Honestly, the oncoming storm was a bit much in terms of drama. As if stumbling through dark woods running for your life under a full moon wasn't enough, it had to threaten to rain as well
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[Dean pushes the door closed, pushing a chair against the door, and glancing around for more furniture to block the door, before pulling a shelf that looked like it had seen better days against the door. He took a few moments to catch his breath, wiping the sweat out of his eyes and doing a quick physical check. Fingers still intact? Check. Teeth still there? Check. Not missing heart? Yep.
After a beat, he moved to Bela, setting the on his shoulder down beside her.]
"Don't be ridiculous", Bela sighed, just a little bit concerned, "You're not that petty", and the thought sinks home that it's her left arm that was clawed, and she's not sure she can shoot with it at all. She circled around the couch towards him, and the last bit, very quiet, very clipped, "And I never said I hated you."
Hey, I offered help and you don't want it. Last I checked, my help is keeping us in this cabin and your arm from oozing everywhere. So if you wanna argue, you can go back out there and let that thing make kibbles and bits outta the rest of you.
[A bit harsh, but Dean is short on patience these days. In a fit of perfect timing, like something right out of a horror movie, the monster let out a howl in the not too far distance.]
Bela didn't get a chance to let loose a snappy reply before the howl rang out. She bit her lip worriedly and glanced at the door. The air seemed to drop several degrees as well, but she knew that was just her.
[Dean is half tempted to ask about what happens after tonight, and the question hangs on his lips for a moment before he swallows it down, moving to sit back on the floor against his duffel bag. ]
After tonight? Who knew? Most likely he'd go back to his usual practice of calling her a bitch at gunpoint and she'd return to her own business. Wind lashed at branches and lightening flashed outside, Even inside the relatively dry cabin it was freezing. Bela glanced about, spotting a dusty fireplace in the corner.
[Dean wiggled his fingers, willing blood back into them. It got colder than he'd expected, but he wasn't doing too bad. Benefits of so many layers. Dean tucked his hands into his pockets. He had a small sleeping bag in his duffel, but he didn't want to get too comfy in case that thing found a way to break in.]
"A bit", she admitted, wrapping her uninjured arm around herself against her side. Her jacket was too thin for this weather, and the sweater she wore underneath it not much better. Besides, both were wet with blood and the beginnings of the rainstorm.
[Dean stood, noting the stiffness in his limbs. If he was starting to get cold even under all of his layers, Bela must be freezing.He moved through the cabin, collecting bits of scrap wood and setting them up in the fireplace.]
Thing probably hasn't been used in decades... hopefully doesn't burn the place down.
Bela almost laughed, but her teeth threatened to chatter as she did, "With our luck...it just might." She drew her knees up to her chest, trying to conserve heat.
After a beat, he moved to Bela, setting the on his shoulder down beside her.]
Let me check out that arm.
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I think the things you don't know about me would surprise you, Bela.
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"That goes both ways", she tossed back, arching an eyebrow, holding her ground.
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[A bit harsh, but Dean is short on patience these days. In a fit of perfect timing, like something right out of a horror movie, the monster let out a howl in the not too far distance.]
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Good.
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Cold?
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But they had bigger problems.
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Well, do you want me to start a fire? Or is that too much help?
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Thing probably hasn't been used in decades... hopefully doesn't burn the place down.
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