Chapter 2-Start the Commotion
It was as if Dean were speaking to an audience that didn't really exist and it was really starting to freak Sam out.
'Why are you doing that, Dean ? No one is listening to you, except for me. You're weirding me out bro.', Sam said, a little nervously.
'I do this when I'm anxious. You know that. How deep does this portal go anyways ? It's like it never ends.', Dean said, before the two of them were rammed against their dashboard by a rouge gailforce wind.
The black Impala '69 landed in Oregon, not far from Nick Burkheart's home. Close by the car was a man in a trenchcoat, starting to get up with quite the whopper of a headache. Splayed out a bit further from him was yet another man in a trenchcoat with spiky blonde hair and a lovely woman with dark curly raven tresses, prone to the pavement. All of them were going to wake with one monster headache.
'Did anyone get the number of that Mack truck that just wayleighed me ?', Harry Dresden questioned, grabbing his staff and steadying himself on his feet. Looking around, he saw the man in the brown trenchcoat and the young woman and helped them to their feet. He had to admit that the raven haired lady was extremely good looking.
Nick Burkheart followed Monroe's leading to where they had heard the unmistakably noisy crash.
'So this is what caused all that unearthly ruckus ? Who are all these people ?', Monroe asked, clearly confused.
'I dunno but it has the unmistakable fingerprints of Krampus.', Nick concluded. He didn't even have any evidence and yet his deduction pointed to the one Wessen he knew had the ability to play with people's lives. Tricksters were often like this, and the only reason they did so was because of the twisted joy they recieved prodding their influence where it wasn't needed. None of that really mattered though. He could tell that they all needed a stiff drink and maybe they could figure out just what the heck was going on.