76th Hunt [Accidental Video]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean has got a flashlight duct taped to a sawed off shotgun so that he can hold it the right way and still see. There's an army duffel bag thrown over one shoulder and pushed across his back so that it's out of the way. He's definitely creeping through a house that is definitely not his or Mary's. It's Gothic, falling down, dusty, covered in cobwebs and clearly abandoned. Slices of the rooms and hallways he's walking through are revealed in splashes of yellow light from the flashlight-shotgun combo he's rigged.

He stops in one of the larger rooms, sets down the duffel bag, keeping the shotgun pointed in a general direction that's neither his feet nor the ceiling while he rummages in the bag. There's a flash of movement, the device is jiggled and it falls out of his pocket to roll across the floor. There's a ghost rushing at Dean with a scream. It slashes out at him, retreats and then comes in again. Dean fires the shotgun directly at the apparition and it disappears.]

Thanks for not makin' me find the EMF detector.

[He gets a bag of rock salt out and starts salting some doorways and windows when he's done, he picks up the bag, slings it over his shoulder and then grabs the device. He shoves that in his pocket and continues on his way.]

Comments

[commarogue]

[ Chuckle. ] Yeah, the charm? Not what I've ever been interested in, Winchester.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

So we're just gonna get right down to me taking my pants off. [Pondering] I can do that.

[commarogue]

Looks like you gotta date with that ghost, first.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. Duty first. I got it. [He grumbles as he says it but it's still got a good natured tone to it.] You out there with all the creepy houses today?

[commarogue]

Good soldier. [ What? She's not making fun of you, dude. ] Here and there. Not so good with the intangible stuff, unfortunately. I do blood and guts better.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He'll flip her off for the making fun of.] Rock salt, find the remains, salt and burn. Hot dogs optional.

[Yes, he's done that.]

[commarogue]

[ Oh, she is the most insulted ever. Or, laughing at him again. ] Yeah see, my way's so much easier. Stab and go.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Sure she is] But no hot dogs or smores.

[commarogue]

Aww, damn, you're right. What have I been doing all my life?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Hell if I know. You want any more tips, let me know.

[commarogue]

You'll be the first.