text; un impala67
i've got no idea if this place has as much of a boner for offing us as the last one, but judging from the looks of it, i'm gonna go with yeah.
that said, if you're in trouble and you need a Hunter to come help kick some ass, ping me. if i'm close, i'll come.
[ look how benevolent, this is character growth™.
and now for some private messages; ]
private to ou!sam, au!sam, and au!cas--
sam, sammy, cas - i found the cabin. it looks different, but i can tell its ours. it's up in some district called ache - the impala's here, and so's bones and mr. ed. let me know if you need a pickup.
private to wanda maximoff--
hey. can i ask you a huge favor?

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[ even the minigun is still there, bless it. ]
I know you don't. But the cabin got dumped in the middle of somethin' called Ache, and you'd think it's innocent with the flower farms, but the people here've said it's touch and go, and easy to get lost forever.
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[It's... so weird, to have been older at one point.
All those memories, just gone. It's for the best, but...]
Ache's a terrible name.
Is it supposed to be spooky on purpose, or just ironic?
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No idea, but it's pretty bad, I agree. Could be worse. Least we're not in 'Feed'.
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You sure 'Feed' isn't your kind of place? Maybe it's made of cheeseburgers and fries.
[Ah, look, he's lightly teasing. That's a good sign, huh?
Compared to the shell-shocked kid from before, in Deerington.]
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I don't think 1990's America is going to happen a lot here.
[And yeah, he knows you're in the 1990's back home.
But also consider: you never left the 90's, Dean. Spiritually.]