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[likemichael]

[Dean is outside, and it's dark out, and the distinct sound of monsters and creatures can be heard, even if it's a faint sound. He's got plenty of weapons but he's not showing them off, instead he's making a purposeful point to not make it obvious he's hunting the monsters out there, or that he even knows how to. He looks stressed, however, even to

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[unbreakablelion]

[ Talk about throwing himself in at the deep end without water waders or a life-jacket or hell, anything. A shot rings out close to Dean, and soon Gene emerges, gun in hand. - a Colt Python, 6 inch barrel .357 Magnum to be exact. ]

You looked like you could use a hand.

[likemichael]

[Dean has his shotgun trained on Gene before he can so much as blink at the shot that rings nearby. He gives him half a smirk, only lowering the gun just so, shrugging one shoulder.]

No offence but this isn't really police business. You should get indoors with the rest of them.

[unbreakablelion]

Monster tearing up my patch? Yeah. That's my business.

[likemichael]

Well, alright, but you're not my usual partner so you'll excuse me if I keep a bullet ready for you, right?

[unbreakablelion]

[ Gene lifts his hands in submission. ] Wouldn't 'ave it any other way, lad.

[ A half smirk tugs at his lips. ] Course, I hope you realise the feeling's mutual.

[likemichael]

Sure thing, pal. [Dean is pretty certain he can get a round off faster than pretty much anyone in Mandalus, so he's willing to take the chance.]

You're not gonna like what you see, you know. It ain't pretty out here. There's freakin' zombies, man. [Because it's better to play at having never seen things like this before.]

[unbreakablelion]

As long as bullets kill 'em they could be gay pandas in tutus for all I care. If they're on my patch and threatening my people then they need putting down like wounded dogs. Got it? [ Once upon a time he would've thought this was nuts. Now? Hell, anything is possible. ]

[likemichael]

[Dean laughs at that and, good grief, it reminds him of the giant teddy bear, and now he wishes he had more alcohol in his system to forget about that monstrosity.]

Well, alright. If that's how you handle it, sure. [He pauses as he hears shambling and cocks his gun, raising it. When at least half a dozen zombies come shambling around, he frowns a little. Zombies back home need to be staked back into their grave bed. These die like ghouls do. He hates how all the rules are messed up here. Still, headshots it is, and Dean starts firing.]

[unbreakablelion]

[ Where would the fun be if all the universes had the same rules, Dean? Gene cocks his gun and fires - if there's one thing he's good at it's hitting his target. ]

Oi, you zombie bastards! Get the fuck out of my city! [ Another round of shots. ]

[likemichael]

[True enough, even if it's disorienting at first. The shouting makes Dean laugh and shake his head a bit. If only his dad had been this fun on hunts. It's like working with a mix between Bobby and himself, all wrapped up in a British bow.]

You heard the man, get lost, you undead freaks! [He just keeps shooting, until he hears more behind them.] Man, it's like a Romero flick out here.

[unbreakablelion]

God, I 'ate horror movies. Give me a western any day of the week! [ At least you knew where you stood with fighting a cowboy. Not like zombies. At least the bullets seemed to be working for now. ]

[likemichael]

Right?! Man, gimme an Eastwood movie and I'm set. Screw those crappy horrors that never get anything right. [The bullets working was certainly helpful, and Dean turns to have his back to Gene's, unloading his shotgun on the horde of undead he's facing.]

[unbreakablelion]

Gotta be Cooper. [ Typical blokes, surrounded by zombies and arguing about cowboy movies. Even so, not one of Gene's shots missed their target, even when it came to reloading he was quick and efficient and firing again within seconds. ]

[likemichael]

Gary Cooper? High Noon? Man of The West? Hell yeah. Man, you and me are gonna have to go for drinks after this mess is over. My partner, he doesn't have the appreciation for this stuff. [Sam calls it a fetish. Dean is forever disappointed in the brat for it. And despite all this talk, he's not missing a mark either, and it's making it easier to concentrate through the booze he already drank.]

[unbreakablelion]

[ Sam and Alex never understood Gene's totally straight and not gay in any way love for cowboys at all either. It's totally not a fetish. Not even if Gene wears cowboy boots daily. It's a perfectly healthy and natural enjoyment. He understands, Dean. He understands. ]

Drink sounds good. Let's try not to get killed first then, eh?

[likemichael]

[And thus a friendship was born, in the shower of zombie guts and street lights, ♥ ]

Sounds like a plan to me. [He takes out his side of zombies, finally, and turns back to face the way Gene's facing.] How's it going on your side, man?