{━ ʷᵃʳʳᶤᵒʳ ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍ }

( PIP )​

     ‘ alright, alright. ‘

a fist moved to shove the glass door ( which was quite heavy, if he did say so, ) abroad and stepped through it. an arm remained holding it for the boy, simply out of manners, and his expression remained neutral. 

   ‘ you do know that i could be JUST AS paranoid as you are,      right ? there’s a reason hunters go after you. but hey, if you      don’t kill me and drag my body into the woods, maybe i’ll      buy you dinner and take you out on a romantic night on the town. ‘

he did his best to erase the sarcasm from his voice, although it had only been an effort to lighten the mood. with a slam, the trunk was  locked again with his artillery inside. it was go-time.       ‘ so. let’s talk. ‘

( MOLLY )​

‘ nice to meet ‘ya, molly. that’s a nice   photo, you know. ‘ 

     the hunter was careful to remember whatever      ridiculous alias he’d had picked this time, and      did his best to belt it out with CONFIDENCE.

    ‘ tony. vandewalker. we’re looking into the case of       a kathleen woodson, would’ve been admitted to       your custody about two weeks ago, i believe. ‘

( JO )​

     LEAD-HEAVY feet were swung from the cheap, thin motel      mattress and landed with a thud on the floor. wood creaked      beneath every step dean made towards the knocking, and       his hand rested on the knob for a few moments before swinging      the door open. 

 ‘ hey, jo. it’s been a, uh, ━━━ a while. ‘

     the hunter stepped to the side, widening the walkway into the room      to give the blonde an opportunity to enter. his throat was already       beginning to feel as if he’d swallowed a rock, which SUCKED. dean      hated nothing more than looking all friggin’ pathetic, especially in      front of JOANNA. 

    ‘ how have you been ? ‘

( PIP )​

    ‘ YEAH, that’s what i just said i’d do, kid.        i’m not tryin’ to do you dirty, alright ? do       you want to FOLLOW me all the way there        and watch me close my car, too ? ‘ 

he’d heard of this case in the most VULNERABLE way for this boy and his friends sake ━ if there were others. but, from everything he’d learned over his life about werewolves, they HARDLY travelled alone. it’d be a first, really. it was being discussed over some good ol’ BUDLIGHT between several of his dad’s buddies at the roadhouse. at least dean got there before anyone else did, considering comments about making a WOLF fur rug. 

( ??? )​

    ‘ oh of course, miss. ‘ 

and with that, a cheap-leather badge was flashed just fast enough to HOPEFULLY mask the fact that it was from a low-bar fake ID shop, and crafted by a 19 year old. cue a glimmering, scam artist grin.

       ‘ i didn’t quite catch your name. ‘

( ??? )​

‘ i’m with the FBI. we’re doing an, uh, investigation.   there’s a body i need to check out, if you could help   with that. for the sake of CRIMINAL JUSTICE. ‘

sometimes it scared him how EASILY lying came to him.

( JO )​

      the line for the LITTLE BOY’S ROOM       was taking a suspicious amount of time.       especially considering the factor that dean       was the ONLY person waiting for it. boots       tapped against linoleum flooring, five minutes       had gone by. then five more. a fist banged on        the door. ‘ hey, bud, hurry up, would y’? ‘       no answer. odd. kicking down the DOOR was       probably a bad idea, so he turned and walked       back towards his favorite BLONDE.

‘ somebody’s havin’ some stomach trouble.   they’ve gotta gone in the bathroom like, thirty   minutes ago. that sound normal to you ? ‘

( JO )​

     ‘ motel six. lincoln park. y’know, couple o’        miles from the roadhouse. i was goin’ to        stop by and visit, but ━━━━ somethin’        came up. ‘

the news had been hard enough to break to HIMSELF, he hadn’t been able to muster up the courage to let the words tumble out. not to ellen, not to jo. it still didn’t feel REAL to  dean. before she had a chance to speak again, the phone was clicked shut and tossed across the minuscule, dusty motel room. if she were coming, she’d get here eventually. until then, IF there was a then, he was to be buried in a  grave of BLANKETS and PILLOWS. 

( JO )​

      { the ROUGHEST year in a man’s life was the       first year without someone he’d never expected       to live WITHOUT. now, everyone handles their own       grief in a different way. dean’s method of choice was       to simply shut down, to turn off. he would go to a dark,       empty place where the world couldn’t find him, and where       he couldn’t find the world. he was raised with a shotgun       under his bed, and one specific instruction above all else:            PROTECT SAMMY.        how the hell was he supposed to face his father now ? what       could he even say ? their family was already broken up enough,       and yet he’d divided it nearly double. it all HAPPENED when the       impala was SIDE SLAMMED by the truck. dean had already been       pretty bashed up from their hunt, and that added insult to injury:       literally. he was supposed to DIE in that hospital, and everyone had       been shocked when he woke up, unscathed.                 sam had made a deal.         he knew he was taking this out on jo. he’d barely said a word to her in        a week, and whenever she’d gotten close he shrugged her away. it wasn’t        right. and deep down, dean knew that; but he felt shattered. a cell phone -         the cheapest one that a gas station could offer him - was clutched tight        and shoved against his ear. after several rings, a soft & familiar voice lit       up the line. }

         ‘ could you come here ? please ? ‘

( QUCSTIONING)​

     ‘ hey, buddy, i don’t mean to        OFFEND, but i really don’t         uh, swing that way. i’m quite        FLATTERED, though. how ‘bout        a couple o’ beers on me instead ? ‘

( PIP )​

      a pang of hesitation contorted at his lips &       eyes. a mouth was pursed shut before yet       another harsh whisper was released from it.       he truly had noticed the GOOD within this kid,       and he for sure didn’t think working in an every       day DEPARTMENT store was a signature look        for a MURDERER.

   ‘ you’re going to trust me, because      i know what you are. and BELIEVE      it when i say that if i wanted to smoke      you out, you’d already be dead. look,       i ain’t the only hunter out there, and i       am DEFINITELY not the cruelest. i’m       giving you a chance to TALK. that’s more      than somebody else would give you,       so if i were you, i’d take the RISK. ‘

    he shook his head slightly, with a calloused hand     raising to rub at the stubble covering his chin. 

    ‘ i swear to god, i will lock my gun in my car and       be VULNERABLE to you. no funny business. ok,       KID ? ‘

( GWENMATORY )​

    ‘ watch who you’re pointing a        GUN at, would you ? i’m not       a friggin’ shifter. ‘