Worst Morning After

[chosenfreedom]

Who: Dean Winchester, and whoever
Where: The Attic to start, then other areas of the house.
When: Day 005
What: Waking up after dying sucks. And what's with the butterflies?
Warnings: Usual warnings for Winchester and hunter speak, also potential torture triggers with memories

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[nameless_hollow]

However reluctant the hollow was of leaving his comfortable warm place by the fire in the room he claimed , he had to find whoever was in charge of the mansion. Pointless destruction didn't seem to solve anything--he'd save that for later--so he was roaming through the downstairs hallways first, keeping an eye out for any spiritual signatures that seemed more strange than others.

[chosenfreedom]

Nothing strange here unless you count never used vessels for archangels, or his fey sight. Otherwise Dean was your typical human hunter, well, maybe not that typical considering some of the things he's experienced over the years. Still he was likewise wandering the hallways to get his bearings again, and being extra alert after last night's encounter.

[nameless_hollow]

Upon spotting the human the hollow stopped, watching the other and silently checking to see if his spiritual power was notable. It wasn't, really... Nothing new compared to the other humans he'd come across. That made him wonder why there were so many humans around in the first place and why he was there. He was nothing like them so there was no point of him being stuck in the stupid place!

[chosenfreedom]

Dean was meanwhile scanning his surroundings before spying what looked to be an albino figure nearby. His expression remained guarded as he studied him a moment. Could mean anything around here. Either some other poor bastard stuck here like the rest of them, or something else.

"Still haven't see a way out either, huh?"

[nameless_hollow]

Well. The other was suspicious. The hollow hadn't decided if the human was worth playing with yet but he had no luck finding anything that resembled a King of this world since he arrived on the second Night. Irritating.

"Tch. Ya think it would be fuckin' obvious, dumbass?"

[chosenfreedom]

Guy seemed weird. And it wasn't just the whole albino thing he had going, but something about his instincts kept him on edge.

He snorted, and gave a fake smile, "Cute, chuckles. Just making conversation."

[nameless_hollow]

"Ya humans do like yer conversations, don'tcha..."

He looked off, examining the hallway he'd been through many times and not looking interested in the least. Still nothing that stood out. In Ichigo's Inner World he always felt the presence of his King but in this one whoever owned the place wasn't easy to identify. There were a lot of presences, especially at night... but they didn't seem to be the one.

[chosenfreedom]

Well that explained that. Least the freak was up front about it.

"Some do, sure. But you look more like an action whatever the hell you are. So what does that make you?" Might as well get down to brass tacks and see if this thing's one of the house threats or an import.

[nameless_hollow]

What he was wasn't important at all. A hollow, something else all together... did it really matter? He knew what he wanted, didn't have a name for himself or what he was and he was perfectly fine with that.

"None of yer fuckin' business."

[chosenfreedom]

Uh huh, so that's how it is. Dean just smirked, watching the other character. He walked closer though his stance was ready to move at a moment's notice.

"Well, that's a fucking shame, Sparkles, because I just made it my business."

[nameless_hollow]

"'s that so?"

Really, the human was just asking for trouble and didn't seem bothered by it at all. That was all fine most of the time but the hollow wasn't too curious on what the other thought he could do against him. He'd met a couple bullheaded humans in his time in the mansion and they had fallen pretty quickly.

"And if I decide to eat ya instead?"

...He was hungry again. Damnit. That human soul from that woman, despite how delicious it was, didn't satisfy his endless hunger. One human soul wouldn't cut it.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean immediately took a step back, and grabbed his gun in a quick motion. There was already a round ready on his M1911 Colt as he brought it up to aim.

"Sorry, you're going on a iron diet instead," he snapped back before firing a consecrated iron round.

[nameless_hollow]

At the sight of the strange weapon the hollow growled briefly. That stupid woman had something that... somewhat... resembled it but it was irritating when he was hit. It wasn't powerful enough to kill him, as far as he knew but he didn't take a chance as he stepped into flash step, using the fast burst of speed to place himself beside Dean. He looked less than impressed at the handheld weapon.

"Ya humans have the most useless shit... but if ya wanna fight I don't mind rippin' ya apart to kill time."

[chosenfreedom]

Shit, fucker moves fast. Dean's eyes widened at that, and fired again, trying to get back. Hard to track whatever it was, but obviously, something else freaky from the house. He wished Sam or Bobby was around to look up how to stop it.

"Hey! You're the asshole who's trying to eat my ass, what do you expect?"

[nameless_hollow]

That trick was getting really old. Fast. Whatever fired out of the weapon itself was quick but it was obvious where it was going to go when the human was aiming.

He slipped back into a burst of flash step, the bullet nearly grazing his face from the close range and when he reappeared he grabbed at the other's wrist and held it tightly.

"Well ya decided to make my shit yer business so this is mine."