#son of a gunderson

[valhallavalgrace]

Leo, what has been your favorite “to-the-death” activity thus far? I feel there has to be a workshop-to-the-death somewhere in that hotel.

LEO: I think maybe Magnus was right about talking about the past… I’m not sure I’m ready to do that yet, but thinking about it and doing things that remind me of my old life, it feels like progress. prev ask (also about activities!)

[punkeropercyjackson]

Save me main friend groups from my original series',save me........

[the-smartaleck]

I rewatched the bird movie and my takeaway did not pertain to the birds.

(Tulio is the best character)

[chibi-pix]

Okay. Let's see. Where do I begin? I wanted A LOT OF STUFF. I wanted to revisit the concept of Reylond, a take for Coran's son that he deserves in VLD. I wanted Larmina as Altean in VLD. I wanted Larmina crushing on nerdy Pidge. And I didn't know what Pidge I wanted and then remembered this Olkari-looking one and thought that'd be so adorable. So. Here we are with all of that. And I am pleased. Whether or not Pidge has noticed, well... I don't think so. She's the dumbest genius around and I love that for her. But Reylond noticed. Also. Reylond being Coran's son (based on the GoLion name of Roland). Also imagining Larmina as Coran's niece instead of Allura's. It's the ginger hair. So, Relond as Larmina's cousin is absolutely perfect and adorable. You can bet he'll tease her.

Anyway! That's all for now. I hope y'all enjoy this! Until next time!

[littleroseprince]

Typing as a Fictionkin:

Nezha - Pink

Tang - Orange/Yellow

Macaque - Purple

Red Son - Red (Shocker, I know)

Shadow - White and Red

Bive - White and Yellow/Orange

Michael Mell - Red and Blue

Paintbrush - Red and Yellow/Orange

Paper - White, Red and Blue (not America reference 🦅🦅)

N - Blue (Don't ask)

Pidge - Green

Minus Pico - Green and White

[beautifulfaaces]

Tarun Keram

Facts

August 16, 1991

Canadian actor

Filmography

Steve [The Stand: 2020-2021]

Hansel [The Magicians: 2019]

Jasper [Life Sentence: 2018]

Manvir [Son of Surrey: 2015]

Will [Gunderson Hall: 2013]

Appearance

black hair

brown eyes

1.80m

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

[marmett]

i think the fallout fandom at large dont give the various groups of new vegas enough credit for what they have the potential to build in the anarchy ending. like, a lot of ppl like to focus on how they couldnt possibly find solutions to all the problems the mojave has unless they have the ncr/legion/house, but there are so many issues that the ncr and house created in the area that independent settlements are already finding their own solutions to. and just imagine how much they could get done w/o the ncr and house fucking around and making things worse.

like, westside developed an entire farming co-op! food supply issues are a major problem in the mojave. dr. hildern's idea is to raid a vault and use unstable scientific research to fix it, but westside is doing fine on their own. imagine what they could do when the ncr moves out and they can expand to take over their old fields too.

another food supply issue is w/ the early stage capitalism the ncr and mr house brought along, and the brahmin barons like heck gunderson who can fuck up the food supply chain on a whim. getting rid of ppl like that and returning to independent, community based farming would do massive good for the area, and it would possibly open up an opportunity for jacobstown to start trading w/ the rest of new vegas!

like yeah, they had issues w/ anti-mutant prejudices, but i feel like when relying on other communities becomes a necessity ppl will get over it. and westside is right there too, i dont think theyd have as big of a problem working w/ a super mutant community when mean son of a bitch is already a beloved member of their own community.

and yeah, security and protection would still be a huge problem, but westside again has shown that communities can take care of themselves! they had to deal w/ the fiends on their own bc mr. house and the ncr didnt rlly care abt them and left them to fend for themselves. novac also came up w/ their own solutions to protecting themselves w/ boone and manny. and maybe this is the optimist in me, but i think fixing supply issues will reduce the need for communities to protect themselves from other ppl.

anyway yeah. the communities in new vegas have SO much potential to build smth great. i love thinking abt it.

[vintagegoodytwoshoes]

Being an artist was overrated. Or at least that’s what he thought now that he had been reprogrammed. Before, he had been one of the brightest shining stars of the city’s street art scene. But that was before he got caught tagging a wall of Mr Gunderson’s shoe store.

Mr Gunderson was tired of this kind of element in the town. Messy hair, torn up jeans, cropped shirts. It was disrespectful and now here was a so-called artist disrespecting his property. He wouldn’t stand for it.

When the artist awoke in Mr Gunderson’s shoe store, he wanted to scream, but found himself gagged. In front of him, the traditional man laughed. His hair was lacquered just so, his face clean shaven. His clothes neatly pressed. A thick pair of hornrimmed glasses sat on his face.

“The problem with boys like you is that nobody raised them right,” he said to the artist. “But you’re my son now and I expect you to behave properly.”

The artist scoffed at this ludicrous statement but when Mr Gunderson stepped aside, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was shocked.

Mr Gunderson had drastically changed the artist’s appearance while he was unconscious. He had shaved the man’s prized beard, cut his hair to a well lacquered cut like his own, and put him in a starched short sleeve shirt, a well knotted tie, highwaisted slacks, white socks, and shined loafers. He looked like a goody two shoes.

“I know you don’t feel like this is your real life,” Mr Gunderson said as he reached into a drawer. “But you will.”

He pulled out a pair of hornrimmed glasses much like his own and approached the artist, slipping them on the now conformist man. At first, the artist wondered how these vintage glasses would make this feel more real, but then the artist stopped wondering.

Lights from within the glasses assailed his senses and he could feel his mind reeling. His memories of learning how to do graffiti came to forefront before being snuffed out.

He had never been an artist. No, he was Gilbert Gunderson, heir to the Gunderson Shoe Store and he had devoted his life to carrying on his father’s traditions. While other boys his age had rebelled, Gilbert has always wanted to be just like his dad: the same hair, the same conformist outfits, the same thick glasses, the same line of work.

And so Gilbert was untied and approached his position at the shoe shine station at his father’s store. He had served in this role for years, seriously shining the shoes of his father’s customers during the day and shining his father’s shoes at night. He didn’t need to be an artist, shoe shining was his art. And he was the best.

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 19 Group 94

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Blast: Nana Osaki, Yasu, Shin, Nobu

Perthro Fam: Magnus Chase, Alex Fierro, Samirah al-Abbas, Blitzen Freyason, Hearthstone Alderman, Mallory Keen, Halfborn Gunderson, Thomas Jefferson Jr

Submissions are still open!

Blast:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

Perthro Fam:

Oh my god these idiots…. I love them so much. Blitz and Hearth (basically married) go to this wish-fulfilling god who takes them into employment and orders them to watch this homeless kid Magnus who just lost his mom bc he’s the chosen one or whatever. They have to make sure he doesn’t die. Anyway they spend two years pretending to be homeless and watching over Magnus and eventually they become really close, until Magnus dies (oops) and it’s revealed to him in the afterlife that they’re been lying to him this whole time and Blitz is a dwarf and Hearth is an elf. Instead of going for the usual “you lied to me! I can’t trust you anymore!1!” Magnus just… accepts it, and they continue to aid him on shenanigans in the afterlife alongside the awesome Samirah. The four of them go on a (basically illegal) quest to like stop the world from ending and they get so close like they learn that Blitz’s dad died when he was young and he was like the only one who truly understood him until he met Hearth, Hearth reveals to them that he comes from an abusive home (but like so bad I nominated this guy for the worst dad tournament. He treated his son like shit for being death and blaimed his brother’s death on him made him pay the blood debt etc etc) and that Blitzen saved his life and then MAGNUS tells them that losing HIS mom was really traumatic for him, especially since he fled the scene and was considered a suspect for her death, and we learn that Samirah has been bullied her whole life for being Muslim and because her mom (also dead) wasn’t married. Anyway Hearth is learning magic or whatever and his rune of choice is the perthro (hence the name) which signifies an empty cup, or hollowing oneself out to be filled with happiness and near the end Magnus calls them all his family of empty cups… it’s very emotional and I go batshit every time I read it. I am so sorry for making you read this

most of them are undead and are all chaotically aligned

[in-memoriam-tgwk]

I feel like the song Notos by the Oh Hello fits the Colony as a whole (Ghosts That We Knew by Mumford and Sons is a given I feel) l, David by Noah Gunderson might be an Almondlight song. Judging Books by Their Covers by Keaton Henson for Glowstar. Just wanted to toss songs at ya for fun!

your mind anon 😭😭😭 im so glad you clocked where half the name came from lmao the other half is from in memoriam by the oh hellos!

definitely gonna give these a listen! i love inspiration tracks!

[undeadcourier]

openly attacked and killed heck gunderson and no one reacted. not his son, not his bodyguard, none of the white glove society. ordinarily, at least according to the wiki, returning ted and then killing heck will cause the white glove society to shun you and heck's (former?) bodyguard will help you fight them.

[chibi-pix]

I had AU thoughts. Technopath Katie in VF. But what if instead of a baby, Sven’s son (who part of the fandom calls Erik) is like seven or eight years old? And thoroughly infected with hagarium? Well, using @edorazzi’s concept for the little guy as inspiration, I decided to draw Erik and Katie stuck in a situation. And with ideas that Katie’s shocky glowy technopath abilities are more like Vince’s than she originally thought, things don’t go well when these two are stuck together and her energy accidentally hurts poor Erik with his hagarium. At least for affection, he can hug Kosmo without worries; too close to the hagarium just keeps Kosmo from being able to teleport. 

I am thoroughly thrilled with this piece. I simultaneously love and hate winter shots to draw because of shades and colour, but I think I made it work. I am glad that @rubymoon-snape suggested the Kosmo’s fur trimmed coat for Katie to help set me on the path to a more wintery setting. While I hate trying to colour the scene, I love how this one turned out. 

Anyway, I hope y’all enjoyed this one! Until next time!

[midnight-light]

More Pokemon Violet and Scarlet Chars!

I'm back with more character talk for Pokemon Violet! This time I have now offically finished all the main storylines so I have all the context now. Rika

Alright~! I'll be doing Rika first since she was specifically requested. She was another character whom I wont lie, I mistook her gender at first until I read the pronouns, I legit thought she was either a dude or perhaps nonbinary? But tbh I love Rika and her personality. She gives me like; "Cool older sister" vibes, particularly due to her interactions with a certain steel-type user. (I would ALSO like to know where she got those earrings cause I'd love a pair of those, this is coming from someone who doesn't wear jewelry, like, ever.) I would honestly love to have her as an older sister, or a girlfriend, cause she also gave me a BI panic. Just not as extreme as the one Grusha gave me. Turo

I literally just finished the main storyline not even five minutes ago as I'm writing this, so I HAVE to do this man cause I have THOUGHTS on his ass! (BIG SPOILERS FOR THE MAIN STORYLINE ENDING AHEAD. DO NOT READ PAST HERE IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS) I'm going to talk about the AI Professor Tur and the real Professor Turo as separate entities. Starting with the real Professor Turo, this man from what we are told about him... he's well...interesting. I personally have mixed feelings towards him, on one hand, I get the impression he was a little too invested in his little time machine project and didn't spend enough time with this son Arven, but on another hand he was definitely a clever man and the AI's last message to Arven about his dad is enough to soften my impression, but not enough to exonerate him, at least in my eyes. the AI Turo is quite interesting, to me it seems that he's choosing to, with the help of the other four, shut down the time machine of it's own volition, judging by the security protocols that you as the main character have to fight through, I don't think the real Turo would have shut the machine down. It wanted to explore the world but could not due to needing to stay near the time machine to stay functioning. I find the thought of the AI Turo having it's own adventure in the future quite interesting to think about too. Penny

Penny, my GIRL! I absolutely love Penny to BITS! I relate to penny quite a bit as a character, I myself used to be a victim of bullying and know what it's like. Her conversations with Arven in specific as you travel through area Zero are extremely amusing, as well as her reactions in general to Nemona's energy. (Her entire team of eeveelutions definitely didn't make me like her more at ALL~) Honestly I want that backpack of hers SO bad. It's so cute and I love eevee! She somewhat reminds me of Pidge Gunderson from Voltron Legendary Defender. However I think Penny is a litttle bit more socially awkward than Pidge is.

Brassius

Oh my dear god where do I start with this man??? He is lil bit extra and I love him! His entrance actually scared the shite out of me ngl, did not expect him to pop up on the fucking windmill. Also I'm saying it now, I saw his lovely vine whip that's secured around his waist and the first word out of my mouth was, "Kinky!" no lie. I definitely see him as a bit of a theatre kid mixed in with his artist kid. I also reallllly wanna poke the pointy bits in his hair, even if it might cut me. (I wont lie though he was super easy for me as a gym leader cause by the time I got to his gym I was extremely over leveled.) Alright! Another four down! I can do more if anyone wants em~! Specific requests are also welcome!

[fnvminorcharacterpoll]

FNV Minor Character Poll - Round 2-B, Day 4

Left: Big Beard & Little Beard, guns for hire at the Atomic Wrangler. —Little Beard: "Just talk to big beard next to me, pal. Whoever's got the biggest whiskers does the talking."

Right: Heck & Ted Gunderson, a brahmin baron from California and his son, visiting the White Glove Society at the Ultra-Luxe. —Ted Gunderson: "Listen, Pa, we got to go after the White Shoes or whatever they're called. They're the ones responsible."

Designated cheerleaders were not available for this match-up.

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[bad-baddreams]

amidst the chaos that is the investigation of the ultra-luxe for any sign of heck gunderson's son, courier six experiences the meet-ugly to ever. from the perspective of the original male character.

note: technically chester is an oc for vbros so this is an au for him; but i just wanted to explore what it'd be like if i transplanted him to fnv and he crossed paths with my courier.

[deancodedinthewater]

Route 666 Part 1

The Road so Far

“Saving people. Hunting things. It’s our family business.”

-

Dean rubbed at his face. “Look,” he said. “I told you I was out of action for surgery.” Sam nodded. “I had top surgery.”

-

“This is John Winchester,” said their Dad’s recorded voice. “I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my- call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.”

-

"Dad's on a hunting trip," Dean said. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

-

“You’re Daniel Gunderson,” he said, leaning his back against the bar and smiling a flirty smile. “You’re a cop, right?”

-

For a moment, Sam was rendered silent and Dean could almost feel the glare being sent his way. Then Sam had the wonderful job of explaining. “I’m not gay. Dean- Dean is bisexual but it’s not like that!” His panicked words weren’t making as much sense as he thought they were and Dean laughed again as he heard him yell “We’re brothers!”

-

“Andrea Barr,” she responded, shaking his hand. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Dean repeated. The flirty smile on his face was instinctual.

-

“Do not rush a man on his period, Sammy.” Dean rolled his shoulders back as he rubbed a hand over his abdomen. “I ran out of T and haven’t had a chance to get more,” he explained when he saw Sam’s raised eyebrows.

-

“Scotty, you’ve got a smile that lights up a room, anybody tell you that?” Scotty frowned at him. Dean chuckled awkwardly. So, flirting his way into the information he needed wasn’t going to work.

-

Sam stared at her. He couldn’t believe how similar her story was to his own. Well, minus the boys and plus some monsters. Although given their dad’s reaction to Dean’s bisexuality, Sam could guess if he was into boys it would be a somewhat worse situation.

-

Sat in their motel room on his own, Dean pulled out their Dad’s journal and a pen. Starting at the very beginning he scribbled out the last -na of his name and corrected all the gendered language. Shes became hes. Girls became boys. He meticulously changed everything in it until he could look at it without his deadname being all over it. The door opened. He slammed the journal shut and almost threw it across the room.

-

Dean turned, unashamedly checking her out as he did. “Maybe he does,” he said, attempting a flirtatious smile and hoping it didn’t just make him look more dead. “I think you just turned me around on the subject.”

-

“We’re your fraternity brothers. From Ohio.” They still looked confused so Dean kept talking. “We’re new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay.” Dean gave them a grin, halfway to flirting.

-

The shotgun dropped into the trunk and Sam slammed it closed. “We got work to do,” he said. Dean would have answered him but the words dried in his throat.

NOW

“The weather is unseasonably cold with lows of-” The radio crackled with static for a moment before dying. Martin frowned at it. He turned the dial to try and get the station back but nothing happened. He tried turning it off and on again but that didn’t work either. The growling of a large engine made him look up and into his rearview mirror.

A large black truck was swiftly approaching. “What the-” Martin said as he hit the gas to try and keep some space between them. The truck didn’t back down. Martin jerked forwards in his seat as the truck slammed into his rear bumper. It rear ended him again and then-

The radio burst back to life, still on the news. The anchor was saying something about politics but he wasn’t really paying attention. The truck was nowhere to be seen but Martin didn’t relax. He kept driving but more cautiously. One eye on his rear view mirror.

Blindingly bright headlights shone through his windscreen and Martin’s foot slammed on the break. His car skidded to a halt. He squinted into the beams and could just about make out the shape of that same truck. Martin got his car in reverse as fast as he could and backed up, doing the fastest three point turn of his life. The truck seemed to wait. Its engine revved.

Now facing the way he had come, Martin pushed his foot into the floor, despite the icy conditions, and tried to get away. The truck’s engine revved again. He was gaining ground. His tyre’s still had purchase on the slippery surface. The truck shot forwards. It hit Martin’s trunk with force. Martin fought for control as his wheels slipped on the ice. The truck smacked his back end again and he lost control, skidding from the road and into a cemetery. The car hit a tombstone and flipped. Martin screamed inside as the car bounced and rolled. His screams died suddenly as the car skidded to a stop against a tree.

The truck’s bright headlights illuminated the scene. It revved its engine one last time and then faded into nothingness.

-

Sam had their map laid out on the hood of the Impala. He studied it intently. Construction work always got in their way, with how often they were driving across America. Dean had rounded the car when his phone rang and was still on it now. Sam frowned at him but didn’t question it. His brother got phone calls from people sometimes. Usually from old cases or the night before. Sam wondered what this one was.

“Okay,” he said as Dean came back to the hood, phone still to his ear. “I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought.”

Dean lowered his phone with a face. Sam knew that face. That was his ‘change of plans’ face. Though with the ways Dean changed plans that didn’t answer whether it was the guy he’d found at the bar last night or something else. “Yeah,” he said. “Problem is; we’re not going to Pennsylvania.”

Hunch confirmed, Sam sighed. “Where are we going then?”

“I just got a call from an- an old friend,” Dean explained. “Her father was killed last night. Think it might be our kind of thing.”

“What?”

“Believe me,” Dean said and he got this angry look about him that made Sam question if this person was actually a friend or some kind of enemy. “She never woulda called, never, if she didn’t need us.” Dean rounded the car and opened the driver’s door. “Come on, are you coming or not?”

Sam got in the car. He gave Dean his space for a little while, after he explained what exactly they were driving to, but his curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask. “By old friend you mean-?”

“A friend that isn’t new.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. Dean always got this way when he didn’t want to share things but what kind of little brother would Sam be if he didn’t push to know anyway?” “So her name’s Cassie huh? You never mentioned her.”

“Didn’t I?” Sam just stared at him expectantly and eventually he caved. “Fine. Yeah, we went out.”

Sam’s stare turned from expectant to surprised. “You mean you dated somebody?” he asked in utter disbelief. “For more than one night?”

“Am I speaking a language you’re not getting here?” Dean asked and Sam snapped his hanging jaw shut. “Dad and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing up college. We went out for a couple weeks.”

“And...?” Dean just shrugged in response. “Look, it’s terrible about her dad but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I’m not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which, by the way, how does she know what we do?” Dean shifted in his seat and refused to meet Sam’s searching gaze and that told Sam all he needed to know. “You told her! You told her. The secret.” Sam wasn’t sure how to feel about this and he found himself ranting. “Our big family rule number one. We do what we do and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a coupla times and you tell her everything?” Okay, so maybe he was pissed about it.

Dean was still refusing to look at him.

“Dean!”

“Yeah,” he finally said. “Looks like.” Dean kept his eyes on the road and put his foot down. Sam just glared at him, shaking his head.

-

Cassie was pissed and Jimmy was not helping. “It’s a newspaper we put out,” Jimmy told her. “Not a bulletin for the Mayor’s office.”

“Get off your soap box, Jimmy,” the mayor replied. Cassie tried to hold her tongue as a white man told her what to do but she couldn’t do it. “I’m urging a little discretion is all.”

“No,” Cassie said, resisting the urge to stamp her foot. “I think you’re telling us what you want us to print and what you want us to sit on.”

“I know you’re upset, Cassie,” the mayor said, turning to her and holding his hands up as if to calm a startled horse. “I liked your dad a lot. But I think your grief is clouding your judgement.”

“Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road,” Jimmy cut in. “In the same way in two weeks.”

“Jimmy, you’re too close to this,” the mayor told him. “Those guys were friends of yours. Again, Cassie, I’m very sorry for your loss.” With that said, he left and Cassie watched him go. Jimmy sighed and moved on but Cassie wasn’t paying attention any more because standing in the doorway with a stupid grin on his nodding face was-

“Dean.”

“Hey Cassie,” he said and her heart soared just from hearing that name out of his mouth. She smiled at him and for a moment all they did was stare at each other.

Dean cleared his throat and broke the moment. “This is my brother,” Dean said, waving at the tall man standing next to him. “Sam.” Cassie smiled at him in greeting and got a smile in return. “Sorry about your dad.”

“Yeah,” Cassie said, still not sure how she was supposed to answer that. “Me too.” Cassie couldn’t help it, her eyes caught and held Dean’s gaze. He was just the same as she remembered but also somehow better. He looked more comfortable in his skin. He was no longer hunching his shoulders. She hoped that his thoughts were going somewhere similar. She hoped she looked more at home in her own body than she did when they met.

-

Dean followed Cassie back to her parents house. The house is decently sized. Her parents were probably wealthy, though Dean could hardly tell you what the housing market was like. She ushered them inside without preamble and the interior absolutely showed how wealthy they are. Dean is suddenly very self conscious of his ripped jeans and third hand jacket.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Cassie said as she shrugged off her jacket and disappeared into the kitchen, waving her hand towards some sofas. Dean shared a look with Sam and could tell he was thinking along the same lines he was. They settled themselves down on one of the sofas that probably cost about as much as Dean hustled in a week.

When Cassie came back in she was carrying a tea tray (pot, cups and all the accompanying tea things that Dean had no idea what they all were). She set the tray down on the coffee table. “My mother’s in pretty bad shape,” she said as she set the cups out. “I’ve been staying with her. I wish she wouldn’t go off by herself. She’s been so nervous and frightened. She was worried. About dad.”

“Why?” Dean asked, fiddling with a loose strand in his jeans.

“He was scared,” Cassie said as she started to pour tea into the cups. “He was seeing things.”

“Like what?” Dean’s fingers dropped and he leant forwards, interest piqued.

Cassie paused and glanced up from her teapot. “He swore he saw an awful looking black truck following him.”

“A truck,” Sam said and Dean could hear the scepticism in his voice. Sam really didn’t believe there was a case here. But that was nothing new these days. “Who was the driver?”

Before she spoke, Cassie set the teapot down. She passed Dean a cup of tea and then Sam. “Thanks,” Sam said when Cassie handed him his.

“He didn’t talk about a driver,” she explained as she settled into an armchair with her own cup. Dean sipped his own and grimaced. He reached for a bowl of sugar cubes on the tray and dropped a couple into his cup. When he took another sip he decided that tea, even with sugar, wasn’t for him. He set it on the side table. 

“Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear.” Cassie paused. She held her cup to her mouth between two hands but didn’t drink. “And, in the accident, Dad’s car was dented. Like it had been slammed into by something big.”

“You’re sure this dent wasn’t there before?” Sam asked.

Cassie nodded. “He sold cars,” she replied. “Always drove a new one. There wasn’t a scratch on that thing.” She sipped on her tea. “It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere, where it wasn’t already frozen over. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad’s car... leading to the edge, where he went over.” Cassie bowed her head, cradling her teacup close. “One set of tracks. His.”

Dean knew Sam would need more convincing than that. Disappearing truck and a lack of tracks at the crash sight weren’t enough for him. “The first was a friend of your fathers?” Dean asked.

“Best friend,” Cassie confirmed, looking up again. “Clayton Soames, they owned the car dealership together. Same thing: dent and no tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He ‘lost control of his car’.”

“Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?” Dean asked.

“No.”

“And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?” Sam asked.

“When you say it aloud like that...” Cassie trailed off. She set her cup down on a side table and then folded her legs up under her. “Listen, I’m a little sceptical about this... ghost stuff... or whatever you guys are into.”

“Sceptical?” Dean asked with a huff. He crossed his arms and glared at Cassie. “If I remember, I think you said I was nuts.”

“That was then,” she said and she sounded genuinely apologetic. Or, at least, Dean thought she did. He could read a person pretty well for a case but when it came to personal stuff? He was almost useless. He stared at her as he tried to work it out, not entirely realising they had locked eyes once again.

Cassie broke it. She dropped her head again. “I just know that I can’t explain what happened up there,” she told her lap. “So I called you.”

The front door opened and a woman, who Dean had to assume was Cassie’s mom entered. They all stood. Cassie moved towards her and took her arm.

“Mom,” she said, confirming Dean’s assumption. “Where have you been, I was so-”

Her mom cut her off. “I had no idea you’d invited friends over,” she said.

“Mom, this is Dean, a.... Friend of mine from.... College,” she introduced in a totally not awkward way. “And his brother, Sam.”

“Well, I won’t interrupt you,” Cassie’s mom said as she turned to leave the room.

“Mrs Robinson,” Dean said before she got to the door. “We’re sorry for your loss. We’d like to talk to you for a moment, if you don’t mind?”

She seemed offended by the question, which was both understanding and a little annoying. Questions were the best way to find out about cases. “I’m not really up for that right now,” she said as she left the room. Dean exchanged looks with Cassie and Sam.

-

Out on that same stretch of road, Jimmy lay slumped across his steering wheel. His car knocked off the road in a field. On the road an engine revved as that same black truck backed up and disappeared.

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