[ yeah, so clarisse has been meaning to talk to dean for quite a while since the whole death thing, she just... hasn't really gotten around to it until now. the last event really threw her for a loop and she's just been kind of ignoring everything and everyone. but she needs to talk to dean, so... now's as good a time as any. ]
[ ah, clarisse. in similar fashion, dean's meant to contact both her and jesse about their respective murders, but after the even where he'd turned into a demon, had ganked john fucking blake of all people-- well, dean hasn't exactly felt like hunting down murderers. at least, not for his own sake.
[ it's probably a good thing clarisse doesn't know about the blake thing. it's hard enough staying impartial when she talks to adam more than she's had the chance to talk to dean. there's a lot of complicated shit there that isn't really any of her business, and that's not why she's calling, anyway. dean and adam's relationship isn't her problem. ]
I'm sure you're aware of what went down in May, which, you know, puts us in a similar boat. [ the same boat, as far as she's concerned, but she still doesn't have any solid proof. ] Probably shouldn't be having this conversation over the phone, though. Can we meet in person?
Right, yeah. Where do you wanna meet? [ as in, what's comfortable for her? 'cause now that he thinks about it, he hasn't really seen her around a whole lot since her death... ]
[ it's a little bit frustrating that he asks. blake had done the same thing when he'd gotten in contact with her. she gets that they're just trying to ensure that she's comfortable, but she'd thrown herself into the lion's den just to try and get answers. where isn't really the issue. ]
Edge of the woods. [ despite the fact that peter pan lives there and she doesn't trust him when it comes to eavesdropping on sensitive information, the woods are the closest thing she's got to home. ] We'll go from there.
[ as promised, she'll be at the edge of the woods, arms folded, not quite pacing but still antsy enough to be shifting her weight every few seconds. ]
Works for me. See you in a bit. [ after that he disconnects. it takes him a bit to gather the necessary -- always armed, always geared up in case anything happens, and then he's out the door. dean had spent his own time out here, when a more reflective mood hits. it's good a spot-- though granted dean knows nothing about peter pan.
either way, she's easy enough to spot as dean makes hi way to her. the antsy pacing isn't lost on him. ]
Hey, Clarisse. Gonna wear the grass away with all that circling.
[ she finally stops moving when she hears dean's voice, almost relieved that he's here so she's not just standing around looking like an idiot. she's still a little on edge because she hasn't exactly talked to anyone ... involved in all of this, so she has no idea how this conversation is going to go. ]
Hey. [ she's totally cool, though, totally cool. she clears her throat and nods behind her. ] This way.
[ she's not one for small talk, so she doesn't say much else until they're in the clearing she usually beats up trees in. most of the trunks are damaged, sporting scars from swords, axes, guns, knives ... pretty much any weapon you can hit a tree with, she's done it.
there's a log nearby they could sit on, but she'll still too antsy to stop moving for too long. she needs something to do with her hands, so she pulls out a switchblade from her pocket and idly begins to flick it open and closed while she talks. ]
[ dean looks at her calmly for a breath, almost tempted to offer they sit down but... she's not looking too good for that right now. instead, he just focuses on her question, and begins with a sigh. ]
About our situation? Not a whole lot. [ and he hates to even admit as much. ] They're human, ain't new to this whole murdering gig.... and for some reason found a common thread between me, you, and that Jesse kid. [ a reason to kill them. ] I ain't no cop, but there's gotta be something specific about us three he doesn't dig.
[ a moment of silence passes. ]
Or maybe he's just bored. Either way, I didn't see anything. When it happened. Dude came from behind and it was lights out before... well, before much could happen on my end.
[ she actually stops moving when dean is done talking, takes a deep breath, and stares him straight in the eyes. she could tell him that's how it happened for her, too, or she could just tell him upfront who did it. ]
It's Hannibal Lecter. [ and from the way she says it, so determined, so serious, she's not just fucking with him, and she's certainly not crazy. there are two of them in wonderland, but so far only one of them has done any murdering. ] I didn't see him, exactly, not before he killed me — a friend of mine [ for lack of a better term, anyway; she wouldn't exactly call her and nico friends, but "cousin" sounds too weird in this case, even if they are talking about a cannibalistic serial killer ] he can sense these things. Last time I saw him ... he told me. I already had my suspicions, but ... believe me, Nico's word is confirmation enough for me.
[ it's funny how the answer just fall onto his lap so easily after months of not knowing. ]
Wait-- Hannibal? Smug dude who denied being a cannibal-- [ dean had no confirmation, but it makes sense so suddenly, that he wonder how stupid he really is. It all clicks, and not only because hannibal is... well hannibal.
he's closer in a heartbeat then, like that'll somehow lead to them hunting the fucker down faster. ]
You-- have you told anyone else? Why isn't he-- why haven't we fuckin' killed him then? [ why has he been walking around free all this time? ]
[ yeah, denied being a cannibal so people would get off his ass about actually being a cannibal. clarisse never bought it for a second.
she shakes her head in response and almost wants to tell dean to calm down, but him getting worked up is only getting her worked up and she's trying to keep her cool here. weird how it should probably be the other way around. ]
No, just you. I only found out for sure a few days ago. No one else needs to know. Not right now. But — [ she frowns then, because as much as she wants to get all gung-ho about this, this is still wonderland. ] Even if we do kill him — and I want to — he'll just come back. Where's the satisfaction in killing someone who won't stay dead?
[ dean ends up running a hand aggressively through his hair, looking the very part of someone ready to bolt and murder. but he doesn't, and instead just grinds out annoyed words. ]
I don't know, right now it just feels like a damn great idea. [ but dean knows for a fact that, yeah, it won't solve anything. hannibal is most likely going to just come after people harder if he kicks it, and then everyone is even less safe than right now. ]
We have to do something, though. That freak bein' out there with his dumb smug face, just-- it ain't right.
[ clarisse is only barely managing to keep her cool, but only because she's had more time to process this shit, especially her anger. doesn't mean she isn't still pissed, but she knows for a fact her friends would kill her if she pulled a stunt like impulsively murdering hannibal. the two of them could probably take him down, but ... yeah, it's not a great idea. even if it feels like one.
she goes back to fiddling with her switchblade despite the growing desire to gut something. ]
I know. [ it's frustrating that they can't really do anything about getting rid of hannibal, but he's right. they have to do something. the only problem is, what? they still don't have any proof, not any solid, factual proof. ] You got any ideas? [ ideas aren't her thing. that's all annabeth, and ... well, she's just another person clarisse still needs to talk to. ]
ugh, all dean can think about is something that includes hunting down hannibal and hurting the ever-loving fuck out of him. not the healthiest option, though he doubts clarisse of all people would put up much of an argument about it. but they need a plan, like, an actual plan that might somehow bring justice about. ]
Maybe we could tie him up, ditch his ass somewhere? You know, just have eyes on him instead of letting the guy wander 'round planning his next move.
[ a breath. ]
We also need proof. But the dude's never gonna speak.
[ he's right, clarisse definitely wouldn't argue about beating the shit out of hannibal, because she'd still really like to do that. preferably with a mace of some kind. ]
So we build ourselves a dungeon and throw him in there while we figure out how to nail him. [ they could also literally nail him if they wanted. she's sure the closet would give them nail guns. but ... that still isn't really going to solve anything aside from the violent urges they are no doubt both having right now.
she hesitates as something else occurs to her, hates herself a little for even wanting to suggest it. ] Unless we bait him into something. [ but how do you bait a meticulous sociopath? ]
Bait him-- yeah, but how? I mean, what gets his jollies going really? Why did he gank us? [ of all the people, why them? maybe to someone else it'd be obvious, but dean- he hadn't done anything... or at least nothing hannibal should really know about.
unless abigail opened her damn mouth... ]
Something tells me he's not one to come after either of another time. Why bother when there are new, shiny people to kill.
[ funny you should say that, dean, considering clarisse is pretty sure hannibal would murder her all over again if he had the chance. she hasn't given him that chance since her "therapy" session. ]
I don't know. But we've all gotta have something in common.
[ they enjoy killing things? that doesn't really make sense. he clearly enjoys killing things, too, just in a completely fucked up, serial killer kind of way. she and dean really only kill things that want to kill them, right? monsters are monsters; it's not like they're going around murdering people. besides, she's only seen the silence of the lambs; it doesn't really go into hannibal's psychology. ]
Did you ever actually talk to him before he offed you? [ she... definitely had. probably wasn't smart taunting the cannibal, but clarisse isn't always smart. ]
No, not aside from the briefest conversation, the first time he showed. Pretty sure we ended that one on decent terms. [ where dean had kept an eye on him more than anything, while hannibal had been bombed with questions about being an infamous cannibal. that conversation should have kept him safe, at least.
........but. ]
I did... kinda break into his office one time. He wasn't there 'course, but Abigail caught me. [ which had been a dumb mistake. ]
[ dean. dean. goddammit. clarisse honestly doesn't even know what to say to that for a moment, completely floored by how utterly stupid breaking into hannibal's office is. sure, she stepped foot into the lion's den, too, but she hadn't broken in. ]
You broke into his office. [ it's not a question, it's more just her repeating to herself in an attempt to process that he actually did the thing. jesus, no wonder he got offed. but, okay, more importantly: ] Did you find anything? [ of course, if he did find anything, it's probably been destroyed now. she figures she should ask anyway. ]
[ at least dean has the decency to look kinda embarrassed by the whole thing. not his finest moment as a hunter-- or just in general. but it happens. at least it'd been him in the office and not sam. ]
No, nothing useful. Didn't really have a whole lot of time to look either before I got busted.
[ ugh, abigail. such a pain in the ass. ]
But I mean murderin' someone over that-- s'a little extreme.
[ clarisse scoffs, staring dean down hard. has he forgotten who they're dealing with here? ]
Yeah, and displaying corpses in horrific and gruesome ways — and then eating them — is a little extreme, too. This is Hannibal Lecter, Dean. [ her hands motion heatedly while she talks, because she can't just stand still. ] How much of a motive does he really need? He's a fucking psychopath!
[ and, yeah, maybe that last part was a little loud, but the anger that's been boiling up inside her for months is finally at a tipping point. she's needed to vent, really vent, but no one else has really understood until now. ] Did you see what he did to me? Because I saw what he did to you and I'm pretty damn sure you didn't deserve it. [ regardless of what dean has done here, regardless of whatever he's done back home, he didn't deserve that. ] He humiliated me, set my own piglets on me. Did I fucking deserve that? I can barely even look at one without wanting to puke now. And don't even get me fucking started on the nightmares —
[ but she cuts herself off there, tries to regain her composure, tries to stop moving even though she's pretty sure she's been pacing again. ] I'm just saying — maybe we have to think outside the box with this guy. [ she hesitates, tries to remember where she was going with this. ] I think we both offended him somehow. You snooping around, and me — well, let's just say I might have poked the sleeping dragon a little too hard. Maybe that's enough.
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Yo, Dean, it's Clarisse. You got a minute?
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Two for you. What's up, Clarisse?
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I'm sure you're aware of what went down in May, which, you know, puts us in a similar boat. [ the same boat, as far as she's concerned, but she still doesn't have any solid proof. ] Probably shouldn't be having this conversation over the phone, though. Can we meet in person?
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Edge of the woods. [ despite the fact that peter pan lives there and she doesn't trust him when it comes to eavesdropping on sensitive information, the woods are the closest thing she's got to home. ] We'll go from there.
[ as promised, she'll be at the edge of the woods, arms folded, not quite pacing but still antsy enough to be shifting her weight every few seconds. ]
action.
either way, she's easy enough to spot as dean makes hi way to her. the antsy pacing isn't lost on him. ]
Hey, Clarisse. Gonna wear the grass away with all that circling.
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Hey. [ she's totally cool, though, totally cool. she clears her throat and nods behind her. ] This way.
[ she's not one for small talk, so she doesn't say much else until they're in the clearing she usually beats up trees in. most of the trunks are damaged, sporting scars from swords, axes, guns, knives ... pretty much any weapon you can hit a tree with, she's done it.
there's a log nearby they could sit on, but she'll still too antsy to stop moving for too long. she needs something to do with her hands, so she pulls out a switchblade from her pocket and idly begins to flick it open and closed while she talks. ]
So. How much do you know?
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About our situation? Not a whole lot. [ and he hates to even admit as much. ] They're human, ain't new to this whole murdering gig.... and for some reason found a common thread between me, you, and that Jesse kid. [ a reason to kill them. ] I ain't no cop, but there's gotta be something specific about us three he doesn't dig.
[ a moment of silence passes. ]
Or maybe he's just bored. Either way, I didn't see anything. When it happened. Dude came from behind and it was lights out before... well, before much could happen on my end.
action.
It's Hannibal Lecter. [ and from the way she says it, so determined, so serious, she's not just fucking with him, and she's certainly not crazy. there are two of them in wonderland, but so far only one of them has done any murdering. ] I didn't see him, exactly, not before he killed me — a friend of mine [ for lack of a better term, anyway; she wouldn't exactly call her and nico friends, but "cousin" sounds too weird in this case, even if they are talking about a cannibalistic serial killer ] he can sense these things. Last time I saw him ... he told me. I already had my suspicions, but ... believe me, Nico's word is confirmation enough for me.
action.
Wait-- Hannibal? Smug dude who denied being a cannibal-- [ dean had no confirmation, but it makes sense so suddenly, that he wonder how stupid he really is. It all clicks, and not only because hannibal is... well hannibal.
he's closer in a heartbeat then, like that'll somehow lead to them hunting the fucker down faster. ]
You-- have you told anyone else? Why isn't he-- why haven't we fuckin' killed him then? [ why has he been walking around free all this time? ]
action.
she shakes her head in response and almost wants to tell dean to calm down, but him getting worked up is only getting her worked up and she's trying to keep her cool here. weird how it should probably be the other way around. ]
No, just you. I only found out for sure a few days ago. No one else needs to know. Not right now. But — [ she frowns then, because as much as she wants to get all gung-ho about this, this is still wonderland. ] Even if we do kill him — and I want to — he'll just come back. Where's the satisfaction in killing someone who won't stay dead?
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I don't know, right now it just feels like a damn great idea. [ but dean knows for a fact that, yeah, it won't solve anything. hannibal is most likely going to just come after people harder if he kicks it, and then everyone is even less safe than right now. ]
We have to do something, though. That freak bein' out there with his dumb smug face, just-- it ain't right.
[ not one bit. ]
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she goes back to fiddling with her switchblade despite the growing desire to gut something. ]
I know. [ it's frustrating that they can't really do anything about getting rid of hannibal, but he's right. they have to do something. the only problem is, what? they still don't have any proof, not any solid, factual proof. ] You got any ideas? [ ideas aren't her thing. that's all annabeth, and ... well, she's just another person clarisse still needs to talk to. ]
action.
ugh, all dean can think about is something that includes hunting down hannibal and hurting the ever-loving fuck out of him. not the healthiest option, though he doubts clarisse of all people would put up much of an argument about it. but they need a plan, like, an actual plan that might somehow bring justice about. ]
Maybe we could tie him up, ditch his ass somewhere? You know, just have eyes on him instead of letting the guy wander 'round planning his next move.
[ a breath. ]
We also need proof. But the dude's never gonna speak.
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So we build ourselves a dungeon and throw him in there while we figure out how to nail him. [ they could also literally nail him if they wanted. she's sure the closet would give them nail guns. but ... that still isn't really going to solve anything aside from the violent urges they are no doubt both having right now.
she hesitates as something else occurs to her, hates herself a little for even wanting to suggest it. ] Unless we bait him into something. [ but how do you bait a meticulous sociopath? ]
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Bait him-- yeah, but how? I mean, what gets his jollies going really? Why did he gank us? [ of all the people, why them? maybe to someone else it'd be obvious, but dean- he hadn't done anything... or at least nothing hannibal should really know about.
unless abigail opened her damn mouth... ]
Something tells me he's not one to come after either of another time. Why bother when there are new, shiny people to kill.
action.
I don't know. But we've all gotta have something in common.
[ they enjoy killing things? that doesn't really make sense. he clearly enjoys killing things, too, just in a completely fucked up, serial killer kind of way. she and dean really only kill things that want to kill them, right? monsters are monsters; it's not like they're going around murdering people. besides, she's only seen the silence of the lambs; it doesn't really go into hannibal's psychology. ]
Did you ever actually talk to him before he offed you? [ she... definitely had. probably wasn't smart taunting the cannibal, but clarisse isn't always smart. ]
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No, not aside from the briefest conversation, the first time he showed. Pretty sure we ended that one on decent terms. [ where dean had kept an eye on him more than anything, while hannibal had been bombed with questions about being an infamous cannibal. that conversation should have kept him safe, at least.
........but. ]
I did... kinda break into his office one time. He wasn't there 'course, but Abigail caught me. [ which had been a dumb mistake. ]
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You broke into his office. [ it's not a question, it's more just her repeating to herself in an attempt to process that he actually did the thing. jesus, no wonder he got offed. but, okay, more importantly: ] Did you find anything? [ of course, if he did find anything, it's probably been destroyed now. she figures she should ask anyway. ]
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No, nothing useful. Didn't really have a whole lot of time to look either before I got busted.
[ ugh, abigail. such a pain in the ass. ]
But I mean murderin' someone over that-- s'a little extreme.
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Yeah, and displaying corpses in horrific and gruesome ways — and then eating them — is a little extreme, too. This is Hannibal Lecter, Dean. [ her hands motion heatedly while she talks, because she can't just stand still. ] How much of a motive does he really need? He's a fucking psychopath!
[ and, yeah, maybe that last part was a little loud, but the anger that's been boiling up inside her for months is finally at a tipping point. she's needed to vent, really vent, but no one else has really understood until now. ] Did you see what he did to me? Because I saw what he did to you and I'm pretty damn sure you didn't deserve it. [ regardless of what dean has done here, regardless of whatever he's done back home, he didn't deserve that. ] He humiliated me, set my own piglets on me. Did I fucking deserve that? I can barely even look at one without wanting to puke now. And don't even get me fucking started on the nightmares —
[ but she cuts herself off there, tries to regain her composure, tries to stop moving even though she's pretty sure she's been pacing again. ] I'm just saying — maybe we have to think outside the box with this guy. [ she hesitates, tries to remember where she was going with this. ] I think we both offended him somehow. You snooping around, and me — well, let's just say I might have poked the sleeping dragon a little too hard. Maybe that's enough.