79th Hunt [Voice | Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Voice]

Mo--Mary Winchester went back home.

[It's said in that flat, all business, deep voice Dean has. He clicks the device off immediately afterwards. He doesn't want to talk about Mary being gone and right now, he doesn't even want to be in the Impala. It's too close to her. Instead he's going to take his gun, tuck it in his jeans and go 'patrol' the City on foot. It'll be a nice long, thorough walk because he doesn't particularly want to go home either.]


[ooc: Dean is out on foot all over the City. Come kiss him and cheer him up]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Not the first time I've been punched. [He rubs his jaw a bit.]

We have?

[fortunes-arc.livejournal.com]

Briefly, over these communicators.

How badly does it hurt?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I've been hit a lot harder.

[fortunes-arc.livejournal.com]

That doesn't mean this doesn't hurt.

May I see? - I'm a healer.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He's a bit hesitant but nods and leans forward a bit so she can look at his face.]

[fortunes-arc.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't look bad at all; some swelling, but no blood or broken bones. But it could get worse as it heals on its own, and she owes him that much, so she lifts two fingers and hums a little song of healing as they glow.]

..how is it?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[He's a bit leery of what the hell is going on here but when she finishes...]

Damn...

[Because it doesn't hurt. At all.] friggin' great. Like I never got punched.

[fortunes-arc.livejournal.com]

[She clears her throat and takes a second look. True to his word, the swelling's gone and with it any traces of her swing.]

[She nods.]

It was the least I could do.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Uh...thanks.

[He's not sure how to react. Really the only person who's ever healed him like that has been Cas.]

You know, I really do give a crap. I just figured the simpler I keep it the better off it'll be.