Characters: Dean, Deadpool, and whoever else they run into
Time: Nighttime
Location: Setting off from the Blackstone, and on the streets.
Content: Vampires, demons, time for some driving and hunting with guns and explosives.
Format: Prose, Multi threads are welcome, can be with just Dean for some.
Warnings: Usual Winchester warning for profanity, gratuitous violence toward monsters, and rampant pop culture references. Also warning for Deadpool in his threads.
Dean finished loading up his guns, and stashed the rest of his supplies for the hunt in a duffle. He left a brief note to Sam before making his way downstairs and down to his truck. He also left another message. Once his gear was loaded up, he hopped in, and started up the engine. He then pulled out on to the road near the hotel, and started to scope the area again. He already had an idea of where some of the nests and larger gatherings were.
It wouldn't be long before he stirred up one sizable group of bloodsuckers all wanting a taste of fine prime Kansas beef. He smirked before taking aim, and took down a few near the truck before reloading again. Damn it felt good letting loose like this.
"Come on you sons of bitches. I'm freaking magically delicious," he called out to a few before taking them down with head shots.