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Indie RP for Ash (Supernatural)

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[text, Jo]: Jo? Are you there? I was brought back. I'm tryin to find you and Ellen.

[Text: Ash(?)] Holy shit! Ash? You’re alive too?! Where are you? Have you gotten ahold of mom?

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God-knows how many hours and one motel check in later, the pair were in Aftin, Wyoming. Jo got dressed in something more presentable than a pair of ripped jeans and a dirty shirt. She easily got clearance for the morgue (though the creepy stares from the doctor did make her a bit uneasy.) 

“Well,” Jo said, after she and Ash were alone, “…what do you think it is? Doc said cause of death was blood loss, but there’s no puncture wounds…hm.”

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The looks the doctor was giving Jo made Ash bristle with older brotherly protectiveness. He’d dressed up too, though he still didn’t look exactly formal with that mullet.

Ash let Jo do most of the talking at the morgue, when they were back in the car, he shrugged at Jo’s question. “I dunno. I haven’t seen anything like it before,” he replied. “Sounds like a vamp aside from the lack of puncture wounds, so maybe somethin’ in the same family?”

[culpammeam-blog]

A tiny flicked of hope was visible in her eyes as this man explained that he didn’t really have much faith in the police report. Neither did she of course, but she thought this man would. 

“Really? What wasn’t explained well enough for you? The culprit perhaps?” 

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Ash nodded. “You said he was a man who looked like Elvis,” he said slowly. “And yet, the way whatever it was killed your parents, you and I both know that no human could have done it. You’ve always known that, haven’t you, Miss Brinton?”

“So I want to hear your account of the story. The full one. The one you were told was impossible.”

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Ash was startled when he saw the young, blonde woman. “Hello,” he greeted cautiously. He was in the middle of investigating a hunt involving Hell-hounds. “Have you been following me?”

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//Starter call. Like for a starter :)

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malusspiritus:

Meg couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that, she could certainly point and explain what they were looking at. She knew enough history of this town to do that. “Right, let’s take a walk and find a nice little place to get coffee then. You’re up for the greatest tour you’ll ever have, hon.” 

Ash looked Meg up and down, checking her out, and gave a soft chuck in turn, “Sounds awesome,” he grinned.

[littlesistersammy]

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

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“Well that’s very big of you to admit, Ash. I’m proud of you.” Samantha answered with a smile and small laugh.

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littlesistersammy:

“Kinda immature… and it’s kinda proof that you don’t take life seriously, Ash.” Samantha uterred again with a laugh.

“Maybe you take it too seriously,” Ash retorted, raising a brow.

[olderwinchester-blog]

“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”

Sentence Starters“Wow Ash, yeah It’s nice talking to you too.We may have screwed up, but it’s not the end of the world.”

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olderwinchester:

“Yes I’ve looked outside, where the hell do you think I am? I’m stuck in the god damn middle of it! I’ll  explain later but any idea how to get rid of uh.. darkness or hoe to get out of it at least?”

“Darkness?” Ash squinted, even though he knew Dean couldn’t actually see the look he was giving him. “How do you mean? Like, pile o’ demons, dark- ness or somethin’ else? Stay on the line, I’ll see what I can do.”

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"While my Grace is neither male nor female, contrary to popular belief, this current vessel does have genitalia and it functions quite well." (( I have no idea what this is, but what the hell. Also, hi!!!))

Well, from the talk of Grace, this person was clearly an angel. Ash squinted at the man in front of him. “Yeah, that’s great, mine all works fantastically too, but why are you here? If you’re tryin’ to get laid, you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree. I don’t swing that way. There are some night clubs in town, but you kinda picked the wrong vessel for that. You’re not gonna blend well.”

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shreddedwingsandlostwords:

“Oh really. That explains why your entire species is obsessed with fornication. I thought it was merely a way to begin a conversation.” Lucifer rolls his eyes “your hair resembles a rat’s nest.”

“News flash, halo. I Don’ care what you think about my hair.” He shrugged. “Yeah, we might be a bit, but the world’s kinda goin’ to Hell in a handbasket if you know what I mean, and sex makes people feel good. I got a tip for you though, if you want to start conversations, the best way is to say hello and introduce yourself or somethin’ or talk about the weather.”

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waywardperegrination:

With a greatful smile. Rhyan turned her attention back to the phone, putting as much annoyance as possible into her voice. "Wha-oh yeah, yep, that was for me. I'll call you later, okay? I'll have the information by then. Promise."

The smile turned into a grin as she made her way over to the man who may have just saved her ass. "Dude. You're awesome, thank you so much. That conversation had been going around in circles for like an hour."

Ash gave her a lopsided smile in return, nodding his head a little as he did so. “Wasn’ any trouble,” he shrugged. “Boss givin’ you a hard time?” he asked.

He knew it really wasn’t any of his business, but now that he’d helped her dodge whoever was on the other end of that call. He couldn’t help but wonder what it was all about. Besides, wasn’t curiosity a very human trait?

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culpammeam:

They wouldn’t believe her, they never did. Especially not now when her doctors had probably alerted this man of her diagnoses and her vivid imagination as a child… 

“Everything I remember should already be in the police report, Detective. I’m sure it would save you a lot of time to just go through that.” 

Ash sat down across from the girl and looked at her inquisitively. “I’ve read the police report,” he told her. “But it’s a little biased and seems to discredit a lot of what you had to say at the time. Any chance you could fill in the blanks for me?”

He spoke gently, hoping to sounds in some way reassuring.

[littlesistersammy]

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

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“Well that’s very big of you to admit, Ash. I’m proud of you.” Samantha answered with a smile and small laugh.

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littlesistersammy:

“And you’re telling me all this because?” She looked at the other quite confused. “You sleep on the pool table? You get that wasted?”

“Wow, judgmental much, Sam,” Ash retorted. “For your information, pool tables, are super comfortable.”

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malusspiritus:

Oh, if Ash only knew how close he was to the nearest demon in town…It was a good thing Meg didn’t know what or who he was looking for, otherwise she might’ve felt a need to play with him. 

“I wouldn’t mind saying yes to a coffee, but I don’t know all the places of this town yet so I’m not sure if I’d be the best tour-guide." 

Ash smiled, already somewhat charmed by the demon. “Well, coffee it is, then, and that’s okay, you can just point ad say, ‘hey look, a building’ an’ I’ll be pretty content, I ain’t so picky.”

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twirlingaknifeiseasierthanhair:

“Yeah, but there isn’t a record of which soldiers got uniforms and which didn’t. And since they have the uniform, nobody whose seen it remembers anything else about how he looks.”

“Still no’ qui’e graspin’ how this is a problem. Besides that, if they were confederate soldiers, maybe it don’ matter if they had a uniform or not in life. They might be rememberin’ themselves in one regardless.”

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menxgerie:

Samandriel sniffed softly at the stranger’s words; he knew it was true. If he meant as much to Adam as Adam did to him, he wouldn’t be here, close to tears in a bar, talking to a man he hardly knew. “I wish you weren’t right.” His frown deepened as Ash continued. “Well, I’m not great at tracking people, but I know how hard it can be to be separated from your family. Would you like some help?”

“I wish I weren’t right too, kid, but you’ll get over it. Heartbreaks are jus’ part o’ life. You learn to roll with the punches.” Ash shrugged at him and gave him a sympathetic smile. He felt bad for the little guy.

The hunter raised a brow, “Well, I don’t wanna get you mixed up in my mess, but I am gettin’ pretty desperate to find ‘em. It’s been a long time.” He wasn’t quite sure anymore just how long. Years? Months?

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[text, Jo]: Jo? Are you there? I was brought back. I'm tryin to find you and Ellen.

[Text: Ash(?)] Holy shit! Ash? You’re alive too?! Where are you? Have you gotten ahold of mom?

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harvellebackinaction:

Jo pursed her lips in thought. “Morgue first. See if we can figure it out from the bodies, so we know what to listen for from the living victims and families of the dead. Sound okay?”

Ash nodded. “Smart plan, Jo, le’s roll.” It felt good to be hunting. He hoped this case wasn’t too complicated though.

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roadhouserunner:

“Not bad.”  Jo’s face broke into a grin.  “Huntin’ occasionally, laying low.”  

Walking closer, she slung the rifle over her shoulder.  “Narnia, huh?  You bring any talking mice back with you?”

The hunter laughed. “They were too fond of Naria, so they all stayed.”

He gave Jo a lopsided smile. “What’re you huntin’ right now? Anythin’ in particular?”