Dean couldn't resist grumbling from the back, something that sounded suspiciously like "you're the amateur" and maybe there was even a "black-eyed skank" thrown in there for good measure.
As much as he'd like to keep going at Ruby, Sam did have a point. Monster's nest or enemy territory, whatever you wanted to call it, wasn't exactly the place to get into a bitch fight no matter how much he thought it was worth it. Dean eventually fell silent as he focused on just getting through the jungle without going head over heels on a root or, hell, he didn't know. Running into a friggen jaguar or something. Where'd they even get beamed to anyway? Trucking through swamps and forests and someone's backyard he could handle, but Sam and him tended to stay closer to home when they were out on jobs and didn't exactly go all international here.
After awhile they hit a clearing, some of the trees toppled over and already looking like they were on their way to rotting, green moss crawling across the trunks. Dean supposed they must've been traveling for an hour. Two, max. Everything looked about the same, the whole reason he hated hunting in forests in the first place with their crappy line of sight.
He shifted his duffel bag to his other shoulder as he came to a stop.
“So how’re we gonna run this?” Normally he wouldn’t have to ask, Sam and him would just do their Winchester thing and deal with it, but having a third…thing on their little team threw him for a loop.
Dean’s eyes narrowed at Ruby as he went on. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not real jazzed on murdering some folks just ‘cause I was told to.”
If he’d just been told they were a camp of vampires or demons or anything, well. He probably would’ve been a lot more open to the idea. But ganking a whole camp of humans and not even knowing why bothered him more than he was willing to admit out loud.
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As much as he'd like to keep going at Ruby, Sam did have a point. Monster's nest or enemy territory, whatever you wanted to call it, wasn't exactly the place to get into a bitch fight no matter how much he thought it was worth it. Dean eventually fell silent as he focused on just getting through the jungle without going head over heels on a root or, hell, he didn't know. Running into a friggen jaguar or something. Where'd they even get beamed to anyway? Trucking through swamps and forests and someone's backyard he could handle, but Sam and him tended to stay closer to home when they were out on jobs and didn't exactly go all international here.
After awhile they hit a clearing, some of the trees toppled over and already looking like they were on their way to rotting, green moss crawling across the trunks. Dean supposed they must've been traveling for an hour. Two, max. Everything looked about the same, the whole reason he hated hunting in forests in the first place with their crappy line of sight.
He shifted his duffel bag to his other shoulder as he came to a stop.
“So how’re we gonna run this?” Normally he wouldn’t have to ask, Sam and him would just do their Winchester thing and deal with it, but having a third…thing on their little team threw him for a loop.
Dean’s eyes narrowed at Ruby as he went on. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not real jazzed on murdering some folks just ‘cause I was told to.”
If he’d just been told they were a camp of vampires or demons or anything, well. He probably would’ve been a lot more open to the idea. But ganking a whole camp of humans and not even knowing why bothered him more than he was willing to admit out loud.