( While Dean doesn't do public speaking, he's used to being the loudest voice in the room. But, he can also play nicely with others, listen and have what he learns inform his decisions. He's evolved, guys.
He gets up from one of the seats, probably near Claire and Castiel, before taking his place up front.
He'd go through being a hunter, what he did before, angels - etc. But, this is more about what people find. It's like a freaking video game walkthrough. Lotta' information. Lot to keep track of. Lucky for Dean, he hasn't discovered all that much. )
So - uh, ( He clears his throat. ) I don't have much. One thing I do have, there're films - reels of films in the theatre. And there's a projector. It works. Recognizable titles, and not. Nothing past the 1990's. I found one, it didn't have a title, it had this symbol. A spiral. I loaded it up and watched with Constantine. When I woke up in this squeaky clean, haunted model home, one of the pictures hanging - it was a frame of that reel. And, me and Cas - angel in the trench coat - we both had the same mark on our hands. On the back. ( He holds his hand up. ) It's gone now.
The film, it showed these men or people walking through the forest, up to this house. 70's fashion. In the model house, there was an identical picture, but it looked like it was decades earlier.
I uh - don't know what any of this is, like you. I have experience with augmented realities. Fake ones. Either, I was dosed with something and I believed I lived another life, or, I was taught a lesson and didn't even know who I was. Also, this archangel dick trapped me and my brother twice. Once, reliving the same day - only he remembers that if - if you have more questions. That's - Sam, the guy who shops at Big and Tall over there. And uh, another time he trapped us in these TV show knock-offs. Both times, he manipulated reality. It could explain the food replenishing, the randomness of what we can and can't do. Things reappearing. But, I don't know.
Where I come from, witches, demons, angels, anything you thought was just fiction, it's real. And it doesn't just go bump in the night, it friggin' kills. 'Far as I know, the natural elements can kill us. And not picking up the phone when it rings. And, sometimes, we don't stay dead.
( He smirks to himself. )
You can ask me about that some time. Anyway, this whole place, it reminds me of a big puzzle. Like one of those 90's platform games. Point and click. There're enough dead ends.
Anyway, uh, name's Dean Winchester if anybody has any questions. Or, uh, wants a crash course in all things supernatural. Honest, I don't uh, know if our rules apply here. But, keep salt nearby. And iron. Iron will knock a ghost to Timbuktu. Temporarily. Maybe. If nothing I say holds water, then...
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He gets up from one of the seats, probably near Claire and Castiel, before taking his place up front.
He'd go through being a hunter, what he did before, angels - etc. But, this is more about what people find. It's like a freaking video game walkthrough. Lotta' information. Lot to keep track of. Lucky for Dean, he hasn't discovered all that much. )
So - uh, ( He clears his throat. ) I don't have much. One thing I do have, there're films - reels of films in the theatre. And there's a projector. It works. Recognizable titles, and not. Nothing past the 1990's. I found one, it didn't have a title, it had this symbol. A spiral. I loaded it up and watched with Constantine. When I woke up in this squeaky clean, haunted model home, one of the pictures hanging - it was a frame of that reel. And, me and Cas - angel in the trench coat - we both had the same mark on our hands. On the back. ( He holds his hand up. ) It's gone now.
The film, it showed these men or people walking through the forest, up to this house. 70's fashion. In the model house, there was an identical picture, but it looked like it was decades earlier.
I uh - don't know what any of this is, like you. I have experience with augmented realities. Fake ones. Either, I was dosed with something and I believed I lived another life, or, I was taught a lesson and didn't even know who I was. Also, this archangel dick trapped me and my brother twice. Once, reliving the same day - only he remembers that if - if you have more questions. That's - Sam, the guy who shops at Big and Tall over there. And uh, another time he trapped us in these TV show knock-offs. Both times, he manipulated reality. It could explain the food replenishing, the randomness of what we can and can't do. Things reappearing. But, I don't know.
Where I come from, witches, demons, angels, anything you thought was just fiction, it's real. And it doesn't just go bump in the night, it friggin' kills. 'Far as I know, the natural elements can kill us. And not picking up the phone when it rings. And, sometimes, we don't stay dead.
( He smirks to himself. )
You can ask me about that some time. Anyway, this whole place, it reminds me of a big puzzle. Like one of those 90's platform games. Point and click. There're enough dead ends.
Anyway, uh, name's Dean Winchester if anybody has any questions. Or, uh, wants a crash course in all things supernatural. Honest, I don't uh, know if our rules apply here. But, keep salt nearby. And iron. Iron will knock a ghost to Timbuktu. Temporarily. Maybe. If nothing I say holds water, then...
( He gestures, bringing his hands up. )