Human Nature [Roleplay Thread Locked To evilhandissue]
So they’d swung by Boston on the trail of something big and ugly with a taste for young flesh and Dean was currently working his way through locations.
Sam got to do all the legwork with the families of the kids it had murdered because Sam had a trustworthy face and Dean? Well, he’d gotten his plastered across the news so he was laying low and working the seedier angles. Those seedier angles being every low down and dirty bar from here until the state line.
Dean knew the kinds of places you needed to go to hear talk about something like this. Anything went in the bars where the floors were littered with glass, burned out ends of cigarettes and dried up blood. Evil attracted evil, it was that simple. Kind of like a moth flying headfirst into a flame and loving every goddamn second of being burned alive.
He’d already bribed out some rumours and hearsay out of the bartender and was currently working his way through some of the other likely faces. Hell, half the stuff the guys were coming out with had better not be true or Dean was going to have to have some serious words with Boston-Hunters-R-Us, seriously.
There was also a lot of talk about an Angel and Dean had just rolled his eyes because last thing he needed was another priest’s spirit to deal with. Seriously, Angels just did not exist and okay so maybe he was a little more about God’s will than he used to be but he still didn’t buy into Angels.
Currently Dean was buying his good friend (by now) Frank a drink, in reward of offering up a titbit that had been missing from their investigation. As it turned out this so called monster? Was nothing more than a man - a very sick man - but a man nonetheless with apparent wealth and resources.
God, Dean fucking hated rich people especially those that used and abused it to stay above the law. Not that he was fairing much better when it came to the police and the FBI but at least he wasn’t guilty of any of those perverted things that had been written about him.
“Another round for me and my buddy over here,” Dean hollered to the bartender.
Sam got to do all the legwork with the families of the kids it had murdered because Sam had a trustworthy face and Dean? Well, he’d gotten his plastered across the news so he was laying low and working the seedier angles. Those seedier angles being every low down and dirty bar from here until the state line.
Dean knew the kinds of places you needed to go to hear talk about something like this. Anything went in the bars where the floors were littered with glass, burned out ends of cigarettes and dried up blood. Evil attracted evil, it was that simple. Kind of like a moth flying headfirst into a flame and loving every goddamn second of being burned alive.
He’d already bribed out some rumours and hearsay out of the bartender and was currently working his way through some of the other likely faces. Hell, half the stuff the guys were coming out with had better not be true or Dean was going to have to have some serious words with Boston-Hunters-R-Us, seriously.
There was also a lot of talk about an Angel and Dean had just rolled his eyes because last thing he needed was another priest’s spirit to deal with. Seriously, Angels just did not exist and okay so maybe he was a little more about God’s will than he used to be but he still didn’t buy into Angels.
Currently Dean was buying his good friend (by now) Frank a drink, in reward of offering up a titbit that had been missing from their investigation. As it turned out this so called monster? Was nothing more than a man - a very sick man - but a man nonetheless with apparent wealth and resources.
God, Dean fucking hated rich people especially those that used and abused it to stay above the law. Not that he was fairing much better when it came to the police and the FBI but at least he wasn’t guilty of any of those perverted things that had been written about him.
“Another round for me and my buddy over here,” Dean hollered to the bartender.