♛ 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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[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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[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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[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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[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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[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.