Dean Winchester (
dudeimbatman) wrote2010-12-07 07:39 pm
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51st Hunt [Video || Action] Call me the Hunter, that's how I got my fame
[Dean is mid fight and he's got a grin on his face. It's clear he's taken some of his own beatings today. He's got a knife in one hand and he's keeping his distance, lighter on his feet than most people would give him credit for. He waits, circling and watching before he darts in with the knife, dipping low to slice through the connecting tissue of the man's knee. The man stumbles, readjusting his weight and lunches at Dean, grabbing him by the hem of the plaid button down Dean is wearing open over his tee shirt. They grapple for a little while, the man leaning on Dean more than anything. He does get an elbow to the face before Dean pushes the guy off then drops back, giving him a chance to attempt to recover his balance. He's still grinning, hunched over in a defensive position before he lashes out again, nicking the man's main artery. The blood spurts out of his neck as he comes at Dean again, throwing an off balanced punch that makes Dean stumble and lands the man on the ground. He's losing blood fast as Dean leans over and wipes his knife on the guy's shirt. He pats the guy on the chest, dodging to avoid an exhausted, meaty, flailing fist then stands up and walks away.]
Dean Winchester. Bad ass since 1979
Dean Winchester. Bad ass since 1979
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Just...keep kicking ass, okay? Stay alive...and try not to kill people who aren't trying to kill you. If this curse wears off tomorrow, they might not be happy.
[Hanna's just trying to keep calm, buuuut he's really having a hard time with this one. Hence, the text. He can't freak out on those who are fighting...
A little squirrel with water, food, and some artillery (rock salt, wrought iron, silver bullets) is heading your way.)
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[And he responds voice because texting is hard for Dean when he's not fighting for his life]
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...Is Sam in there with you? Or is he not in...wherever you are?
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Nah. Haven't seen Sammy. [The relief in his voice is clear]
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Good, good. I'll keep an eye out for him here.
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