( the young brunette pops up, almost from nowhere (thanks purgatory senses) and dean brings his sharp stick up in front of him, stiffening. she looks like she's suffering, like the cold's getting to her. if dean's honest with himself, the cold is getting to him, too. but, dean always plays through. if he thinks about hypothermia or frostbite, he'll think about everything else.
one thing at a time.
he draws back the stick only slightly. this could be a trick. he's seen his fair share of possessed brunettes. possessed blondes. vamps. werewolves. you name it.
he doesn't let his guard down yet. )
Yeah. You woke up in the woods? ( it's impossible to miss that she won't make it in the woods much longer, that neither of them will if they don't find something other than a gaping chasm. unless she's faking. ) What's your name?
no subject
one thing at a time.
he draws back the stick only slightly. this could be a trick. he's seen his fair share of possessed brunettes. possessed blondes. vamps. werewolves. you name it.
he doesn't let his guard down yet. )
Yeah. You woke up in the woods? ( it's impossible to miss that she won't make it in the woods much longer, that neither of them will if they don't find something other than a gaping chasm. unless she's faking. ) What's your name?