A bit of field with a fence, Wednesday afternoon
Dean wasn't having such a good time, just now. There were spiders in his bed, this morning, but at least they hadn't made him strangely drunk. There were spiders in his shower, too. Spiders in the Nook'n'Go when he'd stopped in for a nuked breakfast sandwich.
Dead spider in the breakfast sandwich, too.
It hadn't been hard for him to figure out why. He really, really, really should have known better than to piss off the witch. Really. He was lucky she hadn't turned him into a spider. If Sam ever found out, he'd never live it down. If Dad ever found out . . . that didn't bear thinking about.
He couldn't even work on his Impala. He sure as hell wasn't going to give the spiders a chance to nest in the engine or something.
And to top it all off? The cats on the news now knew that he wasn't a cat fan. That couldn't bode well.
So he's working off some of his tension and anger by shooting bottles off a fence, well away from the general hustle and bustle of the village, without quite making it into the swamp itself. It wasn't perfect, but it was fairly satisfying. Especially when a spider would crawl out on one of the bottles just before he shot it.
[ooc: Open! I'm sure the gun shots are probably audible from somewhere, after all.]
Dead spider in the breakfast sandwich, too.
It hadn't been hard for him to figure out why. He really, really, really should have known better than to piss off the witch. Really. He was lucky she hadn't turned him into a spider. If Sam ever found out, he'd never live it down. If Dad ever found out . . . that didn't bear thinking about.
He couldn't even work on his Impala. He sure as hell wasn't going to give the spiders a chance to nest in the engine or something.
And to top it all off? The cats on the news now knew that he wasn't a cat fan. That couldn't bode well.
So he's working off some of his tension and anger by shooting bottles off a fence, well away from the general hustle and bustle of the village, without quite making it into the swamp itself. It wasn't perfect, but it was fairly satisfying. Especially when a spider would crawl out on one of the bottles just before he shot it.
[ooc: Open! I'm sure the gun shots are probably audible from somewhere, after all.]