Look, I'll do my best, but this kinda shit is finicky. There are rules you can make work for you, but you have to know what loopholes to watch out for.
Tell me what you know. Be as specific as you can. This shit is in the details.
[Dean is already moving things around on his desk, pulling a mostly empty notebook closer, rooting out his hunting journal and a pen. A lot of it is in his head, but his father trained his son well.]
About demon marks? I don't know what they look like. Something black, I think, though. They're kind of like parasites, I guess. But they're how demons first come into our world. They just make the person stronger at first. Well, make their powers stronger. Eventually, they change you, though. Make you want to hurt people and stuff. And when they're strong enough, they rip their way out of you. Only way to get rid of them is to transfer them to someone with stronger powers or to take a second demon mark. But that way would kill you. And once they rip out of you, they can possess people or make themselves become someone and replace them.
[Completely new territory for Dean, then; he's never heard of that in his own universe.]
Keep talking. Everything ya got. [He leaves his communicator on the desk when he pushes up and moves to the bookshelf against the back wall of his cabin.]
They like making people hurt. When I got possessed, she possessed Charise, too, just because she was my girlfriend. When Joanne looked in my mind for my memories of the demon, she ended up in her mind somehow.
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Look, I'll do my best, but this kinda shit is finicky. There are rules you can make work for you, but you have to know what loopholes to watch out for.
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Thanks, Dean. I'd rather not end up killing chunks of whatever planet I end up living on if one shows up. That tends to wake them up pissed.
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Tell me what you know. Be as specific as you can. This shit is in the details.
[Dean is already moving things around on his desk, pulling a mostly empty notebook closer, rooting out his hunting journal and a pen. A lot of it is in his head, but his father trained his son well.]
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[Completely new territory for Dean, then; he's never heard of that in his own universe.]
Keep talking. Everything ya got. [He leaves his communicator on the desk when he pushes up and moves to the bookshelf against the back wall of his cabin.]
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Wait... they can possess more than one person at a time? Or was she just controlling Charise?
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