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5th Hunt [Accidental Video] Welcome to my house, buckle up tight

[The communicator shows a thoroughly miserable looking Dean. He's got a glass of whiskey in front of him, his elbows on the bar and he's practically pouting. His mutterings can just barely be heard]

Hot women and I know they're hot but...nothing. The sisters over there? They'd let me take them both home and...this sucks

[He throws back half a glass of whiskey, bumps the communicator and it shuts off.]

[The communicator comes up a while later and Dean is no longer miserable or pouting. In fact he's counting his money, a couple of stacks of violet and a few Indigo chips. There's a table behind him scattered with playing cards and several angry looking guys]

You cheated! [One of the angry men are up and moving toward Dean. He's an average size guy, scruffy and had more than his fair share to drink. Dean laughs and takes a step back toward the pool tables.]

No, you can't play. There's a difference.

You expect me to believe you won all that money from all of us fair and square [He makes a round robin gesture to his friends still sitting at the table]

Pretty much. [Dean starts pointing out people at the table] He does a duck face when he's bluffing. He gets a twitch in his jaw when he's got a good hand. He drums his fingers on the table when he's got nothing and you...[Dean spreads his hands wide] Well you can't play for shit.

[Dodging the guy's right hook isn't even a problem. Dean grabs his arm, smacks him hard with a left jab right on the jaw. The guy goes a little loopy and Dean lets go of his arm to let his own right hook smack the guy in the mouth. Average Joe hits the ground and his friends move up from the table like one entity. The idiot's grin on Dean's face is enough to make a couple of guys back down but that leaves the biggest boy still coming at him. Dean grabs a pool cue, breaks it over the guys head but fails to dodge a punch that makes his head swim. Dean's good at moving forward when he's seeing stars so he does just that, tackling the guy and pushing him into the table. It breaks, cards going everywhere, what's left of the money scattering across the floor. Dean grabs a handful of them, drives his elbow into the guy's diaphragm and then begins really wailing on him. The bouncer drags him off and Dean stops fighting. He's relaxed and still has that idiot's grin on his face when he gets literally tossed out into the dirt. He picks up a couple of violet chips that fell out of his pockets, takes his gun out of his pocket and gets to his feet.]

Easy money my ass

[He's grumbling and counting his money when he notices the camera is on and switches it off]

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Dean drives--and that's a nice feeling--to the hospital, parks the Impala and heads toward Mercy's room. He's got a little notebook to scribble things on and a fake ID from the Impala's glovebox that says he's Detective Edward Van Halen from Atlanta, Georgia. The ID won't do him any good if someone wants to question him but it makes Dean feel more like this is a job and Dean misses being on a job. Saving people always felt like absolution to him.

He walks into Mercy's room and pulls a chair up next to the bed. "Hey. Think you're looking better today."

Mercy smiled over at him. "Thanks. I'm hoping I get a little better each day. This place is making me crazy. I can't block out the noise or the smells."

That makes Dean quirk an eyebrow up. He's not entirely sure what she means. "Yeah I was never a fan of disinfectant but you can probably talk to them about being quieter."

"Sorry," she said, wincing. "I forgot you wouldn't know because you're new here. I'm a Walker. I can shift into a coyote. It gives me enhanced smell and hearing even in human form."

Dean takes a moment, weighing her words against what he knows. He's never heard of a walker, not one that could control it's transformation. That alone doesn't surprise him because if there is control then that means no one is getting hurt and Dean and Sam aren't needed. He wants to clarify what he's assuming though.

"So you aren't bound to changing during the full moon? And you can control yourself when you're in coyote form? Do you remember it?"

She shook her head. "I can change whenever I want and yeah, I have total control and remember everything. I was born this way, started shifting when I was just a baby."

Dean nodded. He could deal with non-humans as long as they weren't hurting people. Lucky for Mercy. He hadn't always been that way. John Winchester had been a little...fanatical. Non humans got killed. Of course to be fair to John, he hadn't known they could be anything but violent.

"Okay. So who were you with, where were you and what were you doing just before you were kidnapped?"

Mercy'd been over this a million times in her head so she barely had to think about it. "I worked at Harry's store, then I went to my garage and worked on the bug a little, then I shifted and went for a run. Then I got dressed again and headed home and..."

She sighed. "That's it. That's all I remember till Harry found me in the zoo Saturday night."

"Could anyone have followed you? I know you've got enhanced scent and hearing but is it possible you wouldn't have noticed them?" Dean asked. "Barring that do you remember any unusual scents or sounds? Anything that might be out of the ordinary. Even if you've smelled it before but not in that place."

"I suppose," she said slowly. "I sort of... I think there might have been someone, but no one who made me uneasy or anything. But I can't remember anything else. No deatails. No sounds or smells or anything."

She considered. "I... the only thing out of the ordinary is that I... I'm scared to shift and I don't know why. Does that mean anything to you?"

"So it was someone you know. You might go through your list of acquaintances, come up with someone that you know that's been acting odd lately or someone that you know but don't trust entirely," Dean answered.

He made a face, thinking about what she's said. After a moment he shrugged. "Do you keep the damage done to you when shift? Someone kicks you when you're a coyote, breaks your ribs. Do your ribs stay broken when you become human again? Because if so, my guess is some of this was done to you while you were a coyote."

"Or it could have just been someone I'd seen in the area before." She let out her breath. "Or honestly, it could be anyone who wasn't skulking around. I don't worry so much about people here. I usually only get uneasy if somebody acts suspicious, so..."

Mercy nodded. "Yeah, I do. Whatever happens in either form translates to the other. And I'm not like werewolves either. I don't have superstrength or superhealing so I can't take the kind of damage they can. And I don't heal better if I shift they way they do. The werewolves I know would be completely healed by now, in a few days if that. But me... I heal human slow."

Dean pursed his lips and nodded. That didn't really narrow anything down but he'd see what he could find out. This would likely mean going to the police station. And his fake ID's wouldn't hold any weight there. Which meant he'd have to do it the straight way. Crap. He hated the straight way.

"Well, that's my guess. I'm not a psychologist but Big Brother scares the shit out of his little brother while he's in the bathroom, kid doesn't want to use the bathroom for a week."

Yeah, he might have done that to Sam. Once. Or twice.

"I'm pretty small as a coyote," Mercy said thoughtfully. Not that she was huge in human form, but still... human size versus 32 pounds was a big deal. "So it would be easier to break ribs and stuff..."

She smiled at him a little ruefully. "So how do I get over it?"

Dean shrugged again. He liked shrugging. It was a good all purpose gesture. "Time?" he suggested. "Once you think enough of that has passed, get someone you trust and that can protect you in a room with you while you shift. Try that a few times then broaden your scope. At least that's how I'd do it."

Psychology? Nope Dean hasn't taken any but he did practically raise Sam so he's got the whole 'dad' wisdom going for him. Of course sometimes his brand of dad wisdom includes chucking a box of condoms at someone ~~Sam~~ and saying bag it.

Just the thought of that was making her feel panicked and the beeping sounds were starting to speed up on the machines.

"I, yeah, maybe," she said, looking terrified and dead white. "But not now. Maybe not for a long time."

Dean saw the change in her and nodded. "It's not like we have anything but time."

"Yeah, whether we want it or not." She was trying hard to focus on calming herself down, but wasn't having a whole lot of success.

Dean isn't much for comforting. He doesn't hug things out or do deep breathing so he just waits and nods.

"Yup. I haven't decided if it's a good thing or a bad thing yet."

She finally pushed her way through the fear, grateful that at least this time she didn't pass out or throw up from the panic in front of him. "Yeah. It's... there are some good things, but it's not home."

Mercy was quite for a minute, then looked over at him. "Thanks."

Edited 2010-03-12 13:40 (UTC)

"For what?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised and honestly clueless at what he was being thanked for. "That was all you. The rest of this...I'm just doing my job."

"For not...' she shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "For not making a big deal about me getting freaked or being all hovery. That just makes it harder."

"It happens. Besides, I don't do the comforting thing so..." He trailed off with a wave of his hand.

"So it works out well," she finished. "Anyway, I appreciate it."

"Welcome," Dean nodded. "Anything else you can tell me about your abduction?"

5th Hunt [Accidental Video] Welcome to my house, buckle up tight

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