trap for all he knew, the whole thing might of been a trap right from the start. A trap to get them to the shifters, why would he trust her now? But he would wait for her response, and in the couple second gap he would try to contact fawn again. Fawnpelt? Are you ok? he would ask, his worry for her growing.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 17, 2016 1:42:53 GMT
Arwen gave him a hurt look, offended that he wouldn't let her go. But she would go. She was Arwen. Sure, she and Dean weren't on the same page right now but... he was Dean. She knew he was in there somewhere and she wasn't about to give up on him. If Sam were to look, he would notice a broken look. A look that said she was going. A look that said... "I still love him, you know? I'm not going to stand around and do nothing." She spoke quietly. She sighed. "If I die, I die trying." She added before moving the crates. With this, she would peer around before giving Sam a nod. "Operation suicide is a go." She tried to lighten the mood with a small and gentle joke.
I'm fine. Your brother is being mauled. It was so blunt. As if she had no soul. She did, trust me. But what else was there to say? There appeared to be no hope for them now. Unless Sam and Arwen managed to kill all the shifters, they were doomed.
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Post by Timur on Oct 17, 2016 4:16:50 GMT
The hurt in her gaze, the hurt in her voice, well that hit a soft spot for Sam. She loved his brother, now it would seem that she really really did. Even after all this time apart she still loved him, probably missed him. That, well that was love. And now that he had Fawn and their relationship, how much he loved her and how many hopes he had for their future, that wasn't something he could pass over quickly. But it would be hard on Dean if she died here. No he didn't love her the way he had, but that time still had a place in his heart. A small place, a faint place that had faded, but it was still there. Even if she was a skinwalker who had joined a pack of shapeshifters, the last thing he needed was for someone else that he knew to die. Dean was stressed with all the children running around, having a daughter of his own to raise, and well everything. Hunting wasn't easy to begin with, throw more people into the mix and it was harder. And then have pretty much all your family but your brother dead, having of been dead, all the other things that happened in his lifetime weighing down on him. Well rambling over. "Look, I know you care about Dean, but the last thing he needs is for someone else to die. Just stay here where he won't have to worry about you ok?" Sam said, his gaze softening considerably even though he ignored the joke.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 17, 2016 4:29:27 GMT
Arwen shook her head. "Nuh-uh. I'm your only chance. I know every weakness, every single room and it's weak spots." She was determined to go. Even if he tied her down, she'd escape and go into battle. She was the only skin walker in a shapeshifter pack. So, why not make the most of it? She owed Fawn anyways and owed Dean an apology. This was the best way, she guessed. Blue eyes narrowed she would glare at Sam, challenging him to deny her.
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Post by Timur on Oct 18, 2016 3:29:07 GMT
And she still wanted to go. Of course. His face would turn what might be called sympathetic, though he still wasn't going to willingly bring her along. "I've faced worse odds. If I don't come back in about 30 minutes then if you still want to come, come." Sam said. Poor girl, he wasn't sure if this was her wanting to help, her missing Dean, her wanting to prove herself, none of the above, it even a mixture of any of the above. Either way he still felt a twinge of pity for her. Maybe if they had looked harder they would of found her, and Dean wouldn't of gotten over her like he did, and they could still have a relationship. Then again it was her decision to run away. Though she still did love Dean, that had to count for something right? He would continue looking at her, wondering what her response would be.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 18, 2016 11:52:06 GMT
Arwen opened her mouth to argue but closed it again. There was no point in arguing with him. He seemed decided that she wasn't going to go. Thirty minutes. Fine. Then she could rescue all three alone. "Fine." She growled lowly, casting her blue gaze towards the side in a sort of sideways glare. She wasn't happy about this. So many things could go wrong. They could all be killed or captured or worse and there was nobody to rescue them. It wasn't quite fair.
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Post by Timur on Oct 21, 2016 2:29:42 GMT
Good. By now the fight would of progressed a bit, but they had talked fast. And with a small nod, Sam would run off up the stairs, sprinting as fast as he could. Im coming he sent telepathically. He just hoped he wasn't too late.
Dean fought as Dean fought. He fought as best he could, using his gun to his advantage. Another gunshot ran out, though its aim was off and would instead imbed itself into the wall. He slammed the butt of the gun into a shifter and dazing it momentarily. He kicked another one, but no matter how hard he fought back he was too outnumbered to possibly win. Slowly but surely the shifters would outfight him, and they forced him to the ground. He glared at them, making sassy and witty comebacks to their verbal jeers and jabs, no amount of Deanness would get him out of it. And just as Sam ran into the room he would see Dean being tied into a chair. Well it turns out he was too late.
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