Random Supernatural RP, Part 1

Chapter 4

Dean: *Unlocks and enters their room. He sits down, grabs some clothing from the bag under the bed, and goes to change.* "We'll talk to people tomorrow. Right now, we should try putting what we know together."

Artie: *Holding a knife to Deans throat. Whispers so Sam cant hear in the other room.* Not a single sound.

Dean: *Surprised.* "How'd you get in here!?"

Artie: *Glares. Points the blade closer.* I said quiet!

Dean: "You could at least tell me how you got in, ass hat!"

Artie: ....I had a twisted childhood. I know stuff, ok?"

Dean: *Makes his touché face.*

Artie: I was an idiot to trust people like you. An idiot!"

Dean: *Doesn't say anything in response.*

Artie: What the hell did your brother do to the crime scene? Answer now, and I won't show you what your voice box looks like."

Dean: What the hell? I didn't see Sam do anything to the crime scene! "How could I answer that question when you told me to be quiet?"

Artie: He was acting shifty. I know you two took something. Now hand it over. *Holds out his palm. His hands are slender and stained in inks and paints.*

Dean: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Artie: *Growls. Eyes flicker yellow. Stumbles back holding his head.*

Dean: *Takes advantage of this, and puts Artie at knife point using his own knife.* "Try anything stupid, and I will slice your throat! Got it?" *Busts the bathroom door down, and walks out with Artie.* "Sam! Handcuffs!"

Sam: *Surprised by the fact that Dean has Artie. He's confused at first, but then he gets the handcuffs and a gun. He aims the gun at Artie and cocks it.* "You try anything stupid, and you'll get a bullet to the heart." *Tosses the handcuffs to Dean, who catches them.

Dean: *Handcuffs Artie to the frame of the bed, which is very solid.

Artie: *Eyes widen in horror. Starts to pull frantically.* L-LET ME OUT, YOU ASS HATS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

Dean: "We're the ones asking the questions here! How'd you get in? What are you? Are you a demon? You know what? I think that you don't want anyone poking around at crime scenes because you're responsible for the deaths and attacks!"

Artie: *Has not ceased his panicked state. Has started to hyperventilate, ignoring the fact that pulling at the handcuffs just makes them dig into his wrists, drawing blood.* L...let go.... Let go! Let go, damn it!"

Sam: "Stop fidgeting, you're making the cuffs bite into your skin. Answer the questions."

Artie: *Doesnt appear to be hearing them or seeing them, just stares downward in a crazed state. Shaking as he fails at trying to take in air.*

Dean: *Sees that Artie passed out.* "Damn!"

Sam: *Locks the door, and pulls the curtains closed.*

Artie: *Limp. Twitches occasionally. Has a lot of piercings for a forensics worker. A tattoo of three bullets can be seen on his right wrist where the sleeve of his shirt tugged down from his struggles.*

Dean: *Grabs some holy water, and flicks some of it onto Artie. Sees that Artie starts to smoke from the holy water.* "Alright, Sam, go get the paint from the car." *Tosses Sam the keys.*

Sam: *Goes and gets the paint. Comes back in, and helps Dean paint a devil's trap on the ceiling above Artie. They use the strongest devil's trap that they know instead of the usual one.*