[RP for Dean] Stop hunting my Demon!
It had been an adjustment leaving her sisters behind, but it wasn't like she couldn't just orb herself to them in a second, or them to her either. The Power of Three was still a strong force, but with the way everything else was in the world? It just made sense that they finally could stretch out beyond the small confines of that house. Plus Paige
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The sound of the shotgun dropping stirred her out of her thoughts about just how her potion didn't work, as she glanced up to see a single bullet go into the demon lighting it up inside like someone had told it to swallow a sparkler. Then it was pretty much down on the ground. Which was the whole end result... although her potion would've sort of taken care of the body issue. What the hell was she supposed to do with that? Orb it to the underground?
Well... she could do that. Of course not with whoever was there... there. Which by the way?
Paige spun around to see the source of the guy that had done all the fancy and not so fancy shooting with his hand clutching to his side. His neck wasn't looking so hot either. Mortal. Which wasn't good... but it wasn't bad either. Just annoying with the whole hurt and bleeding and possible dying thing.
Paige moved out from the shadows and where she could actually see the mystery man with the guns, and her jaw nearly scraped pavement, "Seriously? This stuff isn't supposed to happen to me anymore." She raised her arms up almost giving up. The whole other cover, and trying to be normal, and yet she ran into this crap everywhere.
"So... let me guess? Not a gym teacher?"
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"Not a gym teacher," he answered with a nod, giving her the patented Dean Winchester smile, garunteed to make anyone of the female persuasion get distracted, at least for a moment. Usually the moment was taken to cut and run, or alternately show her to his motel room, but now it was taken so he could just breath.
Blinking again, he tried to find his cell phone in his pocket, patting down his jacket and pants absentmindedly. He didn't really need Sam, and with Sam's obvious lack of Impala it's not like he could readily get to the scene of Dean's badassery, but it was still a thought, you know?
Whatever.
One foot in front of the other. That was all he needed. One foot, good, and now the next... good. Okay. Shotgun. Just pick it up, easy peasy. Easy peasy turned out the be, oh hello ground, meet my knees. Yeah, how about that.
"Uh. Mind feelin' me up to find my cell phone," Dean asked conversationally, like he hadn't just shed a tear over his obviously broken kneecaps. Well, maybe not broken, but... ow?
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Shaking her head she rolled her eyes only slightly at the feeling him up comment, because again... female... human... and well feeling up was usually not first meeting behavior. Plus he'd pretty much dropped to his knees from weakness. If this wasn't just not her day for running into people that actually knew her...
Paige dropped to her own knees carefully and pressed her hand to his side where the wound was, which was bad. "Safe to say I'm not a guidance counselor right? Because I... well I can help you but so help me if you even think of talking about this beyond the confines of this alley? I will send you to Timbuktu. I can do it too."
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Call it a wound induced stupor. He'd said stupider things before, and in his right mind (which was usually off in left field most of the time anyway), but hey, he was at least being honest. That had to count in his favor. And maybe the whole wounded puppy who needed to be healed, fed, watered and laid deal would work out.
But then once her words hit him, once they'd bounced around in his skull somewhat, he sobered. The big dumb grin stayed on his face, but he reverted back to serious hunter mode. He could do that. It was a skill.
"Ditto goes for the light show I popped into ugly over there," he said with a nod in... Ugly's direction. He didn't exactly want the world knowing about the Colt, you know? Kinda made it easier to spring on the bad guys when not everyone knew. Plus? Loony bin was so not Dean's color.
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Sighing and pressing her finger to her forehead which she forgot had his blood sort of on it until she felt the slight stick to her skin and she glanced up, "Oh... great." Wiping her finger on her jeans she looked at him again, "Well I'm really Paige Matthews, and I am a social worker, but I can also keep secrets so don't worry about the light show, because I have one of my own."
Wincing a bit she smirked, "Just... don't freak out okay?"
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Something about her reminded him of Jo and Ruby and Ellen all rolled into one, something like a chick that can fight her own battles. Dean figured she was one of those kinda girls.
His finger untwisted itself from around the trigger and he let the gun slip down so he was holding the barrel. It was the poor man's safety for a gun that didn't have one.
"No freaking out. Just don't eat me."
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Paige glanced around and tried to make sure the alley was still clear of people, "Just hold still okay?" He sort of nodded, which was sort of a yes, and Paige slipped her hand back close to the wound. It hovered there for a moment and the years of training with the Elders and being around Leo helped her out immensely since now healing was almost a secondary gift, just as fun as orbing, but less intrusive when dropping in on non-expecting sisters.
The slow warmth came to her palm and then the pretty blue and white lights that came before the glow of yellow. Realizing that she wasn't orbing the wound away, just that was the core of her power took away the fear when she was training, and now it was just a comfort sign for her.
After a while, she felt her palm grow a bit cold, which she shook off lightly before pulling her hand away from what used to be his wound, "That better?"
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But as Dean's vision plained out with a warm and fuzzy kind of feeling attached to it, his eyes turned confused and a little bit scared. Demons, hell hounds, even reapers, they were old hat for Dean, but something that could heal him with pretty glowy lights and a sweet smile?
That was new shit.
"Yeah," he managed, pressing his fingers into his side. There was nothing but perfectly normal skin, scars intact and everything. "What was that?"
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Which sounded bad, or at least a bit weird, but then again he was going after a demon. Which was still on the ground. Ugh.
"Sort of like the potion I threw which should've burned him into a pile of ash, but instead? Body. I hate bodies." She could send it away... or at least to the underworld but lets tackle one special gift at a time.
"I can heal, it's half of my... you know what? I just met you, and despite the whole demon hunting thing? Which good on you? I'm not so sure I'm up for sharing my lovely life story."
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Which meant Dean couldn't blindly hate witches anymore unless they tried to kill him. (Just like he couldn't blindly hate demons anymore, damn her.)
Plus? Uh, healing? not exactly with the dark arts or whatever. Oh to be a conflicted Winchester.
"I can't heal, but I can tango, escape from jail with a paperclip and I've been known to be the best night of a woman's life," he said slowly, pushing himself off the ground and running a hand through his hair. He was a mess. A little dirty, a lotta bloody and surprisingly, feeling kind of awesome.
Sometimes shit like this would be so much easier if he had a business card. 'Dean Winchester: Professional Poltergeist Popper, et al.'
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"Well I can't really heal myself, I haven't worked that one out, but I can heal others, and it's a good thing too for you. You weren't looking so good on the whole surviving on your own thing."
Wiping her hands on her pants she glanced around, "So... are you just going to leave it there?" Not that she was up for the whole orbing it away... well not just yet at least.
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Because after fighting a demon and then salting and burning its corpse, which smelled glorious by the way, who wouldn't want to shove food in their faces until they physically couldn't eat anymore?
Oh right, Dean and Sam.
"Why?" he asked with a little grin. "You got more sparkles up your sleeve, Paige Matthews?" he may not have been in his faculities with the whole blood loss thing, but Dean never forgot a woman's name.
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Oh she was getting worked up that he'd remembered her name which probably was meaning she was lonelier than she had cared to think about, but he was cute. Which again was another nod to the lonely thing.
Sighing because really what else was she supposed to do when he was grinning at her like that. "Fine! So help me if you go off and run and tell anyone about this? I swear I will... well you'll just have to keep this image in mind."
She wasn't happy, but she also wasn't really going to actually let him dump it into the dumpster? God, how... amateur-like of him. Burning it sure, but this wasn't the middle of nowhere. This was Costa Verde a town where bodies just sort of turned up? Burning one in the trash would sort of ring bells, and not in the 'Hi my name is a lame witch and I suck so hey Paige save me!' sort of bells.
She strode over to the dead demon and inhaled a short breath before glancing back over her shoulder to glare another warning to Dean about the whole telling anyone about this thing. God her sisters would kill her if they knew. Thankfully he only saw the light show and wasn't really getting clued into the whole Charmed line and saving the world blah blah blah thing.
"Underworld!" she called out as she waved her hand toward the demon body watching it sort of envelop with the 'sparkles' as Dean dubbed them of her White Light and then just like that the demon body was gone and she was sort of pleased with herself. Even if he did maybe have a thirty percent chance of orbing into the middle of a cave wall down there, who cared! He was dead!
"You talk about what you just saw? I do that to your balls and leave you up here."
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"Huh."
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"Was that the only one?" Paige asked because clearly there wasn't anything around to tell her otherwise... except Mr. One Word.
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"We've got it all sewn up, sweetheart, you just helped us out a whole lot though. And I gotta say, thanks, but I'm keeping my balls where they lay."
He flashed her that patented Winchester look and shrugged. "Still thinkin' of hitting Denny's though..."
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