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41st Hunt [Accidental Video] If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break

[The video flickers on when Dean sets it down. His jaw is clenched, muscles taunt and tense through his jaw, neck and shoulders. The look in his eyes is pure murder. He aims the gun at the target and fires off nine quick shots then reloads and fires nine more. He sets the gun down, nudging the device and it turns to show his target--nine head shots; nine heart shots.

Rinse. Repeat]

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[Dean nods, threading his fingers with hers and holding her hand tightly. He locks the Impala up and then they start walking again]

I'll come back and pick her up after midnight.

I'm sorry, I know it's irrational.

[She tucks her free arm around his, worried that someone might see them, but more worried that something's going to come around and hunt her.]

Nah. I've been cursed. I get it. [He knows why she's reacting this way but it makes him grin anyway.]

So have I, it's just that this curse is making me feel...

[Something moves in the dark, maybe a squirrel, maybe a stray cat, either way, it makes her jump.]

...so frustratingly helpless.

[Oh he remembers feeling helpless like that. He squeezes her hand tight.]

You're not helpless, Anna. [He points out the dumpster near the mouth of the alley] If anything was there, you could use your angel mojo to slam that dumpster into them.

It doesn't exactly work that way, but thanks for the reminder.

[She returns the squeeze with a slight smile.]

How is everyone else doing? Aside from Sam and Ruby.

Okay well if anything was there, I'd shoot it for you.

Cas is fine. I don't think he's cursed. He gave me this whole spiel about being there for Sam with this Ruby shit. Pretty sure Jo and Bobby are okay.

I should have intervened, taken her away somehow. I don't like her influence on Sam during these curses. It could have... repercussions.

Yeah. Tell me about it. I'm ready to lock her ass up in a devil's trap then pour concrete in.

[He opens the door to the apartment building and holds it for her.]

[She enters very slowly, looking around the darkened lobby, nostrils flaring as she... scents the air? Yes, it looks as weird as it sounds.]

Pity we can't ask the deities for help.

[Dean casts her a glance but at the same time, smell is a big part of the job. He's walked into a room sniffing the air.]

I'd trade a hellva lot to get rid of that skank.

[Probably not in conjunction with eyes darting about and slightly hunched over. Which is what Anna is doing as she takes a step, then two more, then another.]

Do you think they would accept that kind of trade? Something to keep her away from Sam?

[No. Definitely not. He's sticking close to her in hopes that it'll help.]

Honestly, no. They like her stirring things up. Adds to their drama.

[Pause. Stares at a shadowy, dark corner. Moves behind Dean.]

Is that a cat? It looks like a cat.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's just a cat. Want me to go scare it off? [He puts his hand behind him on her hip in a protective gesture]

[She places a hand on her forehead, unable to believe she's about to ask this, but...]

Please?

Okay. Stand right here. I'll be right back. [He remembers being scared out of his wits by a yorkie. He creeps around the corner, picks the cat up and tosses it, underhanded so it can land on it's feet a few feet away. It scampers off in the other direction with a hiss at him. He could have stomped or yelled at it but he's well aware that'd send Anna into a nervous breakdown.]

[Of course the hiss is enough to make Anna bolt and hide behind a lobby sofa, shaking.]

Hye...it's okay. [He comes around the lobby sofa and scoops her up in his arms.] You're okay. [He runs his hand over Anna's hair and presses a kiss to her forehead. He used to do much the same thing when Sam was really little and scared.]

[She almost growls in frustration, letting Dean hold her and desperately glad there's no one around to see her like this.]

I know, I know....

[He won't tease her or judge her. It only makes him more protective of her. Once they get to the apartment he juggles her a bit so he can fish in his pocket for the key.]

[The wave of a hand unlocks the door and she wraps it back around Dean's neck, burying her head in his neck not even wanting to see the inside, her mind creating images of cats, dogs, eagles...]

[Handy that. He steps inside, nudging the door shut as quietly as he can.]

Flip the lights on and I'll check things out then we'll go sit in the bathtub.

[Yeah he'd hidden in the bathtub a couple of times with Sam when he was little. It was one of those places that just felt safer than anywhere else in the house]

[They flicker a little, but the lights come on.]

Maybe the closet, under the coats?

[Burrowing instinct? Check. Plus its dark and small and doesn't make loud noises getting in and out of it with shoes on.]

Okay. We can get in the closet. [He carries her through the apartment, checking everything out. He's careful not to slam doors shut or make much noise. Once he thinks he's assured her that it's safe, he snags the blanket off his bed and heads toward the closet.]

41st Hunt [Accidental Video] If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break

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