Nighttime is Hunting Time

[chosenfreedom]

Who: Dean plus whoever or whatever runs into him
Where: Hallways, The Study
When: Night 004
What: Dean continues his investigation of the house.
Warnings: Profanity, angst, likely violence.

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[umbradraconis]

Shadow wasn't in the best of moods tonight. The safe area Nina had gone to was in a place he couldn't get to, and he didn't care to try flying inside. The room hadn't been big enough for him to try it, and he hadn't liked the look of it either.

So the Organoid was stalking the halls, irritable. The monsters were easily beaten off, not an issue for the metal creature (not that he ever hung around enough to realise they could be). He stalked down a hallway near the study, where Nina spent most of her time usually, looking around, blue eyes glowing a bit with his night vision. He spotted Dean after a moment, coming to a halt and watching him. Shadow disliked most adults. What would this one do?

no problem, RL is crazy this time of year

[chosenfreedom]

Dean had some time to get back in the habits of hunting, so his senses were alert. He continued walking along, but paused to peer more at his surroundings. He wanted to properly scope and map the house as much as he could to for possible exits.

His head turned and then narrowed at the figure nearby. He quickly got his gun ready, and observed it back. Wondering what the hell it was.

[umbradraconis]

The Organoid whirred softly as he moved, mechanical body giving him away. So Shadow cared not for hiding, staying in the open and watching the human warily. He'd drawn a weapon, which wasn't impressive really, since nothing could harm him. Noisy though.

Shadow didn't move, just continued to watch. An inability to speak did that to you. His head tilted just the slightest, wondering what the human would do.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean continued to watch the other figure's movements closely. It had moved but wasn't looking to attack yet. It looked like the weird lovechild of a dragon and a Transformer. He slowly approached, not aiming his gun yet. Not unless there was an active threat.

"What the hell?"

[organics_only]

Moving through the hallways, Vivien didn't let the golf club leave her hands. She didn't have many weapons that she could use, but the club was light enough for her to carry, yet strong enough to do some serious damage. Hearing someone in the hallway ahead of her, she kept to the shadows as she peered around to see if it was someone she knew.

No such luck...She didn't know who it was, and they looked dangerous. ...But they looked human at least, and more normal that Shisui. Staring at his back, she wanted to see his face. She may not have believed anything about there being monsters and ghosts, but she was still hesitant to step out without seeing if his face was normal too.

Making sure she still couldn't be seen, she tapped on the wall, waiting to see if that would get his attention.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean was on alert, so he immediately whirled around at the sound of the tapping. His hand also reached for his Colt M1911, but stopped himself. He then tilted his head to the side, recognizing the club from a distance. Or maybe, he had only started in the last few months with Lisa.

"Is that a 6-Iron?"

[organics_only]

...Oh thank God, he was normal enough to know golf at least. "...Perhaps." Ben was the golfer of the family, she didn't care enough about it personally. Slowly stepping into the light, she still kept a firm grip on the club just in case.

Noticeably jittery from the cold in the air and the fear that she had been constantly feeling, her eyes never left Dean. "Who are you?"

[chosenfreedom]

Well it was a very minor normal part of him. Dean would still argue he's not that normal. His hand stayed by his hip as a precautionary measure, but she seemed like a typical scared shitless civvy. At least she hadn't met previous him so that made things easier in some ways.

"You know they mostly make them from carbon fiber or graphite now? Not much real iron to work with against a ghost." He's still not sure what to think about salt not working against them so he hoped real iron could still have an impact.

"And it's Dean."

[allthekeys]

She walked in the mist as though she was a part of it, strikingly lovely and perfectly serene. There was nothing to warn Dean that she was a threat, only the frame of dark hair around a pale face.

She was breathtaking, and she was safe. In this night, she was perhaps the only safe thing.

She paused a few feet away from him, lips curving into a welcoming smile and hand extending to beacon him closer to her.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean had sharp hunter instincts so his green eyes narrowed questioningly back at the figure. Sure she was pretty, but something about her just struck him as off. Granted he had long picked up Bobby's paranoia, but only because doing so made sure you were a hunter who kept going.

He took a few steps toward her, but a hand strayed close to his gun. Just in case.

[allthekeys]

She watched him react, smile never shifting from her face as she stood. Her dress moved, seemingly with a life of its own, though to Dean it would seem out of place.

As though it were only a shroud.

Her smiled deepened and he would feel compelled to step closer, to indulge in her beauty.

She was lovely, and she loved him, and she had been waiting for him.

[chosenfreedom]

Something about how the dress was moving, and her dark hair. That smile...his mind flashed back to Lisa. Sometimes he wished things could have worked out for him. But that ship had sailed. His feet slowly shifted forward, though he thought he was still being cautious.

... I wrote this comment then lost it oops

[theredchampion]

Niall stands in the Dawn Room at the end of the hall, watching Dean make his way down through the darkness curiously. Still here, then? Not that he thought the house would take him again so quickly, merely he is surprised that this one has survived without repeating the mistakes of the first. Some capacity to learn from them after all, then. Some stroke of ingenuity within the man.

He leans against the door frame, eyes bright with curiosity even within the oppressive darkness, and offers Dean a smile.

"You've not run yourself into a dead end yet then, it seems? They can become very literal in this place."

No problem, just timing this before his vampire run in

[chosenfreedom]

Dean wasn't that careful, but he had good instincts. Had to in what he did. Hunters don't last long period unless they learned fast how to work a job.

He turned and glanced over. Right. Least it was somebody marginally familiar right now.

"Nah, it's easy to figure this place out. Just have to know the roads."

works!

[theredchampion]

"Easy, you say? I suppose that depends on your definition of having it 'figured out'. I find myself just as soon as I learn the tricks of this place it changes the rules."

Niall tilts his head, debating something with himself as he reads Dean's stance. Determined, it seems. As always.

"You feel you have become to learn the roads then, I take it?"

[chosenfreedom]

Dean shrugged at that and scratched his head thoughtfully, "Buddy that just means it's Friday for me." Plus a lot of times, he was the one changing the rules.

"Only way to know where to go, yeah."