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Who: Dean, Clint, and the scouting club.
When: Daybreak on Day 79.
Where: The woods.
What: The scouting team was informed of the fact-finding mission set for Day 79, looking for anything strange after the Doctor's plot but also just feeling out the woods in general and getting a lay of the land. This is when they meet up yay! Here's some info on what you can expect to find.

Everyone who meets up by the woods gets split up into teams of two people -- everyone, because Dean and Clint don't allow for any pussyfooting or hemming and hawing about joining up. You're there or you're not, and you have some sort of weapon with you too. Preferably not a super shitty one, okay. If you don't have one or if you had one that was moronic and/or useless, you have a badass looking kitchen knife now. Congrats.

The goal is for everyone to take a different path through the woods, but don't get out of shouting range of the team next to you. If you need help, call for it. This is a fact finding mission, so there's no need for heroics or too much stupid shit.

Take care of each other. Be smart. Be alert.

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Dean's still reeling from the whole going-home, coming-back thing, so he was kind of glad when he checked his messages and saw the notice about the scouting club going out today. He needs to get in touch with Jo and Ellen and Kenzi, and anyone else who might've noticed he was gone, but he spent most of yesterday getting his memories back and readjusting. He can go out and tempt fate with these people now, and let them know he's okay after. He can't help that he had responsibilities, right? And he's totally not taking the Sam way out. He just got busy! Whatever.

He heads out with the guy whose name sounds like something Dean would've hunted.

"You do this kind of thing before?"

"Go into the trees t'get my ass kicked? Nah. Can't say I have." He smirks. The Killjoys had purposefully steered clear of the big breakout attempt that ended in disaster for a lot of people. When any of them do go into the woods, they don't go far.

But the limited space was starting to get to him. Pacing the same routes over and over, being confined. Ghoul's used to the wide, wide open and going wherever he wants. Being cooped up like this, it could drive a guy crazy. So he signed up. Itching to explore, even if the thick-green isn't what he's used to.

"How 'bout you, O captain, my captain? Please tell me y'got some experience along with the leadership gig." He's joking. Mostly.

"Experience with the kicking of asses, both mine and other peoples'? Yeah, I'm good." He smirks over at him, but Dean's keeping his wits about him. Not only does he need to still be in charge, still need to be listening out for anyone else around them that might need help, but he saw this guy get a gun pointed in his face the other day. So, you know.

"In the woods and out." Whoops, he accidentally described Purgatory, so that sucks and robs him of even his pasted-on charm, so he goes back to scanning their path. Dean has his gun and his machete, and he's not really hiding that fact.

"You are good in a fight? Weapon trained, shit like that?" Not like one of those stupid kids who came out here. Dean had half a mind to send them home.

Ghoul nods and that smirk stays firmly in place, though it's covering up a hell of a lot going on underneath. He can stay vigilant and still joke around. He can be smiling while dealing with so much else internally.

But it doesn't sound like he'll have to worry about this guy too much. Good thing, too, because Dean doesn't have to worry about him either. Or the gun that was pointed in his face.

"Trained, yeah. M'the best guy to have around in a fight." He's got a knife, he's got a crowbar left behind from one of his boys, and he's got a history. He turns the smile back on Dean, "I got you. Don't worry 'bout it. You just worry 'bout the team and lemme worry 'bout you, yeah?"

And hopefully no one is worrying about that whole... incident. From a while back.

The skeptical look Dean shoots him says he doubts that Ghoul is the best guy to have around, but also invites him to prove Dean wrong. Maybe even dares him to. Show Dean what you've got -- while hopefully not being an idiot about it, but that goes without saying.

"Glad you didn't turn out to be an actual ghoul. They're not very fun."

A couple of ghouls once ate and took the form of Dean's dad's surprise secret girlfriend and his surprise secret half brother, and then that other time Crowley locked Dean up with some ghouls who wanted to kill him. Definitely not a party.

"Where'd you get a name like that?"

Hopefully he won't have to, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't itching for a fight.

"The fuck-- ... Clearly you ain't been hangin' out with the right ones. All the Ghouls I know are fun." Ghoul, you know two. Including yourself. And one is just a nickname, GOD! He shrugs. He sniffs. They're still going and he's got his eyes on the way ahead. "Picked it. Found it." On his gun. The name just stuck. "Made it my own. Why?"

What the hell does he even mean? Actual Ghoul. That a joke? Must be.

"You picked that?" Excuse him while he openly mocks you. Mostly Dean wants to wind him up a little; what, it's friendly. It's harmless! He doesn't mean anything by it.

"Maybe I have been hanging around the wrong ones." Though that's about all he needed to confirm that this Ghoul has no idea about what's out there. "It won't be very hard for you to become my favorite ghoul, if that's what you're worried about."

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