Night 44: M1-M10 Hallway

[whos_da_man]

Oh gods, it was back. He was going to end up trying to eat someone. Junpei just knew it. last night he managed to avoid that by not leaving his room, mostly because he was waiting for Ryouji who never showed, but that didn't matter. What mattered was Junpei couldn't stay put in his room this night. He needed to blow off some steam. He needed

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[theroadsofar]

His hand snapped up and caught the knife. Glancing down at it, it only took a second of weighing it and checking it out to tell that this wasn’t some cheapo knock-off. Sure, it wasn’t made of gold or anything, but it was solid, and that was what actually mattered. The last thing you wanted on a hunt was to be stuck with a fake blade without even an edge. Dean experimentally flicked the butterfly knife open, then closed it after a moment and handed it back to his brother.

“Looks good,” he said with a shrug. Sam knew that, he would’ve checked first thing too, but it felt almost like a way to clear up the air if he talked shop. Dean cleared his throat as he checked the knife sheath at his hip again, “I’m good to go.”

He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, if he thought Sam would miraculously get cold feet; all he knew was Sam wasn’t making any moves to back out and all he had on the table was the option of going with or staying here, and while both sucked, at least if he came along, he’d have a chance to cockblock his brother from finding his file. Dean pushed open the door, taking point, flashlight in one hand, his other drifting close to his bowie knife in case he needed to draw it. Just ‘cause this felt familiar didn’t mean he could drop his guard - he’d thought last night was gonna be cakewalk simple and look how that turned out.

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