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[likemichael]

[Dean is outside, and it's dark out, and the distinct sound of monsters and creatures can be heard, even if it's a faint sound. He's got plenty of weapons but he's not showing them off, instead he's making a purposeful point to not make it obvious he's hunting the monsters out there, or that he even knows how to. He looks stressed, however, even to

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[unbreakablelion]

[ Talk about throwing himself in at the deep end without water waders or a life-jacket or hell, anything. A shot rings out close to Dean, and soon Gene emerges, gun in hand. - a Colt Python, 6 inch barrel .357 Magnum to be exact. ]

You looked like you could use a hand.

[unbreakablelion]

[ And beautiful it was too, a bond built on a love of cowboys and shooting undead creatures of the night! ]

Clear on this side of things!

[likemichael]

[A tale to be told through the ages!]

Awesome. We can start towards the other side of the city. These suckers will be gone by dawn, so we can get booze then. There's always one bar open at that time.

[unbreakablelion]

[ Their children and their children's children will sing songs and remember stories of the Hunt and the Hunter... ]

All-nighter, eh? Been awhile since I pulled one of them. Alright then, let's do it. [ He lowered his gun long enough to pull out a cigarette and light it, taking a much welcomed drag. ] Want one?

[likemichael]

[They will tell tales of the one Hunt that the Hunter couldn't quit. Stop me, this is getting cheesy now.]

Signs of gettin' old when you don't pull all-nighters anymore, Hunt. [He eyes the cigarette, and while he's smoked in the past -- Hell, he's done a lot of things in the past -- he doesn't anymore and instead just shakes his head.] Nah. I figure there's gotta be one vice I don't have.

[A quick grin and Dean's already heading off to find more to kill.] So, how long you been a cop?

[unbreakablelion]

[ Cheesy and we love it ... Brokeback Mandalus Their stories will become legend. ]

Cheeky git! In the prime of my life, me! [ 49 (and a bit) is so not old. Nope. Nosiree... Ans hey, if Dean doesn't want to smoke, that's fine and dandy, more for Gene! ] We all need one vice we avoid. Naturally sex and booze and fried food are must haves - the others are optional.

[ He followed behind Dean. ] How long? Thirty years.

[likemichael]

[This is why we should be locked up. It will go down in history!]

Yeah, sure thing, Butch. [He gives him an amused smirk and a wink before he shoves his free hand in his jacket pocket, the other swinging his shotgun back and forth now. These days Dean's main vice is alcohol. Sex he doesn't go looking for, he can't bring himself to, and fried food is just every day food for him, even if he has tried to eat a little bit more carefully.] You're not wrong.

[He rose a brow at that.] That's longer than my little brother's been alive. And you say you're in your prime.

[unbreakablelion]

I can outrun you any day, Sundance. [ Gene's main vice is also alcohol. Borderline alcoholics united! Cigarettes being the second. Sex is sorely lacking in recent times. And fried food was an every day source of greasy goodness! Aw man, Mandalus better have bacon butties!

He finishes his cigarette and crushes it out before reaching for one of is hipflasks, he takes a swig and offers it to Dean. ]

[likemichael]

Yeah, sure you can.

[Dean takes a swing, after wiping the lip of the flask because he's not repeating what happened with that Siren, and he hands it back.] So, what's it like in your world? Seems like no matter how many of us come from "Earth" it's always a different kind of Earth.

[unbreakablelion]

[ Oh, it's a parallel limbo world where the dead come to move on... Yep. Best to avoid that conversation... ] Grimy, dirty and full of scum. At least what I see of it. Spend your life cleaning the gutters of criminals and it jades your view.

[likemichael]

Hey, I hear you, man. [He just wants to quit his job, and stop doing everything when the world just keeps trying to kill itself.

Instead of voicing that, he stops in his tracks as he sees what appears to be a Jefferson Starship. Vampire teeth and a wraith spike. Great.] You got a blade? You're gonna wanna take this guy's head off.

[unbreakablelion]

[ Well... there's something you don't see every day. Not that zombies are either. But well... this is weirder, alright? ]

Only got a penknife - beheading isn't exactly a common crime-fighting method.

[likemichael]

Alright, hold my gun.

[Dean shoves his sawn off shotgun at Gene, tucking his Colt down the back of his jeans and unhooking the machete on his belt.] Alright, Jefferson, you and me, mano y Starship-o.

[It takes only a few moments of circling each other before Dean swings for the Starship, ducking the spike being waved at him and beheading the monster, looking back to Gene after.]

[unbreakablelion]

[ Impressive. Very impressive. And Gene would be an idiot to think that this is the first time Dean has done something like this. And Gene likes to think he's not an idiot. The fact that Dean instantly knew how to kill it without hesitation kind of gave that fact away. ]

Nice work. ... Jefferson Starship? ... Whatever floats your boat, I suppose.