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i blame it on my own sick pride
Who: Dean Winchester, Raphael, and Gabriel.
When: Day 72.
Where: The woods.
What: Raphael and Gabriel have some revenge plans for what Dean did as a trickster, and today's the day.
Warnings: Fighting animals/things in the woods, violence.
The message on the communicator had been clear: Sam's going to die if Dean doesn't get out there to save him quick enough, and if he brings anyone with him... that's it. Light's out.
The only thing he thinks about as he gets together as many weapons as he can carry is whether or not Gabriel and Raphael are going to leave him alone long enough for him to save his brother. If they don't, archangel or not, they better watch the fuck out.
He's quiet as he slips out of his house, and he tries to keep a low profile as he makes his way to the woods. He's poked around in them before, but he's never gone very far, having been told they're full of crap that'll kill him; it's on his list of things to do, but he didn't get a chance before being a trickster and then being grounded. He stops at the edge, adjusting his grip on the shotgun he has in one hand. He's thinking about taking out his Purgatory knife instead, but he'll stick with the gun for now.
No time to waste. He gathers himself together and strikes out, and the desperation that's building up behind his stone-faced hunter's expression pushes him forward not with a frantic, panicked walk but something hard and determined instead. He hasn't felt this ready to kill everything that gets in his way since Purgatory, and he finds himself slipping back into that mindset already.
When: Day 72.
Where: The woods.
What: Raphael and Gabriel have some revenge plans for what Dean did as a trickster, and today's the day.
Warnings: Fighting animals/things in the woods, violence.
The message on the communicator had been clear: Sam's going to die if Dean doesn't get out there to save him quick enough, and if he brings anyone with him... that's it. Light's out.
The only thing he thinks about as he gets together as many weapons as he can carry is whether or not Gabriel and Raphael are going to leave him alone long enough for him to save his brother. If they don't, archangel or not, they better watch the fuck out.
He's quiet as he slips out of his house, and he tries to keep a low profile as he makes his way to the woods. He's poked around in them before, but he's never gone very far, having been told they're full of crap that'll kill him; it's on his list of things to do, but he didn't get a chance before being a trickster and then being grounded. He stops at the edge, adjusting his grip on the shotgun he has in one hand. He's thinking about taking out his Purgatory knife instead, but he'll stick with the gun for now.
No time to waste. He gathers himself together and strikes out, and the desperation that's building up behind his stone-faced hunter's expression pushes him forward not with a frantic, panicked walk but something hard and determined instead. He hasn't felt this ready to kill everything that gets in his way since Purgatory, and he finds himself slipping back into that mindset already.
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He turns and begins to walk away, gesturing for Raphael to follow. If Dean thinks that means this whole business is all over though, he'll be disappointed: the vines don't disappear or loosen at all. All that changes in the way of props is that a small team of cartoon rodents appear. Their outfits identify them as Alvin and the Chipmunks, and in case Dean has any trouble recognising them, they'll start singing a while later - probably about twenty minutes before they begin to chew through the vines. After a few paces, Gabriel looks back over his shoulder with a smirk that's about as far away from reassuring as is physically possible.
"Enjoy your night, Deano. Don't let the bedbugs bite... or anything else."