Random Supernatural RP, Part 1

Chapter 11

*In the morning Dean goes to get the police scanner from the car to see if anything is happening, only to find it missing with a note.*

Note: Sorry, chaps, but its illegal for anyone outside of the police force to be in possession of these in this town. Youre welcome.'

Dean: Son of a bitch!"

Sam: *Still sleepy.* What is it?"

Dean: *Grabs onto Sam.* He stole our stolen police scanner!"

Sam: .Now that just brings a whole new level of irony into view. A person who works for the law technically... stealing a stolen police scanner."

Dean: Shut it, and get to work with your computer mumbo jumbo!"

Sam: *Sighs, goes back inside, and decides to call Charlie. Makes sure that the line is secure before calling her.* Hey Charlie, its Sam."

Charlie: Sam. What creepy monster are you and Dean hunting now? On second thought, dont answer that!"

Sam: Actually just calling to know if you could do something for us."

Charlie: And what would that be? Hmmm?"

Sam: *Makes sure the line is still secure. Satisfied that it is.* Could you hack into the police interface of the place that Dean and I are. I know that you can easily track where we are.

Charlie: Provided that you stay on long enough."

Sam: Yeah."

Charlie: Why do you need me to do that any way?"

Sam: Our scanner got stolen."

Charlie: Oh. You mean the one that Dean stole?"

Sam: Yeah. Ironic, huh?"

Charlie: Sure is. Do or do not, there is no try."

Sam: Huh?"

Charlie: *Sighs.* Silly muggle. I said that I can do what you have asked of me."

Sam: Alright. Thank you Charlie."

Charlie: May the force be with you. *Hangs up.*

Artie: *Up in a tree.* What? Are you two still here?"

Dean: *Looks up, pulls his gun out, and a thing of salt.* Get down here and give back the scanner before I decide to dump this salt all over the place.

Artie: *Glares.* You. Wouldnt. Dare! *Pulls out his cell phone.*

Dean: *Opens the salt, goes to dump it, but doesn't let any fall out.* I would. *Sees Arties cell phone.* Who ya gonna call?"

*A deep taunting voice comes from the cabin.*

Gellin: Me. *Walks out of the cabin with Sam in a choke hold, and, being close to his height, somehow manages to lift him into the air. Is able to stand the kicks and punches Sam tries to throw.*

Dean: *Eyes Gellin, and then looks back at Artie.* Who is he?"

Gellin: Hello asshole number two! Want me to kill em for you, Artie?"

Artie: Such violence isnt needed today chap. We just need to bring them into headquarters and have a friendly chat."

Dean: *Still holding the salt at an angle.* Im not kidding. Who the heck is he? *Points his gun at Gellin and cocks it.* Let go of my brother, and before you say that I could shoot him, I must let you know that Im an excellent shot. Meaning: I could shoot you in the head. So let Sam go."

Gellin: How about a game instead? *Holds Sam out by his shirt/jacket, exposing himself. Still seemingly unhurt by a kick from Sam.* One shot. You hit a critical point on me, you win, we leave, but if you miss, you have to come quietly."