Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[bastard_sadi]

[Coming from here.]

Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was

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[thatdemonbitch]

The gore didn't really have an affect on her, truth be told. All things considered, it caught her by surprise that it even had an effect on Dean. Surely he'd seen worse in his time down-- Oh. Right. This shade of Winchester hadn't gotten the tour yet. There was some mental grumbling at that fact. How nice that he got to avoid it

[theroadsofar]

Hey, as much as he didn't like Ruby, she did have a point - she could probably truck through a ripped jugular since she was amped up on Hell juice. Him? Yeah, Dean figured he could look forward to that six months from now, but until then, he didn't have any plans to try a maiming on for size if he had any say about

[theroadsofar]

[Dean retreats here]