Helen had seen many things in her life. Many creatures that most believed to be fairy tales or myths. Not to mention personal struggles and being moved to El Dorado, and seeing people she thought were long since dead. Most of them had left now, but, what could be said about those? Nothing that Helen felt like saying.
There was one thing, however, she'd never seen in her entire one hundred and fifty-eight years.
It's actually really embarrassing as far as Dean was concerned. He didn't want to be running from a tiny dog. Tiny dogs just happened to be drawn to him like flypaper, and he really, really didn't like it.
When he spotted the woman up ahead, staring at him like he was a nutcase (which he probably was), he skidded to a stop, darting behind her and turning them to keep her between him and the dog.
"A Yorkie is possessed? Are you quite sure?" Helen asked, looking at the grown man behind her (not to mention he was taller). She looked down at the small dog with a bow in it's hair as she tilted her head to the side.
"Well, it's ... something." Dean wasn't quite sure how to put it into words, and he was trying not to make himself look like an idiot. Which ... with this whole spell thing the city had him under? Wasn't exactly working. "I swear they're all out to get me."
Dean makes a face. On Sam, it would probably be a bitchface, but on Dean it just indicates that he's unamused. "Maybe. I wish they could tell me what it was so I could get them to friggin' go away."
"I see." Helen nodded with understanding. Why he was utterly terrified of the adorable creatures was still a mystery. "Let's see if we can get you inside where dogs are not allowed then."
"Very well." she said and headed towards the direction he pointed to. Helen wouldn't point out how this could have been a date. He was traumatized enough.
If she had mentioned it being a date, Dean might have actually relaxed a bit. He was actually probably going to try to hit on her, once the threat of dog had passed -- it was a coping mechanism more than anything else -- but for right now, he just wanted to get into the restaurant as quickly as possible.
Helen followed after Dean, stepping inside the restaurant and closing the door once Dean entered. She looked out the glass window, watching the Yorkie as it sniffed at the ground and trailed after another smell. At least, for now, the Yorkie menace was gone, it seemed.
There was one thing, however, she'd never seen in her entire one hundred and fifty-eight years.
And, that was a grown man running from a Yorkie.
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When he spotted the woman up ahead, staring at him like he was a nutcase (which he probably was), he skidded to a stop, darting behind her and turning them to keep her between him and the dog.
"That thing is friggin' possessed."
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"It doesn't seem like it."
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Sorry, Magnus. Fear? Not exactly a rational thing.
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