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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jan 23, 2022 5:55:06 GMT
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"KEEP your ‘lectric eye on me, babe; put your ray gun t’myyyyy head, press your space face close t’miiiine, love." Dean drums his fingers against the steering wheel, his free hand tapping a rhythm against his thigh as he sings out the words, voice drifting in and out with the Starman’s. The person beside him is probably rolling their eyes out of their head but he’s too into the moment to give a damn. "Freak out in a moonage daydream, oohhh yeah!” He sang, heading nowhere in particular. With everything that had gone on in his life, he needed some time to let loose, take a ride in Baby and not have any care. He hadn't done anything like this in a while. With everything that has been going on, he hasn't exactly had the time to just be.God he had missed taking drives in Baby, he needed to do this more.
With his line of work that was kinda hard to do, but he had his moments where he could just be, With Sammy free from Lucifer's chokehold, Dean could breathe a little bit better, not much, but better. Lucifer was still out there doing god knows what. So far he and Sammy hadn't found a damn thing on a lead on Lucifer. Nada, nothing. It was like the bastard had vanished from thin air, which wasn't entirely a bad thing. But knowing Lucifer, him being radio silent was worrisome. They didn't know what he was up to or what his plans were, but they would keep searchin' and hope they got some kinda lead sometime soon. Which, with the way things are going, he wasn't too optimistic that they would get anywhere anytime soon. Not to mention that he was worried about Sammy, after everything he had been through with being possessed by Lucifer. He was keepin' an especially close eye on him, making sure he didn't fall apart.
That was his job after all as the big brother, to make sure his pain in the ass little brother didn't fall about.
In the meantime, he and Sammy had been doing what they always do, chasing down leads and hunting. With no leads on Lucifer, they had nothin' better to do, so he would do what he did best: hunt. Pulling into the Mystic Grill Dean parked the Impala and got out. No words are spoken as he takes a seat in one of the booths in the back, making sure he's facing the exits just as usual. There’s only a quiet huff of a breath as he sits down in a booth that's just a tad bit too small for his liking. He’s too tall for this, really, legs strewn along the lengths of the booth, one boot hanging outside the confinements of the booth, but right now he couldn’t give less of a damn. He was hungry and in desperate need of a burger and a beer, two of his favorite food items.
Within moments of sitting down a waiter had come over and he couldn't help but be slightly disappointed it hadn't been the waitress he had seen on his way in. 'What can I get you sir?' Sir, damn that made him feel old. "Bacon cheeseburger and ahh a beer." He told the waiter who wrote down his order and scurried off towards the kitchen to put his order in. Pulling out his laptop, Dean turned it on and waited for it to load. He had caught wind of a case in a town right outside of Mystic Falls that he was gonna check out. He wasn't gonna bother Sam with this because it wasn't anything major and he wasn't for sure it was even a case to begin with, but it wouldn't hurt to check things out just to see. Better safe than sorry, especially when it came to huntin.'
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Jan 25, 2022 14:59:48 GMT
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No. That was probably the worst idea she’d ever had. Now that Mystic Falls was swarming with Agnellis, they could be following her anywhere. And what would she say to Chase? A couple of half-truths to worry him and get him home? He’d just have to leave the next day, and she couldn’t keep him holed up forever. And… Dio, she hated this. She hated her family, and every bit of worry and grief they dropped on her shoulders.
She missed her dad.
After finally starting the engine, Roxxi drove until she ended up in Mystic Falls again, not exactly sure how long she’d been driving or how she’d gotten there, stuck on auto-pilot the entire time. All she knew was that she’d passed her building, and from there, she only had a few options. Avoiding Campbell’s like it made a difference in her drinking habits, like choosing to stop going out and finding men to bring home meant she was any better to Chase. The Grill was safer, somehow. It wasn’t just a bar.
She remembered the backlight party, the little corner they’d stuck themselves in, the heat of his body on her own. It twisted the knife in her gut, jostling as she dropped heavily into a booth towards the back. A burger. A burger, fries and a milkshake. And then they could put a little bit of vodka in her milkshake, y’know, if it was okay. And then she slurped up the last of it, and now she was two beers deep and sitting there like the loneliest, saddest woman in the world. She hadn’t been this since she’d left; she wasn’t supposed to be this anymore.
Essays sprawled out along her table in the meantime, because this couldn’t be a complete waste of time, and sat in four little piles: need to be marked, currently marking, marked but shitty, marked and good. At some point, the booth directly at her back became filled, some deep voice spilling out his order. It reminded her of Chase, except…
“No fries?” Roxxi blurted, turning in her seat and shifting up on the cushion, peering over the back at him. It was a little too late to pretend she hadn’t said anything, so Roxxi went full in. “I’ve never heard an American not order fries before.” Her eyes, just about all that was visible over the seat━she supposed they made these things so tall to offer privacy, but whatever━narrowed inquisitively. They caught the webpage on his screen, and her curiosity only grew, forcing Roxxi onto her knees, becoming completely visible now, revealing her shoulders, chest and the I.D. badge that dangled there.
“Hmm,” She hummed, “Interested in some local news?” Humans didn’t seek out this kind of thing with such depth, did they? Mystic Falls had a talent for covering up supernatural cases, making them feel safe and cozy while the good ones wondered what the fuck was going on.
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Feb 6, 2022 23:34:34 GMT
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EVER since Lucifer had up and skipped town, things had seemingly grown quiet. Too quiet for his liking and it made him nervous. It was like something was stewing in the background just waiting to blow up in his face. When things got too calm, too quiet, it didn't soothe him, it did the exact damn opposite. The last thing he needed to do was act like everything was okay, because it was never okay. The world was cold and dark and full of creepy crawlies. It wasn't all sunshines and rainbows as some people would believe it to be. Dean had been in the thick of the nasty, battling ever since he was old enough to hold a shotgun. Hunting had always been a part of his life and that would never change. Dean would die fightin' this fight, would die in this line of work he found himself immersed in. It wasn't ideal. Sure, he hoped he could have a normal life, but he had tried that out with Lisa and Ben, and that didn't end up how he had hoped it would because he had been dragged right back into this mess. Dean could leave the huntin' life, but it would always find its way back to him, whether he wanted it to or not.
'No fries?' A voice rang out, snapping him out of his thoughts. Dean's head snapped forward to look at a tiny brunette who had been peering over at him in the booth in front of him. 'I’ve never heard an American not order fries before.' Dean couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "Fries come with the meal." He told her as he shut his laptop to prevent her from looking anymore, but it had been too late, she had seen quite enough to wonder what the hell he was doing. Which, truth be told, Dean had no damn clue. Researching local news was anything but normal for this town. He had been here for a while now and the news never changed. There was always something supernatural going on in this place, which made sense seeing as though there was a literal gate of hell in it, which proved to be some sort of beacon for the supernatural. If something happened that wasn't normal, it didn't come as too much of a surprise, Mystic Falls was just that type of town.
Dean listened to the chick as she asked if he were interested in the local news. "You could say that." He said, trying to dodge any further questions from her. The last thing he needed was some complete stranger blowing his cover, then again, if she were a monster of any kind she would have known who he was by now. Dean Winchester was pretty much a legend in the hunter world and his reputation proceeded him. But since she had mentioned anything about his identity, it was safe to say that he didn't have to worry about her. Gathering up the newspapers, Dean started putting them into his bag, but as he did so he caught a glimpse of the chick's I.D. badge and that was enough to peak his attention.
This chick just became a hell lot more interesting if what he were thinking was true.
"Hold up, Braschi? As in the Braschi hunters from Italy?" If she didn't know what he was talking about, then the hunter comment wouldn't mean much. If anything the word hunter could mean someone who hunted deer or any other wildlife, not supernatural creatures. But if it was the hunters who he had mentioned, then this conversation was about to get a hell lot more interesting. Hell, this chick was about to be more interesting just for the simple fact that she could possibly be related to a badass hunter family. But he wasn't entirely sure if she was, but if it were true, then he wanted to get to know this chick a hell lot more.
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Feb 28, 2022 15:14:32 GMT
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Even more interesting was the fact that he immediately began tucking away the evidence as soon as Roxxi pointed it out. Lips ticking up at one edge, she shifted in her seat, facing the back of his head until he’d turned to acknowledge her. Raised a little higher now, with her arms resting across the back of the booth, Roxxi waited patiently for him to say something else, though it didn’t seem like much was coming. Okay, so either he was something and didn’t want to share, or perhaps he was just beginning to dive deep and was somewhat insecure about his newfound obsession. That was more likely, Roxxi figured, considering he was looking at that sort of thing in a public place. Or he was just really bold, which━if that was the case━she respected.
“Lots of rabid animals in Mystic Falls, huh?” Roxxi prompted, that shit-eating grin growing wide and sleek on her lips. At this point, she felt like she knew what was going on, and decided to be a little shit about it.
However, she did not expect him to catch any reference to her last name. Perhaps just as surprised as he was, Roxxi’s eyes bloomed wide, forcing her out of her seat and into the one across from him in a quick scurry. She didn’t think any Americans would know her family or her father’s name, but she was so grateful for it. While her stomach fluttered in excitement, her chest ballooned with a warm bubble of pride, feeling like even after all Emiliano had done to tear them apart, they still held a piece of themselves. She had cousins back home, after all━they still existed no matter how hard Emiliano worked to separate them. Even without being home, or actively following their legacy, she was still attached by name. She would never be an Agnelli.
“Sì, you know us?” Nodding twice quickly, excitedly, Roxxi leaned into the table and therefore closer to him, eager for any sort of connection she could find. “I was forced to move down here when my father passed away.” She explained hastily, “Have you been there or know any of them? Who are you?” More interested than accusatory, Roxxi grinned at the stranger. It only dawned on her right then that he could be one of Emiliano’s lackeys and just baiting her, but if he dared to use the name he’d forsaken to reel her in, she wouldn’t hesitate before destroying whoever he put in her way.
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Apr 9, 2022 22:11:14 GMT
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DEAN had to say, this chick was nosy as hell and obviously didn't care that she was getting in his business. Not that he had anything damning out for her to see, just some news articles on the town and surrounding towns. He found a few things that would be considered up his alley, but nothing spectacular. God, what Dean needed was just a good ole fashioned hunt, nothing fancy, nothing too over the top dangerous. Just something to get his mind off of things for a bit. 'Lots of rabid animals in Mystic Falls, huh?' The chick said and Dean grunted, "You could say that." He replied nonchalantly as he finished packing up his bag, shoving the computer into the sleeve. All while he packed up his bag, the chick had a huge grin spread across her face, as if she knew something more than what she was letting on, especially regarding her intentions.
Normally, he would've just gotten up and left, but the sight of the chick's last name caught his attention. She seemed to be just as surprised as he was on him knowing her name, eyes wide and ready to pounce in glee. 'Sì, you know us?' She said excitedly as she leaned into his table. Dean nodded, "Yeah I know of the family. My Dad he, uh, he hunted with them back in the day." He'd read of the name before in Dad's journals and recognized the name almost immediately from his days of reading the damn thing until he had it memorized. Dean would have never known that he would have run into one of the family's members in Mystic Falls, then again, he couldn't say he was too surprised either considering the history of the town. Supernatural was at its core so it was only fitting that another hunter family would find their way here of all places.
The chick then began to talk at a quick pace, full of glee and excitement that he knew of her family. 'I was forced to move down here when my father passed away. Have you been there or know any of them? Who are you?' Of course she would have a lot of questions for him. "I'm sorry to hear about your father. I've never been overseas, but I have heard of your family through my Dad. He made a lot of connections back in his day." He said and then she asked him who he was, that much was a given considering he had told her that he knew of her family. "Name's Dean. Dean Winchester. Not sure if your family ever mentioned that name, but my Dad knew yours." He explained, wondering if she too knew of him, probably not, but given his and Sam's reputation in the supernatural world, she may very well have, especially considering her family are hunters themselves. It was a large community and hunters often relied on one another for a lot.
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Apr 19, 2022 14:57:33 GMT
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‘My Dad he, uh, he hunted with them back in the day.’
Guestimating his age, it would only make sense for the stranger’s dad to have met her own. Her dad’s cousins, too━a long line of Braschi sons that took up the good thread of their family history, Aronne’s, and served Italy. It was only a partial let-down that this man hadn’t gone himself━at least their fathers had known each other. They were cut off from their family in Italy upon coming to America, and that was only one of the things she’d never forgive her mother for. Roxxi had no idea what was going on back there and was starved for any taste of it━which was why she’d hopped onto this stranger’s words so easily.
“Strabiliante.” Roxxi murmured wistfully, beaming at the man with big, round, sparkling eyes.
She whisked away his condolences with a short wave of her hand━it wasn’t like her father’s death didn’t matter, or that it hadn’t scarred her for life, but it wasn’t the point of this conversation. She wanted the good, meaty bits of the story, and he dangled them in front of her as if she were a cartoon rabbit and he was holding a carrot. “So our fathers knew one another.” She nodded slowly, stating the obvious, though needing to linger on it for a moment━let it digest. It filled her with a sort of warmth and happiness she thought she’d lost. “Did he ever tell you stories of us? Of my dad, Angelo?”
Winchester. Roxxi thought on it for a moment, brow furrowing as an outward sign of the way she dug through her brain. “It sounds familiar.” She mumbled, giving a small smile to the waiter who approached with no-longer-a-stranger-Dean’s food. The conversation halted until he was gone again, and then for another moment as Roxxi nabbed a fry as if they’d been friends forever. Biting off half, she finally resumed, “I was seven when my father died. He trained us, of course, but it’s hard to remember everything.” Especially when he was slaughtered in front of her and the demon-hunting was immediately cut off like a dead limb. Perhaps Dean was a way back into it━a connection to who she was meant to be. Maybe this was God’s plan: create a full circle by bringing these two together after their fathers had partnered.
“I’m glad we met.” Roxxi stated simply. Or, alternatively, glad she stuck her nose in his business. “I’m Roxana, by the way,” Lifting her I.D. tag, which clearly started ‘Roxanne Braschi,’ she muttered something like dannazione medigans and dropped it with a smile. “Roxxi.” He’d earned that privilege.
Finishing off the rest of her fry, she swiped her hands off one another to be rid of any lingering salt. “It’s hard to find any trustworthy hunters these days. Every damn idiot with a gun thinks he’s a hunter.” Roxxi grumbled, leaning over the table and lowering her voice. “Have you heard of the group in Mystic Falls capturing people and turning them into strange mixes of the supernatural? I have heard of a cross between a kanima and a vampire.” (If Mikey was to be trusted.) Straight to the point, as always. Dean was immediately in her good books, and Roxxi was hoping he might already know about them━about the people who’d permanently altered her life.
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on May 30, 2022 16:18:51 GMT
![]() ━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
DEAN wouldn't have thought he would have met one of his dad's old hunting buddies. Well, not really as she was his dad's buddy's daughter, but still. It was nice to meet some connections and with this newfound revelation, Dean couldn't help but be curious. Prying wasn’t his intention, but curiosity got the best of him. With the conversation he was sure they were about to have, Dean figured he'd be here a lot longer than he had originally anticipated. But honestly? He didn't mind all that much, she seemed like a cool enough chick and with her family background, it made her a lot more interesting. Pulling his jacket down his sleeves, he removed it before abandoning it on the chair behind him. Dean then gestured at the bartender, ordering a round of tequila shots for the two, he knew they would need them and quite frankly, with everything going on in his life at the moment, he needed them.
'So our fathers knew one another. Did he ever tell you stories of us? Of my dad, Angelo?'
At her question, he averted his eyes back to her and smiled, nodding slowly as he sipped on his beer. "Dad didn't mention much about his huntin' days when we were kids, but from what I know he and Angelo were good buddies. Dad helped him on a few occasions actually, said he was a sharp hunter." Which, coming from Dad, was a huge compliment. He wasn't exactly one to compliment other hunters as he typically had his own way of doin' things, take it from him. Dad liked doing things his way and others' ways be damned. Good ole, stubborn, John Winchester.
'It sounds familiar,' she said just as the waiter arrived with his food, placing it down in front of him. Dead gave him a polite nod, before turning to his food, just as the chick stole one of his fries and resumed speaking like she hadn't just stolen one of his fries. 'I was seven when my father died. He trained us, of course, but it’s hard to remember everything.' Dean picked up his burger and took a bite out of it as he listened to her talk. "I'm sorry," he began as he set his burger down. "My Dad trained my brother and I since we were kids, that's all we've ever known, so I get bein' trained young. Not an easy life." By no means easy, his life had been hard. Always had been, ever since he was four years old. Dean never got a normal life, neither did Sam. Dad never gave them the option, it was always about huntin' after Mom died. After being thrown into this life, there was no way he was ever gettin' out, not with everything Sam and him had been through over the years. He'd come to terms with it.
'I’m glad we met. I’m Roxana, by the way... Roxxi.'
"Well, Roxxi, it's good to meet ya." He said as he took another bite out of his burger, setting it back down onto the plate before taking a sip out of his beer, just as she started talking. Well, there was no going back now, everything was out in the open, but her comment made him chuckle. "You're damn right about that. I've come across my fair share of wannabes." More than he ever wanted to. The amount of newbie hunters he's come across over the years was ridiculous. He'd saved their asses too many times to count and then his mind unwillingly drifted towards that group of idiots he and Sam had encountered years ago... god what were their names? Ghost Facers. Dean inwardly groaned, those stupid sons of bitches had almost gotten themselves killed because they thought they knew everything just because they had googled it.
As Roxxi leaned towards him he rose an eyebrow at what she was doing, but then she spoke and his posture straightened, his face becoming serious. Dean wiped his hands on his jeans to wipe the remaining salt off from the fries he'd eaten as he looked at her, a grave expression written on his face. "Yeah I have, both my brother and I have. We've been tracking it since we first heard of them, never been able to pinpoint their location. What do you know?" He asked, suddenly very interested in what Roxxi had to say, maybe she had some information that could lead to something. Ever since Sam had been possessed by Lucifer, the hunt for this group had gone on hold temporarily until he found a way to save his brother. Now that Sam was back and Lucifer-less, he could turn his attention back to this, because let's be real, neither him or Sam were gonna find Lucifer, not any time soon. Whatever leads him and Sam had, went dead. Lucifer didn't want to be found, that much was evident.
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Jun 20, 2022 23:42:53 GMT
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Well, clearly he wasn’t sharp enough by the end.
She waved away his condolences with the fry she’d stolen, though it wasn’t long until it disappeared, and she nodded slowly at Dean’s story. There was complete understanding between them; children raised in separate countries and yet so similarly. “It isn’t easy, no, especially not when your father gets murdered by a demon directly in front of you.” Roxxi scoffed, speaking plainly as though it was no big deal, like she hadn’t been rehashing the trauma of that day over and over again. It was then that she remembered some people found offhand remarks like that somewhat uncomfortable, and so she tried to lighten the mood by encouraging more sad stories. Another thing they could bond over, perhaps. “How about yours? Has he retired?” If he survived the occupation, Roxxi doubted the man would ever hang up his coat (or shotgun), and she didn’t even know him. It was just their kind; they were born and bred for this, and whether or not they resented it later didn’t matter━it would always be in their blood. It was what made her sure Emiliano always knew where she was, even before Nemo’s appearance━he was a hunter, and he’d never lose that.
But neither would she, especially not when she had real hunters by her side. Ones like Dean, because she wouldn’t let this connection go now that she’d made it. Thank goodness she’d made that comment about his fries━and not only because she’d stolen some now.
Wannabes. There wasn’t a better word to describe them; people who went into this thinking it’d be some sort of stupid superhero movie━the ones Chase liked. Her father’s death was proof that life as a hunter was anything but easy or simple. It could kill you, and it was all the more likely to if you didn’t know what you were doing━or if you brought your seven-year-old to face off with a real-life tortured spirit from Hell.
So Dean did know about the people who’d altered her life forever. She wasn’t about to tell her new friend that she’d been operated on ‘but don’t worry, darling, I was a werewolf before, so it isn’t a giant change’ as if that would go over well. Her father always seemed somewhat ashamed of what they were, though the worst part━for Roxxi━was zapping people when she felt too much.
“Not as much as I’d like.” She admitted, hoping Dean would also share what he knew. If they compiled their information, perhaps they could create a better, bigger picture, and Roxxi would know who’d done this to her. “I know they can create just about anything they want━save for demons and such, I assume. And that their victims disappear for days at a time, some longer than others, and return with no memory. Perfecting a mind-altering program would be a lot more hassle than hiring a vampire to compel it away, though I was under the impression that vampires couldn’t compel one another.” Roxxi frowned thoughtfully, “Maybe changing their species creates a loophole? And surely it has to be a group; one person cannot do all that on their own.” She added, more to herself than Dean, but her eyes ticked to him after a moment. “What do you know?”
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jul 15, 2022 2:16:34 GMT
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DEAN frowned when she mentioned that her father had been killed right in front of you by a demon. Roxxi spoke so plainly about the entire thing, as if it were no big deal. It was a big deal, a huge one even. Dean knew first hand the trauma that happened after someone goes through a loss like that, he had lived it... many times. He'd lost his own father to a damned demon, it wasn't something you just get over so easily. Hell, that had happened years ago and he still honestly wasn't over it. While his Dad had been a grade A dick, and was the one who thrust him into this life, he still loved the man dearly. Losing him was rougher on him than Sam, for many different reasons. None of which he wanted to rehash at the moment. Or ever if he were being honest.
Before he could respond to her story on her father being killed by a demon, she asked about his and whether he was retired or not. At that point, Dean took a long swig out of his beer before placing it back down onto the table gently. "My old man met the same fate yours did. Years ago, sacrificed his own life to save mine. Made a deal with a demon, his life for mine." Dean had been pissed at his Dad for making such a deal, but he understood it. He understood it more when he learned he had a son, Ben. When he had thought he had lost Ben, Dean was more than ready to make a deal, any deal, to get his son back to him. Thankfully, he hadn't needed to make any deal at all. But even before he knew that, he was ready to do whatever he had to in order to bring Ben back. He would do that if he ever had to, trade his life for his son's. Dean knew for sometime now that he was past savin,' that his life didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things. But Ben's did, Sammy's did. Dean would do whatever it took to protect his family.
Dean bit into his burger and chewed as Roxxi mentioned how she didn't know much about those dread doctors as she would've liked. Damn, Dean was hoping he would've been able to get some kind of information from her that would help him and Sam find these sons of bitches and end them once and for all. But of course, he was back to where he was before: which was absolutely fucking nowhere. Dean listened to her further as she spoke, nothing new of course as he knew that much - how these sons of bitches could create any kind of creature they wanted, even a mixture of some to create hybrids. Which worried Dean immensely, because if they were creating monsters now, that meant what he knew could kill them... probably wouldn't be the case any longer.
'Victims disappear for days at a time, some longer than others, and return with no memory. Perfecting a mind-altering program would be a lot more hassle than hiring a vampire to compel it away, though I was under the impression that vampires couldn’t compel one another.' The memory loss bit didn't make much sense to him either. "I didn't think they could either. But given everything that's been happenin,' I wouldn't be surprised if there were vamps out there who could do exactly that." Which would create even more problems in the long run, especially if such vamps were more powerful than regular ones, which is what it was sounding like. And if those docs had vamps on their side.... they were in for a bigger headache than he had originally anticipated.
'Maybe changing their species creates a loophole? And surely it has to be a group; one person cannot do all that on their own.' Dean nodded as he picked up a fry and shoved it into his mouth. "That's what I was thinkin.' It can't just be one vamp doing all of this compellin' away the memories of all the people they take. That's if it's even a vamp doing the memory erasin.'" Which he doubted it even was a vampire doing it, but if not, how were all these people losing their memories of what happened to him? It didn't make a lick of sense. 'What do you know?' She asked and Dean sighed heavily, frustrated, "Not much else. Everything you know is what I know. My brother and I haven't been able to pinpoint these bastards' location. We don't even know what the hell their motive is, why they're creatin' in the first place." Dean felt utterly useless, which was a common theme here lately. Dean hadn't been able to find out anything about these doctors, their motives, locations, nothin.' And it was frustrating the absolute hell out of him. But maybe with Roxxi's help... he would be able to find out something new. It was worth a shot and honestly... Dean would take all the help he could get.
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Post by ROXANNE BRASCHI on Aug 3, 2022 22:22:46 GMT
━ i don't know where i'm going, but i sure know where i've been ━
“To our fathers, and to family trauma.” She raised her beer, still as if it was a light topic, and tapped the lip against Dean’s stationary bottle. Roxxi took a long fucking swig before they got started on the group making supernaturals.
Nodding at his additions to her knowledge, Roxxi finally asked what he knew━eager to learn more. Dean was more of a practicing hunter than she was, at least for now, but he had to have some information, right?
Apparently fucking not.
She was hoping she could learn more about this, that some little hint would lead to the culprit━the person (or people) who’d done this to her━but there was no such luck. Dean had nothing.
“Merda,” Roxxi hissed, shaking her head in disappointment. “Well, I know it isn’t limited to Mystic Falls. People have gone missing around Whitmore College, too━though they could just as likely be citizens of Mystic Falls.”Like her. “Perhaps they’re all under some sort of spell, and one day the people creating them will snap━” She snapped her fingers for effect, “━and have an army under their control.” The humour died on her tongue. By the time it was out, Roxxi’s so-called joke wasn’t that anymore. It was stale and awful, and her feelings were written all over her face. This was dangerous, and she didn’t know how to cope with the idea… because her ‘joke’ could be true, and she’d never know.
“We need more drinks.” Roxxi declared, splitting the tension, and waved down a server.
At some point, the Grill had gotten a little busier━dinner time, she presumed━and Roxxi stood to collect her things from the table she was spread across before meeting Dean. Her papers were stuffed haphazardly into a laptop bag, then tossed on the other side of the booth. When she sat down again, she ended up on the same side as Dean.
But that was a few beers less than the number they were at now, which was… ah, what did it matter? Finally there was someone she could speak to about her dad, and about growing up under the watchful eye of an experienced hunter, and she only had to sugar-coat the werewolf part. Otherwise, Roxxi connected to Dean on a level she couldn’t with anyone else━that she hadn’t with anyone else, except maybe Dick. But there was quite a bit more censoring involved with him.
She couldn’t tell Dean about Emiliano, the evil uncle turned step-father━not much, anyway. And she couldn’t roll too far back into her family’s history without mentioning the curse placed on them, but still. There was someone else who understood what it was like to do the right thing, and who could relate to parental pressure.
That wasn’t all she chatted about, though. One topic bled into the next, and eventually, they talked about their siblings━Roxxi could relate to being both an older and younger sibling━and music, and she ranted about some of her idiotic students. There were subtle brushes against one another, knees and thighs under the table, her fingertips over his sleeve, even grabbing his forearm out of ‘excitement’ for whatever she was talking about.
By the end, though, Roxxi was leaning against Dean and laughing at something he’d said. Whatever it was, though, she forgot about it a second later. When she swivelled her head to meet his gaze, they were a lot closer than she’d anticipated (though, she was literally pressed against him so what was she expecting), and those big brown eyes drooped to his lips, then slid upwards again. His eyes reminded her of Frank’s━greenish, but speckled with a few other colours━and she suddenly worried if he might be gay, too. She hadn’t thought so with Frank, but… most idiots weren’t that deep in the closet, right? She would’ve sensed disinterest… not that Frank had shown any.
She thought about Chase, too. A last-ditch effort to draw the line between them━that they weren’t a couple━even though her excuses started to slip. She didn’t want to lose this, the freedom to be herself and be with other people, because that’s who she was. And why the fuck would she willingly lose a piece of herself and get with a Buckley?
Roxxi moved in slowly, but not slow enough to hesitate, and pressed her lips to Dean’s like she was just testing the waters. Testing, tasting, finding the same wheaty flavour on his mouth as what was in her bottle. The light scrape of day’s-end facial hair, her nose brushing the side of his own.
“Do… you want another beer?” Roxxi asked lightly, shifting back only far enough to look at him again. “Or we can get out of here. I’d prefer the latter, but… you know,” Customs, etiquette━whatever it was, she shrugged at the mention; that’s how much it meant to her. And Dio, she hoped Dean felt the same way.
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Oct 26, 2022 15:48:55 GMT
![]() ━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
INTERESTINGLY enough, Roxxi had captivated him, had actually managed to turn his night around. Who woulda thought? Not him, he came to the bar with one goal in mind: eat and drink, maybe do a bit of research but that had obviously gotten him nowhere. But now maybe he had a lead, someone else who knew what the hell was going on in this town and with what these 'dread doctors' were planning, it couldn't be good. Then again, nothing in this town was good. Ever since he had stepped foot into Mystic Falls it was one thing after another. Whether that be a vampire infestation or Lucifer rising, the uglies just kept comin.' He had never seen anything like it, to have a town that was so overrun, so inclined for supernatural activity. It was insane and that was saying a lot considering everything he had been through his entire life. But despite all the shit he'd been through in this town, he couldn't bring himself to leave it completely behind. Maybe it was the fact that he'd found his roots here, or maybe it was the fact that he had found his son here in town, giving him something he had always dreamed of but never saw coming his way. It was probably a combination of both, but regardless, Dean had found something in this town he never thought he would and honestly, he didn't want to let it go, no matter how much crap was thrown his way.
When Roxxi raised her beer, Dean did as well, lightly tapping his against hers, cheering with her. “To our fathers and family trauma." Boy did he have enough family trauma to last a life time, more than probably the everyday person. Just like Roxxi, Dean took a long sip out of his beer before setting it back down onto the table. He knew she was probably hoping to get more information outta him, but he was just as stumped as she was. He had no additional information, nothing new, he was running in circles himself trying to find out more about this group who was taking people left and right - creating monsters. That was new to him, people creating monsters just for the sake of it. It wasn't monsters turning humans into monsters, it was more scientific than that. Think more Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Hyde than the other alternative.
She definitely didn't like his answer, because she cussed in what he assumed to be another language and shook her head in sheer disappointment before beginning to talk, telling him about what she knew instead of the other way around. Go figure. 'Well, I know it isn't limited to Mystic Falls. People have gone missing around Whitmore College, too - though they could just as likely be citizens of Mystic Falls. Perhaps they're all under some sort of spell, and one day the people creating them will snap - and have an army under their control.' Oh he hoped the hell not and he hoped she was joking, it definitely sounded like a joke, but it wasn't a funny one. Dean had seen enough during his lifetime to know that anything was possible, including mind control. "Let's hope the hell that isn't the case." He said, almost in a stern tone, key word, almost. But Dean didn't even wanna speak that into existence. With everything he and Sam had been through, that was one thing he did not want to have to battle next. Mind controlled citizens? That got into awfully dangerous territory. Even for him.
'We need more drinks.' It was like she was reading his mind and he definitely didn't disagree. He could use something stronger...
Throughout the course of their conversation, the inside of the place had gotten much busier and he was more than a couple beers in. Roxxi had shifted from her side of the table to his own, so that she was sitting right beside him and by that point, he and Roxxi got to talking about a lot more than a case, they talked about their families, something he couldn't do with just anyone, if anyone other than his family. It was nice to say the least, to be able to open up to some degree with someone who didn't know his entire life story. Roxxi was a lot more like him than he had initially realized and it was seeming that it was helping them to bond on an entirely other level. Dean actually found himself laughin,' something he hadn't done in what seemed like forever and it felt so damn good. It felt good when Roxxi laughed at his cheesy ass jokes, when she was leaned up on him. He could be himself and not worry about the world ending of the other person getting hurt - which, was still a possibility, but Dean wasn't about to think like that and sober himself up, that wasn't how he wanted their night to end.
At some point during the two talkin,' Roxxi turned her head to him, meeting his gaze. She was a hellvua lot closer to him than he had thought she was, not that he minded in the slightest. And when her brown eyes dropped from his eyes to his lips, he hoped she would make the next moves because otherwise he was gonna. A few seconds passed and she made the first move, leaning in - almost hesitating at first before she eventually pressed her lips to his, soft, cautious... almost like she was testin' the waters, see how he would react. But honey, by the sweet taste of her lips she didn't have to test anythin,' he knew where their night was ending. 'Do... you want another beer? Or we can get out of here. I'd prefer the latter, but... you know.' As she drew back and asked if they wanted to get outta there (he didn't even entertain her first question), he didn't hesitate to shake his head. "I thought you'd never ask." Cheesy, but it was the damn truth. Reaching into his back pocket, Dean pulled out his wallet and took out some cash before tossin' it lightly onto the table to pay for the drinks and food for the both of them. He'd already packed up his things, so he was ready to go as soon as she was.
"Shall we?" He questioned, more than eager to get the hell outta there alongside Roxxi. What he thought was gonna be a boring ass night filled with research and self-loathing, turned into something more much interesting. A night neither would forget, he'd make sure of it.
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