ITP - TINY WINCHESTER IS HERE... TO SHOOT YOU

[jerkchester]

[Some kids play nice. Some kids cry when they're lost!]

[This kid has a shotgun aimed at your head and god he will shoot]

Where's Sam?

((tired and down! Will pick up tomorrow))

Comments

[dasschlechtende]

[I'm only guessing you got me at an awkward angle--slowly moving hands up]

Holy shit. Who the hell's giving a kid a gun around here?

[jerkchester]

I'm not a kid! And I can handle a gun.

[dasschlechtende]

Your balls haven't even fucking dropped. You're a damn kid.

[is actually pretty damn used to having guns pointed at him, sadly enough]

[jerkchester]

[for that you get a hard beat on your side, enough to make you drop to your feet]

[dasschlechtende]

[kfljasf w-well I haven't been pistol-whipped in a few decades. doesn't even bother to check to see if he's bleeding just wincing and looking up at]

Jesus... what the fuck are you getting so damn excited about?

[jerkchester]

[still pointing his shotgun at his head]

I'm not a kid.

[dasschlechtende]

[just staring back at :|]

The fuck you aren't. Now why the hell do you have a gun trained on me.

[jerkchester]

I want Sam. Where is he? Where did you take him?

[dasschlechtende]

. . .

[oh fuck. I know an older brother person who has a younger brother with that name. keeping his face straight, however]

No fucking clue what you're talking about. Sam who?

[jerkchester]

[cocks gun]

Wrong answer. Where?

[dasschlechtende]

[well shit--trying to remember something that Sam tried on him when he was de-aged]

Christo.

[jerkchester]

[pause. lowers the gun]

How'd you know that? You a hunter too?

[dasschlechtende]

[oh thank god]

Not really. I'm sort of friends with one...

[jerkchester]

Hunters don't make a lot of friends.

[dasschlechtende]

No, they don't. And he's a pretty private guy.

... he's tried to help me out of a couple of bad scrapes.

[jerkchester]

Is it Dad? Was Dad the hunter you know?