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ya_assemble2014-11-09 09:57 pm
iswayzedthatmother) wrote in ya_assemble2014-11-09 09:57 pm
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[LN] Dean can have firearms, but not nice things.
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.
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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"How about you, did he give you any holes back?" he asked, sniffing in Dean's direction.
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And is feeling lucky that his brother apparently doesn't have holy water on him.
He takes a moment to look over his brother, though, just a quick glance before shaking his head. "He looks to be in one piece."
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Until he whipped his hand into his coat pocket and drew . . . a flask of holy water.
He splashed his brother before the rabbit, because Sam was closer.
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Bunny sniffed his damp fur quickly, then glared at Dean.
"D'you know how long it takes to dry wet fur? Holiness doesn't make a difference," he complained, dropping to all fours and shaking.
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...The holy water was NOT what he was expecting.
Sam had just opened his mouth when he got splashed, which turned into coughing because he'd been trying to breathe, too. After a moment, he reached up and wiped his hand down his face. "Feel better now?" he asked Dean, cocking an eyebrow at his brother.
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All right. The rabbit was legit, or at least not demonic. Sam was legit, and that at least was comforting.
"From the top now, Sam. What are we doing here?"
He'd heard it before, but from people not Sam, who'd know all the things that were actually important to tell him - the things someone in the murder business needed to know.