Wednesday Night, Abandoned House near Edge of Village

[holdingontolove]

He had found an isolated building near the edge of the village to hole up in. It had been damaged, probably by a hurricane, and abandoned by the owners.1 Inside it was cold and damp and filthy, but that didn't concern him as he crouched in a corner, throwing fireballs at any unfortunately rat or cockroach that scurried by

Comments

[givemethehunt]

Dean had made the executive decision to patrol in the Impala that evening. It had nothing to do with the worry that another of his roommates might decide to hotwire his poor baby, nothing at all . . . and certainly didn't have to do with wanting to escape all the people trying to tell him he was an idiot for protecting Lana.

Or, you know, Lana herself. . . .

To sum up, he totally wasn't escaping, he was patrolling. And a damned good thing he was, too, because when he drove past this one particular house, the EMF meter in his bag went crazy.

He paused long enough to put in a quick call to Sam's voicemail to the effect of "Got EMF at handwavey address, going to check it out, don't throw away my coffee" (though not those precise words), grab one of the salt guns, reload his colt with some consecrated iron, tuck a flask of holy water away, double check the position of his various knives, and even put the blessed baseball in his pocket next to the EMF meter before heading in, leading with his flashlight and his gun.

[holdingontolove]

A rat skittered across the decaying carpet of the living room floor. He used telekinesis to flick it into the air, then aimed a fireball at the moving target. The unfortunate rat barely had time to squeal before it was incinerated.

He heard the sound of a car outside and tensed. A bigger toy to play with?

[givemethehunt]

Much bigger than a rat. Probably more fun, too.

Dean paused only briefly at the door to the house to wonder if mayyyyybe he should be waiting for back up, but then reminded himself that his dad had been hunting solo for years, and hell, thought Dean was hunting solo already, and waiting for back up was for total pussies, so he went ahead and tried the door.

[holdingontolove]

The door wasn't locked.

He stayed in his corner and waited, almost giggling with glee.