[Dean has been hunting all evening, trawling through the small town with a knife tucked into the back of his jeans. He swears at the mist, at the way it clogs up all of the airways. He's pushing his way through the undergrowth when he almost barrells into the angel]
[ The angel turns to face Dean, as sudden as his approach was. The fog was heavy enough that any person with common sense would have surely stayed inside to avoid any risks. Which left him and Dean to finding whatever it was that was lurking out here. ]
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Woah.
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[ The angel turns to face Dean, as sudden as his approach was. The fog was heavy enough that any person with common sense would have surely stayed inside to avoid any risks. Which left him and Dean to finding whatever it was that was lurking out here. ]
Any luck?
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