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I don't think there's any way of knowing, Dean.

I know, but it'd still be nice to know, you know?

To know if you're going to grow old? Or if you're going to die young?

Yeah. Something along those lines.

Sometimes I'm torn between wanting to know and being afraid of the same thing. If that makes sense.

I don't think you'll find out until it happens.

Yeah, probably. Maybe I should go find a fortune teller to give me a straight answer. *snorts*

well thats no fun.

you're only as old as you feel ya know. *Smiles as she leans against her baby (Toyota land cruiser 1979)* And while on a hunt... I always feel like I'm 18. It's when there's no work do I feel ancient.

That's very true. I'm the same way, hunting I feel damn young.

What's the game you hunt? Preferably, I like spooks, not ghosts though. Damn things never stay solid enough.

I think ghosts are the bane of every hunter's exsistance. Me? I like anything that I can get in some good hand-to-hand combat with.

Shifters are fun. And lesser demons. They always seem to fall for my binding traps. *Pulls out a pad of sticky notes with arcane drawings on them.* You stick with traditional weapons? Or you use guns? Me? I stick with blades.

Don't go anywhere without my gun. Though, I keep a knife strapped to my leg for security.

My gun's my back up. I love getting up close to my kills. *Smiles*

*nods* That's a nice way to do it, but if the thing has anything sharp...anything, you can bet your ass I'm standing back.

Oh there's a challenge to getting that close with vamps. Though Dracula taught me to fight, American Vampires are a little weak compared to what I've fought.

Yep. One day you'll turn around and discover you've turned into Bobby. Flannel and all.

(ooc: Oh gods no!!!!! *Laughs*)

Eyes widen a little

Damn. That's a scary thought.

*smirks*

Better stock up on trucker caps, Dean.

You're evil. You know that?

Me? Never! Sugar and Spice. Haven't you ever heard the old rhyme?

It's you and Sammy that are made of toads and snails and puppy dog tails...you know...that's really disturbing. Why would you tell a child they were made of puppy dog tails?

Because some over-protective father wanted to keep their little girls away from boys would be my guess...

Ha! Sugar and Spice? You're delusional.

Probably. Though most of the things we tell children are actually kind of disturbing. Grandmothers getting eaten, poisoned food, and songs about the black death.

Kind of makes our childhood look a bit more normal.

Hey! *shoves him playfully* I am a joy and a delight to live with, dammit!

Oh right, yeah, a total joy to live with. *smirks*

*laughing* Oh come on, you're life just wouldn't be complete without me. Admit it.

Oh, I don't know...*grin slides onto face*

*mock glares* I'm just going to assume that jackassery is because you never want to imagine your life without me and move on to the wandering gypsy cannibals we should be discussing.

*raises eyebrow and leans forward* Wandering gypsy cannibals...I'm listening.

Thought that might catch your attention. Sammy was the first to discover it and then I did some extra digging. About 50 miles from here there was one of those towns you hear about sometimes -- where all the retired Circus freaks go to live in peace and harmony. Well about a month back they all just disappeared. The place looks like it was just abandoned -- save for some VERY interesting remains.

The going theory...wandering gypsy cannibals.

Then what are we waiting for? Lets go check it out! *grabs keys*

*stands, grabbing the map* You and cannibals...

Any chance I could drive?

*chuckles* Don't think so, kiddo.

Come on. Please. *puppy dog eyes*

*narrows eyes and slowly hands keys* Like I said earlier: You're evil.

*grins, taking the keys and doing a little 'I get to dri-ive' dance before sliding into the driver's seat* Do I get to control the music too?

Ha...no. That's still mine to control.

Damn. *it was worth a shot*

*starting the car, she pulls out of the parking lot and heads down the road in the direction of the site*

I don't get people. Demons, ghosts, werewolves....fine. But people? They're crazy.

Won't hear any argument from me on that.

So we have a game plan?

We'll need to scout out the town first...bring guns...you'll have to show me the remains, and then we'll come up with a more concrete theory. Or hell, if we run into the gypsy cannibals, we'll waste 'em.

I like the last part.

Yeah. The remains. They're not quite Silence of the Lambs but they're close.

*makes face* Oh now that's just gross.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

I just wanted you to be prepared before you saw it.

Thanks for the thought.

Liver spots are in this year, didn't you know?

No, but now that I'm informed, I'll embrace the oldness within. sarcastic smirk

I think you're already hedging the line pretty closely.