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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 2:46:35 GMT
She hadn't directly killed anyone. Oh that was just great. So, what she set something up? Oh dear Arwen, what had she gotten herself into? So Sam was knocked out, but seemingly safe, Fawn was in the most direct danger. According to a source he wasn't sure he could trust. Well he was here to slaughter them anyways. "Sam Fawn and I are going to kill the entire pack, so you better decide your allegiances, fast, or I'll choose for you, and it won't be pretty." he said. There was a part of him telling her to give her another chance, one last chance before he decided wether or not to kill her. Part of him didn't want to kill her, that's probably why he was giving her the chance. "As for me, I'll take my chances with the shifters, and if I go down I go down swinging and taking them with me. So you do you, and I'll do me." Dean said, his own gaze as hard as hers. Until Arwen gave him a reason to trust her again, after going and joining a gang of shifters, he wouldn't trust her. Sam would probably be more gentle, more than Dean at least, but she had Dean on her hands. Speaking of Sam...
Well Sam was starting to wake up again. No he wasn't up yet, but he would be soon. A brick would knock him out for only so long, it'd be in her best interests to check on him again. Knowing Sam, when he woke up he'd go right back to trying to get to Fawn again. Whoops.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 2:55:15 GMT
//*sings because I get the referance* sugar we're goin' down swinging
Arwen groaned. "Oh for sky-dog's sake, Dean! Get it through your thick skull, that I'm here to help you dammit! This pack, it's nothing compared to the one I led. I'm choosing you; if I hadn't, I would have sounded the alarm and you all would be deader than door knobs." Her voice was extremely annoyed and she wanted to punch him. Not a wise chouce, but. Dang it, why couldn't he just understand, she was trying to keep them alive? Why was he so salty towards her? What had she done? Sure, she joined a pack, but she had reasons. He'd be dead by now if it wasn't for her! Couldn't she get a simple thank you? "Leave her Dean! She's dead by now, and if she's not... I'll retrieve her myself!" She growled. "Right now, I'm your best shot of getting all three of you out of here; dead and alive. You, come get your brother, and I, will go find her. I owe her." She added, attempting to make a deal.
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 3:10:13 GMT
Why was he so salty? Salty was his middle name. Effective against ghosts, demons, and people he found annoying. "Don't flatter yourself sweetheart." he said with a fake smile, the way Dean did it. He didn't mean anything by the term sweetheart, he just used the term. "If she's dead I'll find that out myself, now if you'll excuse me I've got a job to do." Dean said, deciding he was done arguing with her and turned around and started walking off, pulling out his gun again for if it were needed. If he trusted what she was saying, yeah he'd be easier to work with. But Dean would be Dean and nothing would stop that.
im sorry I know that it wasn't supposed to happen this way but he's just kind of writing himself ahhhhhh
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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 3:18:26 GMT
//either way, at the rate he's going, they're all going to get captured.
Arwen growled lowly. "Fine, Dean." She muttered, watching him. Dang it. "What ever happened to the trust we once had, huh?" She called after him before turning around and stalking off to check on Sam. "Jackass." She muttered. If he wanted to get himself, so be it.
//doffen.
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 3:35:25 GMT
Finally she was working with him. Agreeing with him, well a little bit. "It vanished along with you." he called back. He wasn't always the best at comebacks, but he was confident that one was good. They both went their own ways, he was happy with that. But there was still a part of him that hoped she would regain his trust, prove that she wasn't going to run off and sell him out. That part was louder than the part that was his hunting instinct, drilled into him, telling him to shoot her dead and be done with. Put a bullet in her heart, give the skinwalker of herself what she needed. Fighting this, he continued walking, bringing his pace a bit faster to hopefully get to fawn, alive.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 11:48:47 GMT
Ouch. That stung just a little bit. Arwen flinched though. Why was he acting this way? She left because she thought she was doing good; she had always been more of a loner. Infact, she had even wanted to leave this pack and, she would have if she thought they wouldn't hunt her down and kill her. Her mind wandered back to when the two had went on a stargazing date. He trusted her then, why now? Surely he had had one night stands before.
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 15:02:51 GMT
The Arwen Dean was seeing now wasn't the Dean she had seen all those days ago. This Dean was a Dean with a hunting face on, a Dean determined to kill whatever monster(s) they were hunting that time. Maybe if they met up again differently, maybe if she had called after running away- or answered his calls. At first he'd admit he had been worried for her, but as time went on and she didn't turn up and they didn't get the faintest trace of a lead, he gave up. Got over her. Now that he learned she had joined the pack of the very things he was hunting? She was already a skinwalker, her luck was running out. There was a small part of him that remembered the date they had been on, the kisses they had shared, how those beautiful blue eyes had been so hypnotizing, and wanted to bring that back. Wanted to trust her again. Too bad it was a small part, masked by his current hunting face. He had had one night stands before, and they were one night for a reason. She'd have to earn his trust again, but for now he was walking up the stairs that Fawn and Sam had earlier, hoping that he'd find fawn and Sam there alive, hoping he could just them out if needed. So many hopes and not enough facts.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 11, 2016 1:53:35 GMT
Upon arriving at the crates, Arwen took note that the male had stirred. She sighed crouching nearby to act as a watcher as he slept. "Your brother is an idiot." She said, wondering if he could hear her. "But he's my idiot." She added, almost mouthing the words she was so quiet. She jumped when she heard something and looked around, pulling the crates silently so it hid them both. Was it a pack member? She hoped not.
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Post by Timur on Oct 13, 2016 4:23:08 GMT
If the sounds that had sounded hadn't sounded, then it probably would of taken a bit longer for him to wake up. However, the sounds were picked up by his ears and that worked to basically jump start his system, and Sam would reawaken into consciousness. His eyes blinked open and he groaned, attempting to roll over so he could get up. He saw the shape of someone near him, and he instantly grew wary and reached for his gun- crap he must of dropped it. It wasn't where it usually was, that meant it was somewheres else. Then his vision came fully into focus and, wait was that Arwen? "Arwen? What, what are you doing here?" he asked, still recovering from the brick to the head. He also noticed a throbbing where he had been hit, something else he would ask about soon enough. By now he was back on his feet, but squatting because Arwen was, so it was probably a good idea. Why they were squatting wasn't clear to him- but soon would be. At least he wasn't being stupid right now.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 13, 2016 4:31:24 GMT
Arwen turned her head slightly towards him before focusing on the noises once again. "Saving your life." She whispered once he was beside her. She narrowed her eyes, moving a bit so she could see better. Shadows. She gave the signal for Sam to be quiet and froze, remain as still as possible to keep the two hidden. The footsteps passed a few seconds later, allowing Arwen to release a deep breath. She hadn't realized it but she had been holding her breath. "Your brother is being stupid." She growled to Sam.
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Post by Timur on Oct 13, 2016 4:43:52 GMT
Saving his life? Sam would of responded, but he heard footsteps and was signaled to be quite. Why waste their cover on whatever that was on a comeback? Then they passed, and well "That sounds about right. Where is he now?" Sam said quietly in reply. He would stretch up just enough to peer over the crates and saw the humanoids, probably shifters, vanishing at the end of the hallways. Great. He really needed his gun, it would be really helpful right about soon.
Dean would be up the stairwell by now, hiding just out of view were the door to open. He would as quietly as possible go up to the door, and press his ear against it. Well he couldn't hear anything, that could be either good or bad. Well, there was only one way to find out was there? He checked his gun again, made sure it was ready to fire with the pull of a trigger just in case, and reached out to the doorknob. He hesitated, then took a deep breath and tested to door. It was unlocked, and swung open easy. And there in the center or the room was something he never wanted to see.
Sam wasn't there, but Fawn was. He couldn't tell if she was conscious or not because of the lighting, but he could see her form gently rising and falling in what would be breathing. He saw this as he quickly walked towards her So she was alive, that was good. There didn't seem to be anyone else there, which was also good. But there was still room for things to go wrong, so he had to be cautious. "Fawnpelt, hey Fawn." he whispered, gently "slapping" her face. It was the motion of slapping, but it wasn't hard enough to be considered a slap. Really it was to see if she was conscious. Hopefully she wouldn't think he was a shifter, but he would wait just a moment more for some sort of reply before taking off the gag that was keeping her from speaking. So far so good.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 13, 2016 4:50:52 GMT
Arwen huffed. "Saving the woman that pushed you out the window I suppose." She growled, moving so she could peer around. Nothing at all. "Wouldn't suggest following them." She added, giving him a warning look out of the corner of her eye.
Oh. Somebody was here. Fawn could care less right now, considering where she was sitting. Probably a shifter, here to punch her or something. She had put up a good fight; you could tell by the blood stains. However the person spoke and lightly slapped her. She thought about taking a good chomp out of his hand until she remembered she was gagged. She instead looked up, a wild look in her green eyes. Dean. He had to get out of here! She Jerard her head to the door, saying nothing for the gag, but hoping he would get the message and leave. But, knowing Dean he wouldn't leave her here. And he would get captured.
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Post by Timur on Oct 13, 2016 5:04:35 GMT
Sam had remembered that Fawn had pushed him out the window, and was probably somewheres in a horrible situation, and well he felt a strong urge to go and find her, but since the passing footsteps he really couldn't of. Arwen spoke again, and he would reply with a solemn look. He couldn't just stay there. He had to go find her. He had to go help her, assuming it wasn't too late. "I have to go find her, it's my fault she's by herself in the first place. I can't just leave her, and what, let her get killed by shifters?" he said, having to push the thought of her death to the edge of his mind quickly. He was glad that they had their bond, it would come in handy right about now. Fawn? he would ask tentatively. Well he was able to send the message, that meant she was alive at the very least, and he was relieved at that. Now he just had to hope for a reply, and once Arwen replied to his spoken statement he would likely get up, but of course that depends on her response.
Dean noticed the bloodstains when he got closed, and hoped is was the shifter's blood. Fawn looked up and jerked her head to the door, probably telling him to get out. Him? Leave? What was this the start of some sort of bad joke? "Woah clam down there." Dean would comment, reaching to try and take of her gag. Once that was done, assuming there wasn't any delays, he would likely go to untieing her. He just hoped their lucky streak lasted.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 13, 2016 5:12:06 GMT
Fawn ignored Sam for the time being, instead focusing on his brother. The gag was removed and she could taste the air. "Dean! You got to go!" She hissed to him, agitated that he didn't listen. How stupid was he? Like seriously! How hard wad it to just get up and walk out a door? Oh. Too late. The flashes of pale yellow informed her the shifters were here and she dropped her head in defeat.
Great that was two. Arwen sighed. "I owe her anyways." She muttered. "Anybody asks, you're my prisoner." She hissed to Sam, rising up and preparing to shove him ahead of her.
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Post by Timur on Oct 16, 2016 17:43:05 GMT
When you were Dean, it was actually surprisingly hard. He could get pretty stupid at times, but this was the way he had been raised. Help others, it doesn't matter if you get hurt as long as your family and anyone who accidentally got tangled up in it were safe. He had been raised to hunt, to save people. Saving people. Hunting things. The family business. So no he wouldn't walk out of the door, even after Fawn told him to. He saw the girl's head drop again, and at first he didn't know why. So he looked around and- well crap.
Dean would rise to his full height, gun ready to shoot and slaughter them. "What a wonderful surprise." one shifter said, smiling rather creepily. "Dean Winchester. You know, after all I've heard about you, I never thought you were this stupid." It continued. "Well your stupid-er." Dean shot back. Ah. Another one of his famous comebacks. Dean decided to get down to business and aimed his gun at one of the shifters, but was interrupted by them. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, you're hopelessly outnumbered." It said again, knowing it had the upper hand. Well Dean didn't care, did he? "Well whoop-de-friggin-do you've got an advantage. I don't care." he said, and then fired the gun. Well that shifter was down, literally. It hit the ground with a thud, and that's when it got chaotic.
She was trying to act like she was in charge was she? Sam noticed it, she tried to act like she was leading him. In a way, at least that's how he interpreted her words and actions. She rose, so Sam did too, easily coming to be taller than her. Prisoner? Why would he be her prisoner? There was something here he didn't know. "Why would I be your "prisoner"?" he asked, his mind developing some possibilities and none of them good, so his voice probably came out as accusing by accident. Sam fixed the female with a rather harsh stare/borderline bitchface. If he was supposed to act like her prisoner, then the reason why couldn't be good.
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