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It's still hard to believe it's over; that the yellow-eyed demonic bastard they'd spent their whole lives hunting is finally dead.
Sam figures it'll sink in eventually. Given everything else -- right now he's still pretty numb.
He's also desperately tired, but that doesn't matter. There's something he needs to do, and he can't afford to delay.
He waits until they've settled in for the night, and then waits still longer. Once Dean's been asleep for half an hour, Sam picks up his messenger bag -- already stuffed with books and his computer -- and heads straight for the bar.
He orders black coffee and snags a table with a good view of both doors and the stairs, then pulls out the first of the old texts and starts to search through it.
There's work to do.
Sam figures it'll sink in eventually. Given everything else -- right now he's still pretty numb.
He's also desperately tired, but that doesn't matter. There's something he needs to do, and he can't afford to delay.
He waits until they've settled in for the night, and then waits still longer. Once Dean's been asleep for half an hour, Sam picks up his messenger bag -- already stuffed with books and his computer -- and heads straight for the bar.
He orders black coffee and snags a table with a good view of both doors and the stairs, then pulls out the first of the old texts and starts to search through it.
There's work to do.
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Date: 2023-01-31 08:21 pm (UTC)It opens onto another bar, this one closed for the daytime, stools stacked upside down on the counter, pool table empty. The large room is warm with dark wood and old glass; a cattle skull hangs about the register. On the wall is a carved wooden sign proclaiming: "Drink where Wyatt Earp did!"
Waverly holds the door open for the brothers, gesturing them inside. "Gentlemen, welcome to Purgatory."
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Date: 2023-01-31 09:56 pm (UTC)Sam scowls at him. “Seriously?”
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Date: 2023-02-01 02:29 am (UTC)She heads over to the old piano and plays a few notes before turning back to Sam. "Is where I found our friend, here."
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Date: 2023-02-01 10:54 am (UTC)"What the fuck," is Dean's opinion. "Yeah, I know," Sam says. "Figure that means there's more around here somewhere, and it'd be a good idea to figure out why before anything goes wrong."
For a moment, mischief flickers in Dean's eyes as he turns to Waverly. "Sounds like your family's as interesting as ours."
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Date: 2023-02-01 01:55 pm (UTC)Which might be what Wynonna thinks, but she knows they're so much more.
She heads to the table where she'd worked out the poem earlier and picks up the note that had been left in the skull, then returns to hand it to Sam. Waverly, darling, it begins:
You are now the Keeper of the Bones.
Guard this and tell no one but the Blacksmith.
You're the only one I can trust.
Love, Uncle Curtis.
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Date: 2023-02-01 01:58 pm (UTC)"Any idea when he would have written this?"
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Date: 2023-02-01 02:06 pm (UTC)"He was the one who encouraged me to research, he paid for all of my online classes to learn dead languages. He knew as much about the curse as anyone, but even he didn't know who might be a revenant and who wasn't."
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Date: 2023-02-01 02:26 pm (UTC)"Look, we didn't have much of a chance to explain," he starts, a little defensive. "Waverly, I'll scan the piano and the skull, just in case. Set it on the top of the piano, there. Maybe you can bring Dean up to speed?"
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Date: 2023-02-01 02:47 pm (UTC)She sets the skull on top of the piano as requested and turns back to Dean. "Do you know anything about the Earp curse?"
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Date: 2023-02-01 03:00 pm (UTC)"You have seventy-seven revenants here?"
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Date: 2023-02-01 03:28 pm (UTC)"Four or five generations, I think. A long time to go through the cursed version of Groundhog Day." Sam gives the meter a final check and carries it over to the piano, where he starts with scanning the skull.
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Date: 2023-02-01 03:38 pm (UTC)That's as far as he gets before the EMF meter starts to wail, and Sam jerks back from the skull like it's burned him.
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Date: 2023-02-01 03:39 pm (UTC)"I knew there was something fishy about that skull!"
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Date: 2023-02-01 03:43 pm (UTC)"Better check the piano," his brother advises. "In case we need to burn it too."
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Date: 2023-02-01 04:26 pm (UTC)"If not here... they could be at the homestead. Although that wasn't the safest place to be for a long time."
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Date: 2023-02-01 04:29 pm (UTC)Sam busies himself with scanning the piano - no reaction - and begins quartering the room.
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Date: 2023-02-01 04:35 pm (UTC)She thinks of digging up the talisman; of being convinced to bury it in the first place. "The homestead's built on ammolite. The revenants can't come onto it."
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