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29th Hunt [Action;] All The Wrong I've Done

[Zeppelin is blaring from the Impala's radio. Dean has the windows down and a gun on the seat next to him. Twelve Labours and he's got to get them done today which means he's a busy guy. He's got that look of sheer determination on his face. There's no screwing around, no goofing off. Not today]

[ooc: This is an open post to try and steal the Impala if anyone wishes.]

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Somewhere quiet. Rooftop of the apartment building?

I'll wait for you.

[He shows up a few minutes later. His hands are shoved in his pockets and he at least looks burdened by something.]

Hey

[ooc: Any particular way you wanted to do this?]

[SOmething's obviously wrong, she can see it in Dean's posture. Her head tilts a little and her worry creeps into her expression.]

Dean? What's wrong?

[ooc: Nope - do you want him to actually defeat her/capture her, or have her get away.]

[Dean shakes his head, getting a little closer to Anna]

[ooc: up to you bb. He'll feel guilty either way]

[She reaches out her hand.]

Dean?

[ooc: I think if he's using the anti-angel mumbo jumbo he can do some serious damage.]

[He actually takes it]

Yeah

[ooc: okay maybe a knife with some anti-angel mumbo jumbo worked on it?]

[She gives his hand a gently squeeze.]

It's okay, you can talk to me.

[With the free hand he reaches around to the back of his waistband and in one fluid moment shoves the knife into Anna's gut]

I really can't.

[It shouldn't hurt. This form was disconnected from pain, but the fire that flares up from her gut is anything but painless. Her eyes widen as one hand instinctively shoves out as the other grips the knife and her body turns to try and wrench the object from Dean's grasp.]

[After some scrambling and twisting the knife is slick with blood and he loses his grip on it. Once he does, his eyes go wide as if he's just realizing what he did]

Oh God. Anna...oh God.

[With a slight whimper, she pulls the knife from her body, recognizing the sigils inscribed in it. Wonderful, the Winchesters were hiding weapons tot be used against her. All of a sudden, she doesn't feel so bad about not returning the angel-killing sword to them.]

W-Why, Dean?

[It's clear from the panic in his eyes he's not even sure why. He shakes his head, taking a step back]

I don't know...curse...I don't know. [And he sounds genuinely distressed and upset]

[She's bleeding, but she can feel the affects of the blade beginning to fade. Soon she hopes she'll be able to stop the bleeding.]

Curse... figures.

[Her hand presses against the wound, she's unsure what blood loss will do to her in this state, but she eases herself to the ground in case she falls.]

[The blood and action of actually hurting someone he knows seems to have introduced a whole struggle against actual cursing. He puts his hands on her shoulder and her back to try and help lower her to the ground, not entirely sure she's going to allow it]

I should get--Cas--I don't...know.

It will stop... eventually... [She pauses.] I think.

[He sits there a little helpless on his knees for a minute. His eyes are still wide and he's obviously struggling against the curse. He's got other labours to complete and this was just one of them. At the same time this is Anna. He finally nods a bit woodenly]

You think [His voice is very quiet when he says it, choked either with emotion or with conflict. It's hard to tell which]

[She glared.]

Yes, Dean, I think - I've never been stabbed by a blade like that before.

[The glare makes him frown and he moves a bit away but still hovering]

I had to be prepared if you decided Sam needed to be taken out.

[Yes, sorry, Anna. He likes you. He may even be starting to like you (contrary to the evidence at the moment) but he would still kill you to protect Sam. Don't feel bad. He'd kill his own mother literally to protect Sam.]

[It's a fair reason, but still...]

Any particular reason you felt it needed to be used tonight?

Hell if I know! I've been doing weird shit all day. I stole some chick's apple pie this morning then three carousel horses then grabbed a thong from a stripper named Princess.

[He spreads his hands wide]

It's like I'm on a mission but I don't know why the hell I'm doing it.

[The expression clearly reads, strippers, Dean, really? Not that she's surprised in the least, but still...]

Then go home and stay inside before you hurt someone who can't heal.

[Not that she's doing a great job. The bleeding's slowed, but not stopped. If it had hit any vital organs, or severed arteries, she'd be in trouble.]

In the meantime, what about you?

[Anna struggles back to her feet.]

I'll go somewhere you can't find me.

[Dean helps her get to her feet then shoves his hands back in his pockets and takes a couple of steps backwards]

Just 'til midnight. I'll be alright after that.

[And probably want to play nursemaid]

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29th Hunt [Action;] All The Wrong I've Done

I feel so guilty already

bad, Dean, bad

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