(10/7/2008) Mostly phone conversations this time. Getting to a point in both seasons where things are getting super personal.
I'm planning a major change to the end of Buffy Season 3 and the fate of the Mayor. Please don't kill me.
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(Phone call from Quentin Travers to Dean Winchester)
QUENTIN: Good evening, Mr. Winchester. My name is Quentin Travers and I am the head of the Watcher's Council.
DEAN: Well, la-dee-frickin'-da, your highness. What the hell do you want?
QUENTIN: Yes, I've been informed of your rather… unique personality. I'm calling to request that you refrain from visiting the Slayer for the next few days.
DEAN: What? Why?
QUENTIN: There is an important ritual that occurs when a Slayer— if a Slayer reaches her eighteenth birthday. I feel, unfortunately, that you and your brother would cause undue interference.
DEAN: Well, that's just load of horsesh—
QUENTIN: We would also request that you refrain from contacting your sister via mobile messaging or any other electronic means until after the nineteenth. Any sort of communications from you or your brother will be seen as an intrusion on our work.
DEAN: What the fuck—
QUENTIN: Do not make me repeat myself, Mr. Winchester. You and your brother will stay away from the Hellmouth for the next thirty six hours or we will be forced to inform the authorities of both the lack of veracity regarding your supposed deaths in Colorado and your current whereabouts. I doubt you could do much of anything from a federal prison.
DEAN: …Fine.
QUENTIN: Good. I'm glad that's settled. I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.
DEAN: You can shove your appreciation up your English ass, you prick. If something happens to our sister I will rip your fucking head off and shit down your neck!
QUENTIN: Very colorful, Mr. Winchester. Good day.
(Phone call from Sam Winchester to Buffy Summers)
SAM: Is everything okay? Dean told me not to call until after your birthday. What's going on?
BUFFY: Nothing. Don't worry about it.
SAM: Dean is totally freaked out. Some dude named San Quentin called and told us to stay away.
BUFFY: (baffled tone) San Quentin? You mean Quentin Travers?
SAM: Yeah, he wasn't too sure what it was.
BUFFY: Ugh, I don't wanna talk about it.
SAM: You sure? Because Dean's getting ready to go back to California, like, now.
BUFFY: Basically they put me through some stupid test with a stupid result and nearly got me killed. Oh, and then they fired Giles.
SAM: What the hell?
BUFFY: Right? But it's over now. Let's move on.
SAM: If you're sure…
BUFFY: (deep sigh) Right now all I want to do is go put on my comfy jammies, veg out in front of the TV, and forget that I have birthdays because apparently they're all gonna suck.
SAM: As long as you're all right.
BUFFY: I'll be fine. Thanks for calling.
SAM: All right. Love you.
BUFFY: Love you guys, too.
February 2008
(Phone call from Joyce Summers to Sam Winchester)
JOYCE: Hello, Sam.
SAM: Oh, hey Joyce! What's up?
JOYCE: Listen. I've decided that it is no longer appropriate for Buffy to be involved with… well, with the sort of inappropriate things you get tangled up in.
SAM: Uh, what?
JOYCE: You and Dean! Demons, ghosts, all of those awful things! It's not right that a young girl should be exposed to these sorts of things.
SAM: Are you okay?
JOYCE: Oh, Sam. (deep sigh) The other mothers have joined with me to form Mothers Opposed to the Occult. M-O-O.
SAM: (disbelievingly) …Moo?
JOYCE: Yes. Two children were murdered last week by a deranged someone that was obviously involved with the occult. It's time someone took a stand to make certain that our town is safe!
SAM: Listen, Joyce, something really sounds wrong with all of this.
JOYCE: You're darn right it does! I'm sick of worrying whether or not some monster or-or-or witch or demon is going to come flying in and kill another child! We are going to make sure all of these unhealthy elements are stamped out.
SAM: You… You do know you're on top of a Hellmouth, right? And that your daughter is the Slayer?
JOYCE: Precisely! There's no doubt that has something to do with all of this.
SAM: Uh, what are you talking about?
JOYCE: We are no longer going to just sit idly by while there are witches and demons and Slayers about. We're going to do something about it. Just stay away from here! (ends call)
(3 hours later…)
SAM: Joyce? What's going on? Is everything—
JOYCE: Oh, Sam. I am so, so sorry. There were these spirits and they made me think—well, that doesn't really matter, but I almost… (deep sigh) Thank goodness Giles got there in time and that Buffy knew what to do because of her time with you and her father—
SAM: Whoa whoa whoa, slow down. (to Dean) Hey, we can turn around. Everything's okay now.
DEAN: (in the background) You sure?
SAM: (into the phone) You guys found the bones, right? Did the salt and burn?
JOYCE: Yes, yes of course. Just ignore what I said before. If it weren't for you all teaching Buffy what to do—
SAM: Hey, no worries, Joyce. Just be careful next time, okay?
JOYCE: (relieved sigh) I will. Don't worry. Thank you, Sam.
SAM: Hey, no problem. Tell Buffy to give us a ring when she's got a chance.
JOYCE: I will.
March 2008
The Greybull Gazette
Shooting Victim Walks Away UnharmedMan miraculously survives after direct shot to heart
Police and medical authorities are struggling for an explanation as to why local resident James Jenkins was able to walk away from a point-blank shooting incident. After leaving Bison Bud's Bar, Mr. Jenkins and friend Pete Hensley were confronted by a mugger in a nearby alley. After a brief altercation, the mugger fired a shot from a 9mm automatic hitting Jenkins directly in the heart.
When emergency responders arrived on the scene Jenkins was injured but alert with no signs of trauma at the entry area of the bullet. Investigators are looking into the possibility that the mugger may have been using blanks and that the injury may be psychosomatic.
(Phone call from Xander Harris to Dean Winchester)
DEAN: Uh, hello?
XANDER: (overly cheerful) Hi, Dean! It's Xander!
DEAN: How the hell did you get my phone number?
XANDER: Stole it off of Giles' phone. He never locks it. Um, anyways, I-I-I could use some advice.
DEAN: From me?
XANDER: Maybe?
DEAN: I got no clue what kind of advice I could give you.
XANDER: You've… You've had sex, right?
DEAN: Dude, if you're calling me for the frigging birds and the bees talk…
XANDER: (nervous giggle) No. No, of course not.
DEAN: Good, because I had no freaking clue what to say.
XANDER: You ever have a girl shove you out of the room right afterwards? Like, rightafterwards. Like, underpants are on but the rest is in a pile in your arms.
DEAN: Uh, no, not that I remember.
XANDER: Oh. Okay.
DEAN: The hell happened to you?
XANDER: Me? Not me, no sir. Just asking for… a friend! Yup.
DEAN: Yeah, okay. (ends the call) Dork.
(Phone call from Sam Winchester to Buffy Summers)
BUFFY: Y'ello.
SAM: Buffy.
BUFFY: What's up, overgrown brother of mine?
SAM: Dean's in the hospital.
BUFFY: Again?
SAM: It's serious.
BUFFY: Again?
SAM: Cut it out.
BUFFY: Sorry. What happened?
SAM: (deep sigh) Uriel and Castiel showed up randomly after a hunt and pretty much kidnapped him. They wanted him to… to use what he learned from Alastair on Alastair.
BUFFY: What the hell?
SAM: Pretty much what I thought. Anyways, I'm not really sure what went down but the devil's trap broke and Alastair got out.
BUFFY: Oh God.
SAM: Yeah, Dean's really messed up, and so was Cass. I got there in time, but… anyways, I don't know what Alastair said to him but Dean won't talk to me. We were figuring maybe you could try.
BUFFY: "We"? We who?
SAM: Cass and me.
BUFFY: Okay, I'm willing to try. Put him on the phone.
SAM: Uh, that's the thing. We don't want to give him the chance to shut you down.
BUFFY: Sam, I'm in California. At school. Between classes. Pretty sure you're somewhere that has more cows than people. I don't know what you expect me to do from here.
SAM: Well… Um…
BUFFY: (flapping sounds) Cass? What're you doing—oh, hell no we aren't… (unintelligible words from Castiel) Don't you touch me, don't you touch me, don't you dare —
Acknowledgement : Some lines of dialogue are taken directly from the episode, "Death Takes a Holiday" (SPN 4.15).
