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smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, “Ben” is an NPC. Just some more SPN/DA crack. Fun times.]
494 didn't get it. It was the one thing on this mission that he just flat out didn't understand. Why the sewers? It was, in 494's opinion, against everything in an X5. Even a stone crazy one.
It was closed in, had no view, stank to high heaven. And then there were those piles of. . .of goo everywhere. It made him want to up chuck.
The nest itself made sense to him. At least it would if he were as delusional as his twin. Manticore mantras and a well tended arsenal. The part that really creeped him out though was the tattooers tools. Or more accurately what they were used for. He couldn't stop his hand from coming up to cover his own barcode.
"Suicidal nut case is what you are."
"So the guy's holed up in there, huh?" Dean said with a glance over at his brother as they armed up from the trunk of the Impala. It'd been over ten years since Dean'd first had his face stolen by a shapeshifter, and he'd be damned if they still didn't enjoy passing it around. Not that he minded all that much. He was happy to fight a normal monster as oppose to a demon or something worse -- he'd lost his taste for demons during the war to stop the end of the world -- but he still would appreciate if they would look past the fact that he was a handsome son of a bitch and just let him be.
"That's what all the signs point to," Sam said with a nod. "Tracked him back here after his last kill. Which -- was really something else."
"Don't have to tell me -- I was there, remember?" Dean slipped the gun with the silver bullets into his pants at the small of his back before closing the trunk behind them and looking down at the manhole in front of them. "Well, after you, Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes before dropping down through the hole and waiting for his brother to follow him. Dean slid down soon after and they started to make their way towards where the lair was located, flashlights lighting up the sewer in front of them. By the time they reached the entrance to his holding room, they were surprised to find him already there -- they thought they were going to be doing the lying in wait thing for a while. Dean reached for the gun at his back, before leveling it at the kid in front of him.
"You really think that we were going to keep letting you kill people?"
( *** )
smart_alec494. Sam = imnot_likeyou, “Ben” is an NPC. Just some more SPN/DA crack. Fun times.]494 didn't get it. It was the one thing on this mission that he just flat out didn't understand. Why the sewers? It was, in 494's opinion, against everything in an X5. Even a stone crazy one.
It was closed in, had no view, stank to high heaven. And then there were those piles of. . .of goo everywhere. It made him want to up chuck.
The nest itself made sense to him. At least it would if he were as delusional as his twin. Manticore mantras and a well tended arsenal. The part that really creeped him out though was the tattooers tools. Or more accurately what they were used for. He couldn't stop his hand from coming up to cover his own barcode.
"Suicidal nut case is what you are."
"So the guy's holed up in there, huh?" Dean said with a glance over at his brother as they armed up from the trunk of the Impala. It'd been over ten years since Dean'd first had his face stolen by a shapeshifter, and he'd be damned if they still didn't enjoy passing it around. Not that he minded all that much. He was happy to fight a normal monster as oppose to a demon or something worse -- he'd lost his taste for demons during the war to stop the end of the world -- but he still would appreciate if they would look past the fact that he was a handsome son of a bitch and just let him be.
"That's what all the signs point to," Sam said with a nod. "Tracked him back here after his last kill. Which -- was really something else."
"Don't have to tell me -- I was there, remember?" Dean slipped the gun with the silver bullets into his pants at the small of his back before closing the trunk behind them and looking down at the manhole in front of them. "Well, after you, Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes before dropping down through the hole and waiting for his brother to follow him. Dean slid down soon after and they started to make their way towards where the lair was located, flashlights lighting up the sewer in front of them. By the time they reached the entrance to his holding room, they were surprised to find him already there -- they thought they were going to be doing the lying in wait thing for a while. Dean reached for the gun at his back, before leveling it at the kid in front of him.
"You really think that we were going to keep letting you kill people?"
( *** )
