kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

[upstairsbrain]

CHARACTERS: Sam Winchester and Heather Mason.
LOCATION: Sam's room.
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Demon lessons!

[ This was something that was overdue. Sam had sent a message to Heather, and they'd finally made plans to go over demon-hunting protocol. So, the younger Winchester is standing in his room, hands stuck in his pockets, waiting patiently for her to show. As much as he liked to keep people out of the hunting business, this was more a matter of protection. Self-preservation. If the demons had made it to the ship, then they could be back again. ]

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did you just pink floyd me oh my god yes

[sweetmotherofgod]

[ She's running a little late, because seriously. What do you even bring to learning-about-demons school? And open mind, presumably, but does she haul along the massive stack of notes she's been making since she arrived in case somebody needs them? Some kind of possession resumé? Whatever. She'd settled on pen and paper - if he needed to see any of the cult stuff, she could (regrettably) just draw it from memory. So when she arrives, she's a little flustered.

Well, that and telling people this stuff has, so far, not gone well for anybody involved. But it's important, so here she is. Knocking.]

jdgpdhsgs YES, yes, I did.

[upstairsbrain]

[ Yeah, don't worry. Sam's not especially used to handing this knowledge over to people, either. Usually, he'd prefer the opposite, keeping people safe himself, while also keeping them from the dark truths of the world. But, Heather had wanted to know, and... circumstances were what they were.

He moves to the door, tugging it open, and smiles a grim smile. ]

Hey. Come on in.

[ And he moves aside. ]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[ She does, taking in the look on his face with a raised eyebrow. ]

Jeez, I'm having fun already.

[ Okay rude, the guy has volunteered to teach her stuff she really needs to know - if only to avoid any more close calls with Certain People who still might think she's carting a demon around - and she's sassing him. So she offers a smile of her own and it's less grim. A little. ]

S'pose fun's not really the point though, huh?

[upstairsbrain]

Sorry. [ He says quickly, and there's a cracked grin as she enters. ]

... Yeah, I'd say it'd be pretty sadistic if you thought so. But, hey.

[ Just because he doesn't like doing demon stuff... well, no judgment here. ]

So, uh. [ Right. ] Okay, I've got some stuff here for you.

[ Sam swipes up a few papers off a nearby surface, and holds them out for her. ]

The one on top, the symbol-- that's a Devil's Trap. If a demon, or demon-possessed person, I guess, is stuck under on on one of those, they can't escape unless the seal's broken. I've seen demons break it themselves, before... the more powerful ones have pulled it off. But, it's a safe bet, to keep 'em contained.

[ AKA, that's a good starting point. ]

And, if you've got the symbol somewhere on your person-- [ He tugs down his collar, slightly, so she can see the points of the symbol tattooed on his chest. ] Then you can't be possessed.

[sweetmotherofgod]

[ Okay, so he's straight to business. That's actually awesome, because this stuff is so not her favorite subject right now. She taps the drawing with a fingertip, nodding. ]

I was in one of these. Guess she wasn't all that tough after all.

[ Which is a terrifying thought, because that means they get worse. She tries not to let that show all over her face when she looks at the version of the symbol on Sam. ]

Does it have to be a tattoo? Not that I mind, I just don't think the ship's stolen a tattoo artist yet and I don't know if there's anyone here I'd trust to do it prison-style and not mess it up.

[upstairsbrain]

You were-- [ He cuts short, casting her a concerned look. Sam doesn't pursue the question; he only began it out of surprise, really, and figures she wouldn't want to discuss the details. No one likes the details. ]

No, it could be a charm. Something like that. [ He shrugs slightly, shifting the drawing aside. ] We could probably make one, somehow.

[ The second paper has words written on it: a fair amount. ]

This is for exorcisms. Sends the demons back to Hell. They'll either attack you, or spirit out of their bodies if you start it up, so it's best to have them in a trap before trying. It takes a while.

[ He's had it memorized for a long time, but that doesn't really cut down the time it takes to perform it. ]

[sweetmotherofgod]

[ Good call, Sam. The details are gross.

But wow, that's a lot of Latin. She frowns. ]

Okay, two questions. First, how important is pronunciation? And has anyone ever successfully used this on themselves?

[upstairsbrain]

Well... practice makes perfect, right? [ Says the kid who went to Stanford. ] I mean, you do your best, and... if you need more time to say words over, I think it still counts.

[ He actually does smile this time, but the second question... ah. ]

No. When you're possessed, you can barely think your own thoughts, let alone move your body. But, I've seen someone before who was able to take control for a second, long enough to use a demon-killing weapon on himself. It shook off the demon, and he lived, but... well, it's easier if there's someone there to exorcize it out of you, to be honest.

[sweetmotherofgod]

So this only works on those guys, huh? Bummer.

[Her tone isn't quite as flip as she's trying to imply with those words, because that actually is kind of disappointing. Still, any knowledge is better than what she's got at the moment, and it can't hurt to be prepared. She does cock an eyebrow at his elaboration, though.]

That's... kinda badass. Demon-killing weapon? Those exist?

[upstairsbrain]

Yeah. But, everything has a weakness. I know we're just talking demons right now, but... later, if you wanted, there's a lot else. Ghosts, monsters, angels, you name it.

[ Best to be on the defensive, when anything could show up on the ship. ]

Uh-- mm, yeah. There's only a few things I know of that can kill them, though. A specialized knife, the bullets from a specific gun, things like that.

aslkfjh latest ever sorry!

[sweetmotherofgod]

Man, and I thought I came from somewhere messed up. Well, I never was a girl scout but it can't hurt to be prepared, I guess.

[ and for a moment she stops frowning at the papers and frowns at Sam, instead. ]

So this is what you did? Back home?

It's all good! <3

[upstairsbrain]

Definitely can't hurt. I'd say the opposite.

[ brb rifling though some of the papers ]

Yeah. Back there, it's called 'hunting.' And it's something I tried to run from... for a long time. But, once a hunter...

[ He trails off, knitting his brows, staring determinedly at the papers. Heather might notice the hard look of regret. ]