Finding a weapon wasn't all too difficult. If there was anything he had been particularly good at; it was scavenging now. The difficult part was gathering enough intelligence about what they were up against when all they had to go off for the past week or so was the fact that there was a box in the middle of fucking town with Old Norse symbols on it. Ominous and somewhat lurky did not good bedfellows make. If he hadn't had the extra worry of people having the ability to waltz right in and snatch someone up unannounced, than Dean might have gotten a good head start on what was the root of the problem via the box. And he wouldn't have taken a book that held important clues to the origins of the box. Luckily, Cas had been there to pick up the slack. He didn't have any worries if Castiel was involved, the others? They didn't seem like they knew what they were doing but trying to come up with something from thin air most of the time. He wouldn't discredit them...
He just thought he was better than them when it came to shit like this.
The commotion around the box was difficult to miss. Dean had made sure he was hyper aware of what the fuck was going down in this shithole. He wasn't witness to the box initially opening but seeing Castiel on the floor and a new arrival pretty much solidified what was going on. The fact that he watched Dr. Banner and Lydia turn tail and run also clued him in. This person was not good news. It took a lot in him not to rush in gun's a'blazin'. He was still amazed he held himself back from doing so as he hurriedly moved along; holding his weapon up as he moved closer to the remaining two and moving to kneel next to Castiel. He didn't have any fear in this guy. What he had a fear in was the fact that he knocked Castiel unconscious. "Who the Hell is this joker?" He looked between Mina and the other man, almost ready to just grab Cas and bolt for higher ground. They weren't...after all, alone. The blood from Castiel's head would have the animals sniffing around this place sooner rather than later.
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He just thought he was better than them when it came to shit like this.
The commotion around the box was difficult to miss. Dean had made sure he was hyper aware of what the fuck was going down in this shithole. He wasn't witness to the box initially opening but seeing Castiel on the floor and a new arrival pretty much solidified what was going on. The fact that he watched Dr. Banner and Lydia turn tail and run also clued him in. This person was not good news. It took a lot in him not to rush in gun's a'blazin'. He was still amazed he held himself back from doing so as he hurriedly moved along; holding his weapon up as he moved closer to the remaining two and moving to kneel next to Castiel. He didn't have any fear in this guy. What he had a fear in was the fact that he knocked Castiel unconscious. "Who the Hell is this joker?" He looked between Mina and the other man, almost ready to just grab Cas and bolt for higher ground. They weren't...after all, alone. The blood from Castiel's head would have the animals sniffing around this place sooner rather than later.