[A camera turns on, near the edge of the woods. All that can be seen from this angle are a blanket of snow, and the dark tree trunks rising up from it
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[He's taken to taking walks more often, bored out of his mind and looking for something to keep his thoughts away from the failed attempt at growing closer to Castiel. They haven't spoken in a week.
...and Dean promptly stops short at the sight of someone that looks way too damn familiar. Oh, no. Fuck no. Hell no.]
H-Hey.
[His voice is hoarse from the cold, and he clears it before speaking again, louder, tightening his jacket around himself. It's friggin' cold out here.]
[Your nonchalance is so comforting, Medicine Man.]
...dude, if you wanna lose a limb - or your entire intestinal tract - be my guest. But I had to grow back with an angel watchin' over me- [Literally.] -and when I say 'grow back', I mean everything. I could feel it all, too. S'a little risky.
[PLEASE TRUST HIM. AT LEAST STOP FOR A SECOND. HE'S SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE.]
[Dean doesn't like to talk about plans either, being the "running in with guns blazing" kinda guy, but in this case he's a little more wary. His expression hardens. He's really, really super-serious now, Medicine Man.]
...dude, I'm not fuckin' around. It's not like anything I've seen before, and I've seen a helluva lot.
[We're pretending that Dean was way more prepared going into his whole 'hunting trip' thing that first time around.]
That's the thing. I can't remember. [This appears to bother him. A lot.] One second we were scanning the trees, and the next thing I knew I was being dragged away from them. I remember the thing wearin' a suit, long fingers...didn't see the face. I remember dying. This thing ain't gonna go down that easy.
...and Dean promptly stops short at the sight of someone that looks way too damn familiar. Oh, no. Fuck no. Hell no.]
H-Hey.
[His voice is hoarse from the cold, and he clears it before speaking again, louder, tightening his jacket around himself. It's friggin' cold out here.]
Hey! Medicine Man! The Hell are you doing?
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[THE MS'S EXCUSES. THEY ARE THE BEST.]
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In the creepy-ass woods? Dude, last time I was there I got turned into man-confetti. There's some bad mojo in the trees.
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[Yeah, he... kinda knew that. Poking at epically bad mojo is kinda what he does, after all.]
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...dude, if you wanna lose a limb - or your entire intestinal tract - be my guest. But I had to grow back with an angel watchin' over me- [Literally.] -and when I say 'grow back', I mean everything. I could feel it all, too. S'a little risky.
[PLEASE TRUST HIM. AT LEAST STOP FOR A SECOND. HE'S SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE.]
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Risk... is unimportant.
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[Eyebrow raise.]
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[It's actually hard to tell when he's lying, because he sounds just as suspicious telling the truth.]
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[Don't bullshit a bullshitter.
He huffs anyway, casting a suspicious glance towards the forest.]
Why're you goin' out there anyway? You get a lead?
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[It's been causing too much trouble for him to keep on sitting back and watching.]
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[Skeptical Dean is skeptical, and has learned his lesson about charging in without thinking first.]
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...Contain it. After that...
[He looks to his communicator, currently affixed to his sash for easy access.]
The Masked Man. The others he has spoken of... J. Alex. From them...
The Truth and Regret.
[He already has the Form, and once he has all three? He's damn near unstoppable.]
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...dude, I'm not fuckin' around. It's not like anything I've seen before, and I've seen a helluva lot.
[We're pretending that Dean was way more prepared going into his whole 'hunting trip' thing that first time around.]
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[He's not the "guns blazing" sort, but he's not into wasting time, either.]
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[He considers this. Is it going to stop him? No. But... He'll at least take a moment to process the new knowledge.]
[Somehow, what Masky said about the others keeping records of themselves seems to make more sense now.]
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