Dean cleared his throat, going over to his duffle bag and pulling out some of the supplies they were going to need. Fingering a piece of chalk, he walked toward the center of the room and began drawing sigils. Without looking up, he answered Lois'. "We're specialists. Here to help. Sammy, get the rest of that mix together."
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Date: 2010-10-21 01:08 am (UTC)