Aw, Mic. You’re such a good friend.
It’s easy to be a good friend when it comes to murder.
I am like, seriously dying of laughter over here! ILU
Her senses alert for every move around her, Diana sneaked her way toward the stranger, making sure not to be noticed by the black eyed figures.
She carefully studied the man as she approached him; he seemed to be moving around, spying for something… his eyes were normal, thankfully. She realised then that he was coming towards her. Had he noticed her?!
Her weapon ready, Diana waited to condront him.
As the figure drew nearer, Dean whispered the word ‘Christo’ under his breath, making sure it was loud enough that the stranger could hear. There was no attack following the whisper, no growling or sneering, in fact, Dean was rather stunned when he could fully see who was coming toward him.
Upon first observation, this person was quite a bit shorter than he, not really that unusual. However the thing that caught him most by surprise was the fact that this person was a woman. It seemed to be an increasingly rare thing to find a woman hunting demons, or any monsters, anymore. Tucking his gun away, but still within reach, Dean made a quick check of the surrounding people, noting that no one was paying attention.
“You look like you’re after someone.” Dean said cautiously, nodding to the woman. “You been following that guy?”
Bronwyn became more and more confused as Dean told her about the creature. She couldn’t recall ever seeing or hearing about anything remotely fitting that description. “So they’re like Smeagol from Lord o’ the Rings. Minus the eyes.” She thought for a moment. “This is goin’ to sound like a strange question, but humor me for a bit. When it talked, did it have an accent? Considerin’ the fact that neither o’ us has seen somethin’ like this before, it’s entirely possible that this ‘Sin’ is no’ native to this country. And while we’re on that, did it say its name was Sin or that it was a Sin?”
Running into a strange creature was bad enough, but running into one that could talk and reason had to be so much worse. Especially if said creature broke into your motel room. Bronwyn sighed. She had a vague suspicion on what this creature could be and was just about it share it with Dean when he mentioned his brother. Her brow furrowed. Wouldn’t Sam want to be here in case she could help them learn something?
“Can I ask if there’s a particular reason why?” she asked carefully, not wanting to put Dean on the defensive.
Dean couldn’t help but chuckle a little at Bronwyn’s comparison, nodding slowly.
“Kind of, they do have claws though…” Another brief glimpse from that night and Dean’s small smile quickly faded.
“It told us that there were others, and I don’t remember hearing any sort of accent. My best guess is that these things were born in Hell.” Dean fell silent for a moment, glancing away from the woman across from him. Her question about Sam… how could he best answer it without letting her know exactly what was going on? It really wasn’t something to be discussed with, well, anyone.
“Sam’s been kinda under the weather lately. I didn’t tell him I was coming because I knew he’d want to come with me. He just needs to stay back at the motel and get better.” The hunter had been good at lying since he was young, so this lie wasn’t difficult for him to tell. Though a tiny tinge of guilt did pass trough Dean as he watched Bronwyn’s expression, she seemed like she genuinely wanted to help.
“So, you got any ideas at all?” He finally asked, brows raising.
All the little details were hazy in Dean’s mind. He wasn’t quite sure how he had managed to show up at Tony’s place, or why the girl had been left with him. What he did know though, The Doctor was gone, where he couldn’t be sure, and something big had happened at Tony’s. All of the lights were out, everything was silent. How?
Though Dean hadn’t known the genius for long, he knew that the man would have been able to fix a small electrical problem had there been one. So this must have been the result of something else…
Glancing down at the girl, Dean raised his brows slightly then grabbed his small bag, starting for the building. He really should have felt a little more troubled by the way The Doctor had been acting before he had left. In retrospect, Dean was getting a bit troubled by the man’s behavior. There seemed to be a lot going on that the hunter didn’t know about, and he didn’t like it.
Little did he know that he would like what awaited him inside even less…
Hell yeah, man.
Dude, that is just the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.
Is it? Well shit… uh, sorry I’ve been such and ass?
Not to be rude, but yeah…but its all good. I ain’t mad at you. You were just stressed out and busy.
Yeah… seems to happen a lot lately.