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[cholesterol]

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DEAN WINCHESTER
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un: Robert Plant

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[jampony]

Not sure I'd fit the part, but the point is - my hair my head. Your hair, your head.

[Same head, sort of, but on different shoulders. Gesturing doesn't feel necessary.]

[cholesterol]

Maybe the city will recognize it. Maybe, for both of our sakes, we don't get into trouble to test our resemblance out.

( Chances are, Dean will get into trouble eventually, but he'd rather it be later. And he doesn't know or trust Alec. He can ask, anyway. )

[jampony]

I've stayed under the radar so far, it's been months. How long have you been here?

[cholesterol]

One month.

( Exactly.

Here, if you fulfill your quota and don't ruffle any feathers, radar won't catch you. )

Did you sign a contract?

[jampony]

Welcome to the show.

I did, actually, but she went missing or got sent home? I'm not really sure how it works. Better if it's the latter.

Now my time's started over.

[cholesterol]

Or got sent home? There isn't a way you can check? Know she isn't being held captive by Rubies?

( Say you did more due dilligence. )

[jampony]

Her stuff's gone, I've checked up on the network and it says she was sent back. That doesn't mean I trust anything from this place.

All signs point to the better alternative, but that doesn't mean I'm high on the percentage for certainty. There's no real way to follow up on that. If you find out a better way to do reconnaissance, be my guest.

Her name was Hermione.

[cholesterol]

( Alright, calm down. Now you're fucking with him. )

Granger?

[jampony]

Yeah. Actually. You know her?

[cholesterol]

Heard of her.

( Let's not get into fiction 101. )

If I get any better answers, I'll share them.

[jampony]

Thanks. In the meantime ... don't do anything I wouldn't do.

[cholesterol]

( He half smiles, wryly, points to the camera like 'Oh, you,' and shuts the feed off.

That was weird. But, he doesn't hate the guy. )