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holliSeriously, I swear I used to know more math before I started watching this show. Plus, it's making want to write things at an alarming rate. I wrote two of a five things today, and I'm poking at an Agent Henriksen story too.
Which, actually, have a little of:
At a hospital in Nebraska, where Dean Winchester may or may not have checked in with a fatal heart condition-- guy has more fucking lives than a cat-- Vic can't get anyone to look up the records he needs. The head resident spares him enough time to ask if he's here about the theft, and he's not, so she's off again. He has to eavesdrop at the nurses' station to find out the blood bank was robbed last night, of all the damn things.
So he steps outside, onto a ramp at the back of the hospital, and thinks about smoking a cigarette while he stares into the prairie night. The hospital's at the edge of town, away from even that little bit of light pollution, and beyond the building's floodlights it's like looking off the edge of the world.
Maybe that's why it takes him a minute to notice the woman standing at the foot of the ramp; she faded out of the dark so seamlessly he hardly registers her presence until she speaks.
"So I hear you're looking for the Winchesters." It's a statement, not a question. She has dark hair, almost goth-dyed-black, and she's so pale she nearly glows under the lights, but she's wearing a threadbare flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans. Somehow, she's the creepiest person Vic's met since he was put on the Winchester case.
But there haven't been too many people willing to volunteer information, so he'll bite. "What have you got?"
She offers him a crooked and entirely-too-toothy grin. "Some advice. Stop looking."
So, more of the same, then. "I hear that a lot. They got something on you? Blackmail, threats?"
She scoffs. "Nothing of the sort. I owe them one, though, and since they put Gordon Walker away, I might owe them two. Trust me. If Gordon's talking, it's only because he wants you to finish his hunt for him."
Gordon Walker, Vic has long since figured out, is a lunatic. But a useful lunatic, so far-- even if he clams up every time Vic asks about anything unrelated to the Winchesters. Like the deaths of his parents, or the way his sister's body turned up some months later, or the giant fucking arsenal hidden in his car. But this girl shouldn't know anything about that.
"What'd Walker do?" Vic has a feeling he won't get an answer, but he's got in the habit of asking. "How'd he cross paths with the Winchesters, anyway?"
And, no fucking surprise, he just gets a cryptic (but thankfully toothless) smile. "Sorry. I told you what you need to know."
And she's gone, back into the dark without another word. I picked a hell of a time to quit smoking, Victor thinks, and heads back into the hospital.
I don't actually know how this is going to end up. I have a bunch of other bits where he encounters various people the Winchesters have helped, scared the bejesus out of, or pissed off, but no real way of stringing them together. So I'll have to think about it. And also about whether it would be gratuitous to include Leslie and Leah (I suspect it would be, but just in case, they now have a last name. You know, if they need it).
Which, actually, have a little of:
At a hospital in Nebraska, where Dean Winchester may or may not have checked in with a fatal heart condition-- guy has more fucking lives than a cat-- Vic can't get anyone to look up the records he needs. The head resident spares him enough time to ask if he's here about the theft, and he's not, so she's off again. He has to eavesdrop at the nurses' station to find out the blood bank was robbed last night, of all the damn things.
So he steps outside, onto a ramp at the back of the hospital, and thinks about smoking a cigarette while he stares into the prairie night. The hospital's at the edge of town, away from even that little bit of light pollution, and beyond the building's floodlights it's like looking off the edge of the world.
Maybe that's why it takes him a minute to notice the woman standing at the foot of the ramp; she faded out of the dark so seamlessly he hardly registers her presence until she speaks.
"So I hear you're looking for the Winchesters." It's a statement, not a question. She has dark hair, almost goth-dyed-black, and she's so pale she nearly glows under the lights, but she's wearing a threadbare flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans. Somehow, she's the creepiest person Vic's met since he was put on the Winchester case.
But there haven't been too many people willing to volunteer information, so he'll bite. "What have you got?"
She offers him a crooked and entirely-too-toothy grin. "Some advice. Stop looking."
So, more of the same, then. "I hear that a lot. They got something on you? Blackmail, threats?"
She scoffs. "Nothing of the sort. I owe them one, though, and since they put Gordon Walker away, I might owe them two. Trust me. If Gordon's talking, it's only because he wants you to finish his hunt for him."
Gordon Walker, Vic has long since figured out, is a lunatic. But a useful lunatic, so far-- even if he clams up every time Vic asks about anything unrelated to the Winchesters. Like the deaths of his parents, or the way his sister's body turned up some months later, or the giant fucking arsenal hidden in his car. But this girl shouldn't know anything about that.
"What'd Walker do?" Vic has a feeling he won't get an answer, but he's got in the habit of asking. "How'd he cross paths with the Winchesters, anyway?"
And, no fucking surprise, he just gets a cryptic (but thankfully toothless) smile. "Sorry. I told you what you need to know."
And she's gone, back into the dark without another word. I picked a hell of a time to quit smoking, Victor thinks, and heads back into the hospital.
I don't actually know how this is going to end up. I have a bunch of other bits where he encounters various people the Winchesters have helped, scared the bejesus out of, or pissed off, but no real way of stringing them together. So I'll have to think about it. And also about whether it would be gratuitous to include Leslie and Leah (I suspect it would be, but just in case, they now have a last name. You know, if they need it).
