09-30-2015, 09:54 PM
When they had left Carrefore after a few drinks Dean was feeling pretty damn good, he had done the job he had set out to do! That Reaper bitch learned the hard way that you do NOT fuck with Dean Winchester, and soon the rest of this wasteland would come to learn the same damn thing. His hunting partner had even commented on his mood, to which Dean just flashed his teeth in a smile and slid across the hood of his car to the driver side and opened the door to get in.
Since then though Dean had started to feel a change in his mood, flashes of her face kept popping up. Her words at the end, the look on her face at the end. It was bothering the Winchester but he was not going to admit that, not now. Instead he reached into the box of tapes and took out a random one and popped it into the tape player and let the music just play.
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
NO NO NO NO NO! Dean ejected the tape immediately, wondering who the hell had slipped this into the mix. Reading the label all he saw was the following;
'HA! Got you Dean! -Sam'
This brought back memories of one of their many prank wars that they had on the road, things they did to pass time. They always escalated so fast though, Dean had almost kicked Sam out of the Impala for this one. You do NOT mess with a mans tunes!
All those memories sprung back to the surface, and mixed in with them was the Reaper's face and all her taunting words. Dean yelled and cursed and slammed on the breaks before flinging open the door to his car and storming out of it. He threw the tape to the ground and did his best to stomp it into oblivion with the heel of his boot. He was still doing this when a voice called to him through the rage.
”Dean, my friend, are you ok?” Dean snarled and looked up at Sinestro before quickly snapping at the deputy.
“YES!” Dean was still bearing his teeth at the deputy before he realized what he was doing and forced himself to calm down a tad. “No. Maybe... I don't fucking know.”
”I have been with you long enough to be able to read your emotions Dean Winchester, at least the limited ones you allow yourself to show, and I can see something is bothering you.” Sinestros' words were enough to send Dean into a rant.
“That FUCKING REAPER!” Dean yelled the last two words as loud as he could. “We killed her! We fucking won! IT. FELT. GREAT! I wanted to do it again, but slower! I wanted her to feel every cut and slice. It was bliss, but then at the end there, the way she looked at me? It was like... well.”
Dean trailed off a bit trying to think of the right words.
”Like even though you killed her she still won?” Dean opened his mouth to tell the ex-lantern EXACTLY where to go, but then thought better of it and snapped his mouth shut and just nodded. ”Perhaps there is still some humanity left in you, fading slowly as it is but still there.”
Dean thought about it for a bit and then went back to boot stomping the tape. Sinestro was about to inquire about exactly what Dean was doing when an explosion in the distance caught their attention, followed by a large flash in the sky which resulted in a new sun or something like that. The two just looked at each other and then scrambled up a dune to see what the hell was going on.
All Dean could make out was a column of people and vehicles heading into the town, fire and smoke in the town, and what seemed to be some sort of giant monkey monster. Looking over he saw Sinestro looking through some binos, the man seemingly focused on the column of vehicles and such. The look on Sinestros face was of worry, the one on Deans' was excitement!
”I get to kill a giant monkey monster!” His words seemed to snap Sinestro out of whatever funk he was in as the deputy looked at Dean and shook his head.
”That 'monster' is attacking bandits who are trying to enter the city.” Sinestro thought about this for a moment and then seemed to get some sort of idea because he raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean. ”Let's not attack a potential ally shall we?”
Dean looked upset, then angry, and then finally something that basically resembled sulking. Angry sulking, but sulking none the less.
”Listen, I will deal with the giant monkey and the bandits at the gate.” Sinestro looked at Dean and then pointed to the burning town. “YOU deal with them.”
Dean caught Sinestros meaning and just grinned. Without a word he turned back towards their respective rides and slid down the dune. He heard Sinestro calling back to him.
“When this is done we should meet up, I have something I wish to talk to you about!” Dean just waved at him over his shoulder as he headed towards his ride.
”You know where to find me!” Getting into the Impala he started the engine and once the tires caught on the sand he slowly pressed down till the vehicle was at top speed. Spinning the wheel he did a few donuts before righting himself and heading towards the town with no name, to the OPPOSITE side then where the large column was.
Sure he was basically going to play clean up, but this meant he had an entire TOWN to hunt in.
.......
Three battered bandits ran through the streets of the town, looking frantically for anything that could be used as cover. They were battered, bruised, and scared shitless of that giant thing that had attacked their column. Whatever it was they had no desire to fight it and so they took off into town, dozens of them, scattering in every direction.
Finally one of them pointed to exactly what they needed! A black vehicle sat there with no driver in sight, all they had to do was get in and use the damn thing for escape! When they got close enough the dove towards the vehicle and crouched low as the lead of the group tried the door handle. It was locked, just their luck. He was going to have to break a window and hot wire the damn thing, it was that or keep going on foot and praying that the monster didn't catch up with them. He was about to rise up when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“What?!” His friend pulled him down and turned his head to have a closer look at the car in question. This black beauty seemed to be covered in dents, bullet holes, and a hell of a lot of blood. Come to think of it the dirt under their feet seemed to be a bit squishy too. Looking down his jaw dropped open as there was a trail of blood leading from their spot to the other side of the car. Rising up he peeked over the hood to see a gore covered man not too far off, who was holding one of their friends in his hand and stabbing him. Repeatedly. They ducked back down and prayed to whatever deity was out there that the man had not seen them.
Unfortunately for them, Dean Winchester had spotted them.
”OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE!” Dean shouted at them as he broke out into a run, causing them to get up in a panic while bumping into each other.
Dean jumped up and used the hood of the Impala as a spring board and tackled one of them, the one who had originally poked his head over the hood, and pinned him to the ground.
”Let's see what's on your mind!” Dean said with a mischievous grin. As the man opened his mouth to answer Dean thrust the first blade into it, feeling that euphoric rush he got every time he stated the marks lust for blood, causing the mans words to be cut off. Cut off, that was a good one! Pulling the first blade out, Dean watched as it caught on one side of the mans' jaw and almost tore it off. This caused Dean to almost giggle.”Nothing too Important I guess!”
Dean heard the sound of gun fire as a bullet pierced his chest. Looking up he saw the other two standing there, one holding a gun at him while the other stood behind him shaking in his boots. Dean sighed and got up and slowly marched over. He saw the man cock the hammer on his revolver and pull the trigger again. Click.
”OOoooo, bad luck there pal!” Dean grabbed the man by the shirt and picked him up with a grin. Without a word Dean stabbed the man in the gut and twisted the blade around slowly. His eyes flashed black and he turned to look at the mans' friend and showed him his teeth. ”You stay there, I will have plenty of time for you next.”
The man of course did not listen to Dean, they never do it would seem, and took off running. Dean was about to drop his current pray and chase after him when the sound of more gun fire stopped him. The sharp pain in his shoulder that followed also helped to give him pause. Turning Dean saw a man holding a rusty revolver who was looking at Dean, then the man who was running, then back to Dean again.
”S..S...Sorry!” The man stammered before pointing his gun at the retreating bandit. ”I missed!”
Dean tore the first blade out of the now dead bandit, paused, then stabbed him again quickly before tossing the corpse to the ground. Marching over to the townsfolk Dean grabbed the one that had shot him by the shirt and lifted him off the ground. Dean stared at the man, though when the guy looked back at Dean all he saw were endless black voids where eyes once where. Dean wasn't sure if it was his eyes or the fact that he was covered in head to toe in bandit blood and bits, but the man dropped his revolver then did something the Winchester could only assume he hadn't done since the guy was a kid. He pissed his pants.
Dean sneered at it and then looked at the man with contempt.
”I'm not going to kill you, but next time AIM BETTER!” As he shouted the last few words Dean tossed the man through a near by window and smiled at the sound of shattering glass, and then laughed at the groans that had accompanied it. Hey, he didn't kill the guy so the Deputy couldn't say shit to him! Turning around Dean called back in the direction that the bandit had fled in.
“HEY! Come back!” Dean grinned his sadistic little grin again before starting to run. ”I only want to talk!”
Since then though Dean had started to feel a change in his mood, flashes of her face kept popping up. Her words at the end, the look on her face at the end. It was bothering the Winchester but he was not going to admit that, not now. Instead he reached into the box of tapes and took out a random one and popped it into the tape player and let the music just play.
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
NO NO NO NO NO! Dean ejected the tape immediately, wondering who the hell had slipped this into the mix. Reading the label all he saw was the following;
'HA! Got you Dean! -Sam'
This brought back memories of one of their many prank wars that they had on the road, things they did to pass time. They always escalated so fast though, Dean had almost kicked Sam out of the Impala for this one. You do NOT mess with a mans tunes!
All those memories sprung back to the surface, and mixed in with them was the Reaper's face and all her taunting words. Dean yelled and cursed and slammed on the breaks before flinging open the door to his car and storming out of it. He threw the tape to the ground and did his best to stomp it into oblivion with the heel of his boot. He was still doing this when a voice called to him through the rage.
”Dean, my friend, are you ok?” Dean snarled and looked up at Sinestro before quickly snapping at the deputy.
“YES!” Dean was still bearing his teeth at the deputy before he realized what he was doing and forced himself to calm down a tad. “No. Maybe... I don't fucking know.”
”I have been with you long enough to be able to read your emotions Dean Winchester, at least the limited ones you allow yourself to show, and I can see something is bothering you.” Sinestros' words were enough to send Dean into a rant.
“That FUCKING REAPER!” Dean yelled the last two words as loud as he could. “We killed her! We fucking won! IT. FELT. GREAT! I wanted to do it again, but slower! I wanted her to feel every cut and slice. It was bliss, but then at the end there, the way she looked at me? It was like... well.”
Dean trailed off a bit trying to think of the right words.
”Like even though you killed her she still won?” Dean opened his mouth to tell the ex-lantern EXACTLY where to go, but then thought better of it and snapped his mouth shut and just nodded. ”Perhaps there is still some humanity left in you, fading slowly as it is but still there.”
Dean thought about it for a bit and then went back to boot stomping the tape. Sinestro was about to inquire about exactly what Dean was doing when an explosion in the distance caught their attention, followed by a large flash in the sky which resulted in a new sun or something like that. The two just looked at each other and then scrambled up a dune to see what the hell was going on.
All Dean could make out was a column of people and vehicles heading into the town, fire and smoke in the town, and what seemed to be some sort of giant monkey monster. Looking over he saw Sinestro looking through some binos, the man seemingly focused on the column of vehicles and such. The look on Sinestros face was of worry, the one on Deans' was excitement!
”I get to kill a giant monkey monster!” His words seemed to snap Sinestro out of whatever funk he was in as the deputy looked at Dean and shook his head.
”That 'monster' is attacking bandits who are trying to enter the city.” Sinestro thought about this for a moment and then seemed to get some sort of idea because he raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean. ”Let's not attack a potential ally shall we?”
Dean looked upset, then angry, and then finally something that basically resembled sulking. Angry sulking, but sulking none the less.
”Listen, I will deal with the giant monkey and the bandits at the gate.” Sinestro looked at Dean and then pointed to the burning town. “YOU deal with them.”
Dean caught Sinestros meaning and just grinned. Without a word he turned back towards their respective rides and slid down the dune. He heard Sinestro calling back to him.
“When this is done we should meet up, I have something I wish to talk to you about!” Dean just waved at him over his shoulder as he headed towards his ride.
”You know where to find me!” Getting into the Impala he started the engine and once the tires caught on the sand he slowly pressed down till the vehicle was at top speed. Spinning the wheel he did a few donuts before righting himself and heading towards the town with no name, to the OPPOSITE side then where the large column was.
Sure he was basically going to play clean up, but this meant he had an entire TOWN to hunt in.
.......
Three battered bandits ran through the streets of the town, looking frantically for anything that could be used as cover. They were battered, bruised, and scared shitless of that giant thing that had attacked their column. Whatever it was they had no desire to fight it and so they took off into town, dozens of them, scattering in every direction.
Finally one of them pointed to exactly what they needed! A black vehicle sat there with no driver in sight, all they had to do was get in and use the damn thing for escape! When they got close enough the dove towards the vehicle and crouched low as the lead of the group tried the door handle. It was locked, just their luck. He was going to have to break a window and hot wire the damn thing, it was that or keep going on foot and praying that the monster didn't catch up with them. He was about to rise up when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“What?!” His friend pulled him down and turned his head to have a closer look at the car in question. This black beauty seemed to be covered in dents, bullet holes, and a hell of a lot of blood. Come to think of it the dirt under their feet seemed to be a bit squishy too. Looking down his jaw dropped open as there was a trail of blood leading from their spot to the other side of the car. Rising up he peeked over the hood to see a gore covered man not too far off, who was holding one of their friends in his hand and stabbing him. Repeatedly. They ducked back down and prayed to whatever deity was out there that the man had not seen them.
Unfortunately for them, Dean Winchester had spotted them.
”OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE!” Dean shouted at them as he broke out into a run, causing them to get up in a panic while bumping into each other.
Dean jumped up and used the hood of the Impala as a spring board and tackled one of them, the one who had originally poked his head over the hood, and pinned him to the ground.
”Let's see what's on your mind!” Dean said with a mischievous grin. As the man opened his mouth to answer Dean thrust the first blade into it, feeling that euphoric rush he got every time he stated the marks lust for blood, causing the mans words to be cut off. Cut off, that was a good one! Pulling the first blade out, Dean watched as it caught on one side of the mans' jaw and almost tore it off. This caused Dean to almost giggle.”Nothing too Important I guess!”
Dean heard the sound of gun fire as a bullet pierced his chest. Looking up he saw the other two standing there, one holding a gun at him while the other stood behind him shaking in his boots. Dean sighed and got up and slowly marched over. He saw the man cock the hammer on his revolver and pull the trigger again. Click.
”OOoooo, bad luck there pal!” Dean grabbed the man by the shirt and picked him up with a grin. Without a word Dean stabbed the man in the gut and twisted the blade around slowly. His eyes flashed black and he turned to look at the mans' friend and showed him his teeth. ”You stay there, I will have plenty of time for you next.”
The man of course did not listen to Dean, they never do it would seem, and took off running. Dean was about to drop his current pray and chase after him when the sound of more gun fire stopped him. The sharp pain in his shoulder that followed also helped to give him pause. Turning Dean saw a man holding a rusty revolver who was looking at Dean, then the man who was running, then back to Dean again.
”S..S...Sorry!” The man stammered before pointing his gun at the retreating bandit. ”I missed!”
Dean tore the first blade out of the now dead bandit, paused, then stabbed him again quickly before tossing the corpse to the ground. Marching over to the townsfolk Dean grabbed the one that had shot him by the shirt and lifted him off the ground. Dean stared at the man, though when the guy looked back at Dean all he saw were endless black voids where eyes once where. Dean wasn't sure if it was his eyes or the fact that he was covered in head to toe in bandit blood and bits, but the man dropped his revolver then did something the Winchester could only assume he hadn't done since the guy was a kid. He pissed his pants.
Dean sneered at it and then looked at the man with contempt.
”I'm not going to kill you, but next time AIM BETTER!” As he shouted the last few words Dean tossed the man through a near by window and smiled at the sound of shattering glass, and then laughed at the groans that had accompanied it. Hey, he didn't kill the guy so the Deputy couldn't say shit to him! Turning around Dean called back in the direction that the bandit had fled in.
“HEY! Come back!” Dean grinned his sadistic little grin again before starting to run. ”I only want to talk!”
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