After being openly taunted through portal feed by Crowley, Dean had gone out to find his childhood home in Lawrence, Kansas. He'd taken the impala there after dreaming her up the day prior and he wasn't ready to part with its squeaky doors or rattling AC system yet. It was parked in his Dad's driveway and he was seated on the porch spinning his flask between his palms. He'd already been inside and everything was a little too surreal for him to deal with or he'd have stayed there out of the cold.
Dean stayed pretty still even after being addressed, like he couldn't decide how to react. In the end he settled for an arched brow and a minor raise of his hand, no words, they weren't coming to him right now.
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Greetings.
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Dean shifted on the porch, dragged one foot over the steps and gave a disgruntled sigh.
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You are not fond of deities. Not many humans are.
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Dean reclined one leg down the porch steps, and rested the opposite arm over his bent up knee.
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She stepped into the light cast by a street light, and watched Dean arrange himself.
I am not one to injure mortals unless given cause, unlike some I know.
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But it's clear the thought is skeptical and not accusing or avoiding the issue.
Mind tellin' me what you consider a given cause? Where I come from hurting people'd get you ganked.
Sure, he was slipping up, but this place was starting to wear on him.
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Simple and to the point. She'll be a fierce protector when she is needed as such.
We are given leave to punish transgressors as we see fit. I have yet to do so.
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Dean just pulled his beer close to him again to punctuate the sentence.
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