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She had some big decisions to make; it could change her whole life. She knew Jason cared for her but the things he’d done, what he’d been willing to do… she couldn’t condone that. Even if it felt good to have that kind of contact in her life, he wasn’t the guy for her. Hell guys weren’t the guy for her.
She had to come to terms with the feelings that had been growing since she started to get close to Goliath. They were friends, but there was so much more to it than that. Especially now, she trusted him with her life maybe it was time she trusted him with her heart as well.

She shoved her hands deep into her pockets as she walked. Long shadows of skyscrapers grew ever longer on the street. The heat of summer still radiating off the pavement made her long for the cool of night. The sun was setting soon and she could talk to the gargoyle then, and they would have a lot to talk about.

She was walking, just walking with her gaze on her shoes and a ghost of a smile on her lips. She’d kissed him this morning, spent the day thinking and wondering what the future might hold for such an unconventional pairing. She was walking and suddenly the air felt different, the heat haze was gone. The sounds and presence of acrid car exhaust was missing from the clean crisp air.

“Whoa.” Elisa jerked her head up and around, no skyline, and no traffic noise. It looked like a quaint small town with all the white picket fences and open sky. “I thought all this world traveling business was done.” She grumbled and looked down the street for some indication of where she was. A newspaper stand was as good as any. She peered through the window at a paper.

“Burgess, Pennsylvania? Where the heck is that?”
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Up in Jersey, there had been a new influx of rumors about the Jersey Devil - which would register as odd to some, given that Dipper, Mabel, and some others had dealt with him some time back.

These also differed from previous accounts - this time the devil was a woman, sometimes she didn't have wings, she dressed like a person, and carried a gun and hunted like a man. The bulk of the reports came from hunters who found themselves being stolen from. They describe the gunshots being as loud as thunder, and a woman flickering in and out of vision coming to carry their quarry away after killing it out from under the hunters.

Cryptid hunters that seem to find a trail also reported bright flashes of light or color, followed by horrible, monstrous sounds, as well as a noticeable scent of sulfur in the air.

It's all very strange to both the locals and their so-called devil. She's not sure where she is, and the way the humans she's encountered with act is strange, even for someone used to getting negative reactions. She tries to hide out, but stealth was never her strong suit.
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Upon arrival to Burgess, the others found themselves in the middle of a mess. Children all wandering towards the witches' cabin in the woods, surrounding by a magical dome that didn't let in any adults, the adults all wandering towards the party at the local community college, where the adults were under a spell meant to cause them to dance themselves to death.

The songs, fortunately, had stopped by the time they arrived, but with all the kids inside the dome and all the adults entranced at the party, they had to find some other way to break the spells aside from brute force.

Which meant killing the witches.

Fortunately they had time - at least according to the talking cat that appeared when they tried to break into the dome, claiming to be an enemy of the witches. Apparently peeking inside meant he saw that the spell was draining the life from Jack and the other young myths because they had a surplus of it as myths. Jack in particular had a ton of life energy due to his long unlife and the belief the kids had in him, and it meant that it'd take a long time for the spell to drain the life from all the kids to kill them. It was sucking them all dry, but while Jack bore the brunt of the spell, and then the other myth children that were part of the team next, all of the kids would live.

Until he rain dry. Once he was nearly tapped, the other myths kids all would run close to empty, too, and then the mortal children - and they'd all die at the same time.

Which mean they all had a very important task to accomplish - alone. Other than the team members that had shown up, backup from the Pole wasn't coming, since all the others were out dealing with putting out other fires around the world or not ready to leave the Pole and fight yet.
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The motel that Dean went to sleep in was the same one he woke up in, until he walked outside.

For one thing, he'd gone to sleep at night, and knew he'd been asleep at least a full 8 hours. In defiance of this, the stars were still twinkling. This was doubly odd, because the motel he'd gone to sleep in had been on the outskirts of Chicago, under too much light pollution for any stars at all, but this motel was so far out of any town that the road leading up to it was unpaved.

"What the hell?"

Someone was playing a piss-poor game on him, and nobody ever played games on Dean Winchester for harmless fun. He reached into his coat for a weapon, and found a fully loaded sig sauer right where he'd . . . not actually put it the night before.

And yet there it was in his shoulder holster. Huh. Had he seriously slept with a loaded gun? It wouldn't be the first time, but seriously, how had he forgotten that the night before?

There was no real time to look this gift horse in the mouth, so Dean kept the muzzle of the firearm to the ground as he looked around for a trace of movement, any clue as to what he was not currently doing adjacent to a major city.

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