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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

This time when the black Impala tears down the road and into the driveway of the Cooper farm, it only has the one occupant, and he is a very pissed-off looking occupant.

Jo's freaking psychotic friends and their stupid freaking ideas, and Sam and his goddamn family, and goddamn Lawrence and freaking alterna-Dean -- he's had enough.

Dean's looking for something to hunt. And he's heard Oracle's got the best information around.

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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Florida." Dean considers. "...yeah, that could work. What's there?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Not quite sure. There's something on the beaches near Panama City. Somehow the area managed not to get hit by anything from sea as far as I can tell, but people are fleeing the area. Details are, as always, sketchy."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"A'ight. Cheers."

Dean heads for the door.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Hey," she calls after him, reaching into a storage locker. "You might want this."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

He turns, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

She tosses him a small black box, one that's obviously a communications device. "If you need to get in touch."

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

"Thanks." Dean stuffs it in his pocket without looking at it.

He may or may not look at it later.

... probably not.

"See ya round."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"I hope so," she sighs, doubting he even hears her.