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[demon_shawn]

So Shawn had a bit of the munchies late that night, and maybe it didn't help that there was a serial rapist on the loose to quell that itty bitty little voice in his head that just said,"You know you wanna." It's been one year since the psychic detective woke up one day to find out he wasn't human and, even though Gus discouraged it, he blew out

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[slains]

Everyone could see that something was happening.

But the fact that it was so public just seemed to reel in those who had taken it upon themselves to look into things like this. Dean wasn't exactly thinking it could be as easy to label what was happening as demonic attacks because it really wasn't. They could have been a number of things and in the rational person's mind they would be a number of things. But Dean was not a rational person (so sayth his little brother). The hunter had been on trail for whatever he was looking for; for weeks. Even if by the time it was getting closer to turning into a month, Sam was bored out of his mind. The only people who were dying were people who committed crimes. Murder, shit like that. There was absolutely no point in making it anymore than that.

It was more like a favor to everyone else. Dicks got what were coming to them but it was something else in everything. When someone's corpse came up it was in a gruesome mess. The hunter had been trailing it even without Sam's help and it's exactly what led him to the Santa Barbara police department, pretending to be a new transfer even if he didn't think that would last him that. The man hadn't really even thought too hard on anyone in the department (or working with the department) before he ended up spying in on...Gus? The hunter tilted his head curiously to the side with an almost confused expression on his face before grabbing his gun and came in on the resident 'psychic' chowing down on some poor schmuck.

"Call me crazy...but 'm pretty sure that ain't a traditional unbirthday dinner." He liked the guy too. Shawn Spencer. The moments that they had Officer Rick on the site, he was spent sprouting off as many trivial references as the psychic. He aimed the shotgun at the man's head, pressing it against his skull. "Well, that's just nasty. Does he taste like chicken?"

[demon_shawn]

Shawn flinched instinctively and his cheeks full of the man's innards had to be swallowed down before he could reply. He never has a shotgun to the head and he wasn't going to allow it. "I dunno; chicken doesn't taste like Tony Montana on booze. He'd rather taste like 100% Colombian gold. Or you could try the truck-stop menu."

To be honest, Spencer was sad that the new guy was a hunter because that meant he had to kill him somewhere between now and tomorrow. And he had such a great library of pop culture references to pick from. Almost instantly, the demon scurried off to the side and took off into the air, hovering, hiding a hand in his jacket pocket and the other to lick his claws. "Are you really going to shoot me with that old boomstick? What are you, Jack Nicholson?" He's staying up until you leave, thank you.

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Dean's brow shot up with a curious expression on his face as he looked down at the remains of the corpse. Truthfully, he didn't feel pity for the bastard who'd been chowed down. The hunter kicked the corpse's leg. He knew Sam would have told him that it wasn't so bad that the bad people were getting killed and they really hadn't heard anything from the the flip side of it being something bad. There was no innocent deaths. "Have dealt with a truck stop menus. Not the best things on the planet. But if I luck out they really have some good pie. Not--that doesn't have anything to do with this." He smirked as he watched the demon...hover over him.

He almost felt a little bad that he had to kill the guy. "I don't...really know what else I would plan on doing with it. The other idea seems like a bad porno in my mind, Spencer." He smirked up at him as he kept the gun trained at the demon.

[demon_shawn]

"Which pornos do you watch? Mine don't involve guns the size of Danny DeVito," Shawn retorted, now coming down onto a window ledge still above his opponent. "Look, you don't wanna kill me and I really, really don't want to kill you so let's just not make this a big deal and PUT THAT THING AWAY BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT!"

[slains]

"I think my gun is slightly bigger than Danny DeVito." He looked down at the shotgun in his hand before looking from the weapon to Shawn then back to the weapon. The hunter rested the gun on his shoulder, looking up at the demon and pursing his lips together. "I've been tracking you for a bit. You should be more discreet with the body parts."

[demon_shawn]

"I know, I know table manners and stuff but when you got the munchies, they kinda go second place." CRAP, he knew that laissez-faire was going to bite him in the bum. "Are you here to kill me because I'm an actual threat or just on principle?"

[slains]

"Well...yeah there's that I guess. Also comes second when you use someone's stomach as a table." He shrugged a little as he looked on at him, pursing his lips together. "Well, if you're threatening then I'm the King of England. So...it's pretty much just principle at this point. Saving people, hunting things is the tag line for the business. You just...happen to be a thing."

[demon_shawn]

"I happen to be a person. Go on, try it; call me out by saying Christo and you'll see I'll be fine," Shawn pointed out, leaning against the window.