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[wingsandwill]

WHO: Castiel, Dean
WHEN: Thursday, May 26th, before the zombies are contained
WHERE: Veles, around the city
FILTER: Closed
WHAT: Dean can't leave innocent people to face zombies alone. Castiel can't leave Dean to face zombies alone, either.
NOTES: Violence, zombies. Dean's mouth, maybe.
STATUS: Ongoing

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[fairymicrowaver]

Dean moved like he always did, with that bow-legged gait and shotgun held pointedly slightly down. He was ready for any zombie that dared come too close. These people were dealing with government spread zombie which irked him. Bad enough that Lucifer and his cronies thought about doing that but an actual government? Sick bastards. He strode along, watching everything that so much as twitched while listening for trouble.

He didn't forget the shotgun pointed at his face or the comments about some of the zombies being quicker. As if on cue an undead dog came racing out of cover. He snapped up the shotgun and blasted it in the head without missing a beat. As it hit the ground with a yelp, he added another shot just to be sure. "Even dogs. That's sick."

[wingsandwill]

Castiel swung his shotgun up to aim at the zombie dog as it raced toward them, but Dean was faster, which was good. Castiel was a decent shot, but he was inexperienced with the weapon and far more confident with his sword.

That zombie had been a whole lot faster than the ones he'd encountered before, but he'd also heard rumors about there being a few quick ones. Listening again to be relatively sure they were alone--if he had his angelic senses, he wouldn't even have had to listen--he glanced over at Dean. "I still don't believe it was necessary to come here." The people of this city were really not Castiel's concern.

[fairymicrowaver]

"Lady said they would need some help containing this. If it's contained here, then the infection can't spread further than it already has. I call that necessary." To Dean he didn't seem too worried. More than usual that is. He pauses at intervals, listening for anything coming at them. "Think ahead, Cass."

But, even if they hadn't needed help, Dean would have come. This was his job and for the first time since he came to Adstring, he felt like a real hunter again. He went down a side alley, pausing to let Castiel catch up and to watch his back. "And look at it like this, if the Animus take your powers away for a bit - you'll have more shotgun experience. In general and to take on the inner city."

[wingsandwill]

Castiel followed along after Dean, glancing around carefully, listening to Dean's explanation... Until that last part. That earns Castiel's 'I'm so offended I don't have words to express it' look. He was thinking ahead, he just didn't care about this city at all and for any zombies to make it to the one he did have any investment in, they'd have to cross the wastelands. They'd be seen coming.

But fine, whatever. He covered Dean as he was supposed to, making certain nothing would sneak up on them, but ignoring whatever his friend said at the moment. He wasn't sulking. Not at all. Suddenly though, he stopped walking, hearing a familiar shuffling noise from the direction they'd come. "Dean."