08-19-2015, 04:42 PM
Dean swore as the sound of gun fire continued to ring out in front of him. Hopefully they would run out of ammo soon or else he would be a sitting duck here. In between the infrequent shots he poked his head out to get a better grasp of the situation. The man with the rifle was still his position by the fire while the others had started to advance on him. He could almost hear Crowley's voice again, though this time it was just laughing. If Dean didn't do something soon he was going to be very dead, very quickly.
He thought about rushing in, potentially taking one of them as a human shield, but the rifle and hand gun would still pose a threat unless he got there quick enough. Normally a demon wouldn't have to worry about this stuff, they could laugh off most mortal wounds that did not come from a magic weapon or something holy. Here though? Everything was wrong and Dean was not enjoying it as much as he was before.
Deciding that a hostage might be the only way he could get out of this alive the Winchester got up and readied himself to dash in and grab the first person he could when he heard something he was not expecting. There was another shot but this one had not come from the group in front, but from behind. He was worried for a second that someone might have been all sneaky like and got around him to attack from behind, but a scream from the group in front of him was telling a different story. Peeking around the front of his car he saw the man that had once sported the rifle laying down, face first in the fire. Apparently who ever it was behind him was either a friend, fat chance of that, or had something against this particular group. No matter what his mysterious cohorts motives were this was something he could use.
While the folks in front of him scrambled to try and deal with the loss of their big gun Dean dug deep and used some of his demonic energy to move with a burst of speed to leave his cover and dash forward to grab the first person he could get his hands on. Sadly it was a rather unimportant looking fellow with a club that had been brave enough to get pretty close to Dean, though in this case the demon would have classified him more as stupid then brave.
Bringing the first blade up to the throat of his unwilling guest Dean made sure he was between him and the one with the pistol as he cleared his throat and then began to shout.
“EVERYONE. CHILL. THE FUCK. OUT!” He pressed his blade firmly against his hostages throat, just enough to draw a bit of blood, but not hard enough to kill him. “No one else needs to die! I mean, I wouldn't mind killing every last one of you sons of a bitches but I need some info. Give it to me and you might....”
His sentence was cut short by the sound of another shot from the dunes behind them and the sound of a man crying out and falling to the ground behind him. Who ever the hell was doing this just became his new best friend. Time for Dean to roll with this, time to lie like he has never lied before.
“As you can see I was not dumb enough to come alone, we are here on official business. So unless you want to die one by one you better settle down.” Dean had wished he had one of his fake badges here to flash around. Thankfully these folks didn't seem to be the brightest and it wasn't necessary. Some of them lowered their weapons but the one with the pistol kept it trained on Dean.
“Bullshit!” said the one with the pistol in a voice that made Dean take a second look. Holy shit, he thought, that was a woman?
“You killed Beth!” Ms. Pistol continued, “You ran her down like a dog!”
“Well she was kind of rude, and I didn't really like her,” Dean paused for a moment seeing that they were starting to scowl at him and decided to not continue that little train of thought, “Though that is completely beside the point. See how I am not killing your friend here? I call that progress!”
There was a bit of grumbling between the remaining survivours, but it wasn't looking like they were going to get anywhere soon unless he prodded them along in the right direction. This meant telling SOME of the truth and mixing it in with a hell of a lot of the exact opposite.
“Listen, I am after someone. I may be a monster but this chick makes me look like a fucking saint. Send a killer to catch a killer thing.” He eased his blade off his hostages throat and then slowly took it away, making sure to keep a hand on his shoulder and keep him between Dean and the rest. “She has been killing a lot of people. Good, bad, townsfolk, bandits. I was sent to hunt her down before she killed every last soul in her wake.”
There was another murmur through the crowd and it looked like they were going to finally lower their weapons completely when all of a sudden they jerked them up and pointed them to something off to the side of Dean.
“It would be wise of you to all lower your weapons.” said a voice unfamiliar to the Winchester brother. Looking off to the side he saw something right out of the comic pages. Dean could have sworn he recognized this purple skinned stranger, silly moustache and all. Though this man seemed to be wearing a gold star on his clothing which meant he was a cop. Great. Dean didn't really have much time to think about this as he had to try and control this situation.
“See, I told you I didn't come alone. Now here is what is going to happen. I am going to give you a description of her and you will tell me which way she was headed if you have. After that everyone parts as buddies and I won't hunt you all down after. Deal?” Dean looked around and waited for them all to nod before continuing. Gesturing a general height with the first blade he started his description.
“She's about this tall, blonde, really hot too. Calls her self Mary-Sue... Mary-something... Great kisser too.” Dean heard a snort of disgust and looked over at his purple skinned visitor and scowled at him. “Hey, don't judge me!”
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“... and that is all we know” finished Ms. Pistol. Apparently that dammed reaper had been through here and then headed off again. Dean has no idea where she was headed but maybe this new guy did. Since they had wrung out of them whatever information they could out of the group Dean kept to his word and let them all go. Now all he had to do was deal with the purple moustached freak in front of him, though that could wait. Dean took a stroll around his car and noted the damage, it would drive but it was going to be a bitch getting anywhere and night driving was not going to be a thing. That whole setting up his own garage was looking better and better.
Finally after taking a mental note of everything his car needed Dean walked up to the rifle toting law man and gave him the once over. Something about him was bugging Dean and slowly everything clicked into place.
“Four things. The first is your name. Concerto, Sinpatico... Sintro. For the life of me I just can't remember what the hell it's supposed to be.” Dean paused as if searching through his memory and then shrugged. “Second, aren't you supposed to be fictional? I swear you were in the comics my brother used to read when he was a kid.”
Dean was on a roll now, the other man barely had a moment to speak before he kept on going.
“Third, how was it fighting Ryan Reynolds? I heard he is a major douche in that flick. Finally why the hell aren't you all yellow and glowy?” Dean waved the first blade in Sinestros' general direction as he said this last bit.
He thought about rushing in, potentially taking one of them as a human shield, but the rifle and hand gun would still pose a threat unless he got there quick enough. Normally a demon wouldn't have to worry about this stuff, they could laugh off most mortal wounds that did not come from a magic weapon or something holy. Here though? Everything was wrong and Dean was not enjoying it as much as he was before.
Deciding that a hostage might be the only way he could get out of this alive the Winchester got up and readied himself to dash in and grab the first person he could when he heard something he was not expecting. There was another shot but this one had not come from the group in front, but from behind. He was worried for a second that someone might have been all sneaky like and got around him to attack from behind, but a scream from the group in front of him was telling a different story. Peeking around the front of his car he saw the man that had once sported the rifle laying down, face first in the fire. Apparently who ever it was behind him was either a friend, fat chance of that, or had something against this particular group. No matter what his mysterious cohorts motives were this was something he could use.
While the folks in front of him scrambled to try and deal with the loss of their big gun Dean dug deep and used some of his demonic energy to move with a burst of speed to leave his cover and dash forward to grab the first person he could get his hands on. Sadly it was a rather unimportant looking fellow with a club that had been brave enough to get pretty close to Dean, though in this case the demon would have classified him more as stupid then brave.
Bringing the first blade up to the throat of his unwilling guest Dean made sure he was between him and the one with the pistol as he cleared his throat and then began to shout.
“EVERYONE. CHILL. THE FUCK. OUT!” He pressed his blade firmly against his hostages throat, just enough to draw a bit of blood, but not hard enough to kill him. “No one else needs to die! I mean, I wouldn't mind killing every last one of you sons of a bitches but I need some info. Give it to me and you might....”
His sentence was cut short by the sound of another shot from the dunes behind them and the sound of a man crying out and falling to the ground behind him. Who ever the hell was doing this just became his new best friend. Time for Dean to roll with this, time to lie like he has never lied before.
“As you can see I was not dumb enough to come alone, we are here on official business. So unless you want to die one by one you better settle down.” Dean had wished he had one of his fake badges here to flash around. Thankfully these folks didn't seem to be the brightest and it wasn't necessary. Some of them lowered their weapons but the one with the pistol kept it trained on Dean.
“Bullshit!” said the one with the pistol in a voice that made Dean take a second look. Holy shit, he thought, that was a woman?
“You killed Beth!” Ms. Pistol continued, “You ran her down like a dog!”
“Well she was kind of rude, and I didn't really like her,” Dean paused for a moment seeing that they were starting to scowl at him and decided to not continue that little train of thought, “Though that is completely beside the point. See how I am not killing your friend here? I call that progress!”
There was a bit of grumbling between the remaining survivours, but it wasn't looking like they were going to get anywhere soon unless he prodded them along in the right direction. This meant telling SOME of the truth and mixing it in with a hell of a lot of the exact opposite.
“Listen, I am after someone. I may be a monster but this chick makes me look like a fucking saint. Send a killer to catch a killer thing.” He eased his blade off his hostages throat and then slowly took it away, making sure to keep a hand on his shoulder and keep him between Dean and the rest. “She has been killing a lot of people. Good, bad, townsfolk, bandits. I was sent to hunt her down before she killed every last soul in her wake.”
There was another murmur through the crowd and it looked like they were going to finally lower their weapons completely when all of a sudden they jerked them up and pointed them to something off to the side of Dean.
“It would be wise of you to all lower your weapons.” said a voice unfamiliar to the Winchester brother. Looking off to the side he saw something right out of the comic pages. Dean could have sworn he recognized this purple skinned stranger, silly moustache and all. Though this man seemed to be wearing a gold star on his clothing which meant he was a cop. Great. Dean didn't really have much time to think about this as he had to try and control this situation.
“See, I told you I didn't come alone. Now here is what is going to happen. I am going to give you a description of her and you will tell me which way she was headed if you have. After that everyone parts as buddies and I won't hunt you all down after. Deal?” Dean looked around and waited for them all to nod before continuing. Gesturing a general height with the first blade he started his description.
“She's about this tall, blonde, really hot too. Calls her self Mary-Sue... Mary-something... Great kisser too.” Dean heard a snort of disgust and looked over at his purple skinned visitor and scowled at him. “Hey, don't judge me!”
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“... and that is all we know” finished Ms. Pistol. Apparently that dammed reaper had been through here and then headed off again. Dean has no idea where she was headed but maybe this new guy did. Since they had wrung out of them whatever information they could out of the group Dean kept to his word and let them all go. Now all he had to do was deal with the purple moustached freak in front of him, though that could wait. Dean took a stroll around his car and noted the damage, it would drive but it was going to be a bitch getting anywhere and night driving was not going to be a thing. That whole setting up his own garage was looking better and better.
Finally after taking a mental note of everything his car needed Dean walked up to the rifle toting law man and gave him the once over. Something about him was bugging Dean and slowly everything clicked into place.
“Four things. The first is your name. Concerto, Sinpatico... Sintro. For the life of me I just can't remember what the hell it's supposed to be.” Dean paused as if searching through his memory and then shrugged. “Second, aren't you supposed to be fictional? I swear you were in the comics my brother used to read when he was a kid.”
Dean was on a roll now, the other man barely had a moment to speak before he kept on going.
“Third, how was it fighting Ryan Reynolds? I heard he is a major douche in that flick. Finally why the hell aren't you all yellow and glowy?” Dean waved the first blade in Sinestros' general direction as he said this last bit.
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