♛ third hunt - video

[ofletters]

[ Everyone's so busy ducking shadows and spilling secrets around here! So, have a Winchester, looking to mix things up. ]

Funny thing about these guys is, they may know our weaknesses, but we know some of their's, too. Like, silver--

[ Silver? If you're thinking knives and bullets, don't. Because the video turns from Sam's half amused, half still secretly very worn down expression to the shadow version of the man, who's tied up nice and tight in a chair, mouth sealed up with some duct tape. ]

Anyway, you don't have to deal with them if you know all their--

[ Tricks? Speaking of, that surly-looking shadow in the background seems to know Sam's, as previously mentioned. And springs out of his bindings to tussle with the original, so clunk goes the device. ]

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[thepointisdolphins]

I like your style, even if this all ended rather embarrassingly.

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[ofletters]

Thanks. I'll have to try again later, I guess.

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[thepointisdolphins]

I recommend alcohol. It's somewhat more permanent.

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[ofletters]

He's smart. He's not going to let me get any advantages.

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[thepointisdolphins]

Still, alcohol might at least let you ignore it.

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[bossily]

[Both she and her shadow are watching this in disbelief. Clara is getting ideas from this, and she casually glances over at her double before turning her focus back on the matter at hand.]

Sam? Just go ahead and not respond if you need help.

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[ofletters]

Fine-- Fine. [ He pops up a short while later, out of breath, but striving to look... in control. ] Just, ah... You know.

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[bossily]

[She doesn't look entirely convinced. Her shadow looks horrified.]

Guess I should be glad mine's not attempting to kill me. There's that going for me, at least. Are you sure you don't need any help?

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[ofletters]

He's not trying to kill me. [ Sam heaves a sigh, casting a look over his shoulder. Just making sure. ] I'll be fine, I've just... gotta think.

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[righteously]

[It's actually a voice in his ear that keeps him from busting his way into Sam's room as soon as the video hits the floor. Just a little snark from is Shadow that reminds him it's there, that he can't be sure what it's gonna say around Sam- but whatever it is, he's sure as hell not gonna want his brother to hear it. Or anyone to hear it, for that matter.

The shadows seem nonviolent- they're more interested in psychologically screwing with people than physically, so he-]

Tell yourself whatever you gotta, man, truth is you just don't wanna hear what his has to sa-

[The feed cuts off before it even starts, and when it picks back up again his back is against the closet door, which thumps repeatedly behind him.]

Nice try, Liam Neeson, but silver doesn't do squat. Trust me, I've run the drill. Also handcuffed the bastard to the bed, but he picked the lock in like five seconds. Gotta be some kinda magic or-

[THUD- THUD- THUDTHUDTHUD-]

God damn it.

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[ofletters]

Hey-- Yeah, I got that, [ He begins, and his shadow's still in the background, and Sam's expression falters briefly. Because when the shadow hears Dean's voice, it looks all the more interested, and the real Sam clears his throat, speaking in a mutter. ]

We, uh... we've gotten all our crap out, right? [ Wearily, he adds: ] I don't think we should... spend a lot of time around each other until these ghosts of Christmas past give it a rest.

[ Even with all the fights between them, there's always going to be some things left unsaid, boiling down under the skin forever. Which is how they operate. And he figures neither of them want the shadows to get the chance to spill the beans on any of it. ]

Just because you selfish bastards don't want to hear about what you've done doesn't mean--

[ And Sam, wisely, switches to text. ]

So. Yeah.

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[righteously]

Yeah, no, pretty sure we're better off keeping it separate until this thing's over. No idea what in the hell this baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasdssss

Hes worried about you Sam but hes too eotionally cnstipated to say s because he thinggggggggggggggggggggggggg gg g gg aase

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[ofletters]

If you get your device back, tell your shadow I don't need him to tell me that you're emotionally constipated. Just saying.

You can't even keep the guy away from your keyboard? Man.

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[strongeralone]

[Sam -- he can always count on his -- goddammit! He switches on the feed, fully intent on breaking down his son's door if he doesn't get a response in 60 seconds, his own shadow be damned to hell.]

Sam!

[It's cut before his own shadow has a chance to chip in]

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[ofletters]

I'm alright, dad. He just got the jump on me.

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[strongeralone]

[The text is enough to lower his heartbeat a little, even though his ever suspicious mind is still wondering if this isn't all some lie, still itching to go break down that door.

If only because he's broken everything else he could.

After a moment he returns a text.]

It knows all of your tricks. Maybe what you need are someone elses.

[You better appreciate the coherent reply, those are hard to manage with his own shadow never shutting up]

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[ofletters]

What, you want to wrestle with this guy while I try and talk sense into your doppelganger?

[ And guess how much he hates that idea? Because he knows-- He has to, that it'll end terribly. When John finds out all the things Sam never, ever wants him to know. ]

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[cursebreaking]

[Yeah, that looks like it's working out great for you, Sam.]

Hey, you okay over there, Fabio?

[It's the hair.]

Pound the floor once for yes, twice for no.

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[ofletters]

[ :l ]

Not the time. [ Yeah, he's heard all the hair jokes already, thankyouverymuch. ]

I'm fine, though.

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[cursebreaking]

[Hey, Emma is nothing if not absolutely pro at making poor jokes at the wrong time. It's a gift.]

You sure? Think your Shadow might get punchy again?

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[ofletters]

He might, sure. But I'll get... uh, "punchy" back.

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[no_nonsense]

[You raised her hopes and then dashed them quite expertly, Sir, well done.

Normally, Susan would have asked if he was alright, given the enormous partially chair-bound man that had just plowed into him, but she was rather short on sympathy at the moment. Besides, there was something terribly poetic about a shadow waiting to strike until its original was monologue'ing his success.]

I take it your solution didn't stick?

[Susan isn't particularly amused, but her shadow is. And, because it's exactly the sort of thing she would think and absolutely never say, her shadow adds:]

That was a Pune, a play on words.

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[ofletters]

Not exactly. [ And, okay, he cracks a smile at the joke. ] But I'll figure something else out. I'm just... trying to find a more permanent solution.

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[no_nonsense]

Well, I wish you success.

[Susan's shadow was less than helpful and laughed like a mean, teenaged girl at the very idea.]

Yes, I imagine that would require wishing and a benevolent god or two, wouldn't it?

[Susan sighed.]

If you do actually find something, do share. I haven't tried tape, mind, but given that well aimed half-brick didn't work, I don't have high hopes for sticky paper.

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[ofletters]

Thanks. [ He exhales heavily, occasionally re-shifting the device to keep his shadow out of the picture. ]

Definitely. Same to you; seems like they're about as tricky as we are. Or worse.