A muscle in his jaw twitched. Dude, only he was allowed to call the kid "Sammy" and hearing it out of a demon's mouth and not in one of those I'm-fucking-with-you ways pissed him off more than it should. He knew he let it get to him. Didn't care either way, all he knew was it was a struggle not to go screw the mission and climb over Sam to get to Ruby.
Maybe this was like some demon passive-aggressive bitchfit 'cause Dean was skipping Hell or something. Make sure he had a demon hounding him while he was still breathing if they couldn't get him down there.
Once he was sure he wasn't gonna get tempted to circle back once Ruby was out of her body and blow her corpse's head off just to make him feel better, Dean nodded and took off, leaving Ruby the finger as he disappeared into the jungle. Leaving Sam with her didn’t sit right, but the fact was she had tons of chances to gun for his brother or him, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t have taken those. Dean resisted the urge to stomp through the jungle or kick a rock. Now wasn’t the time to get bitchy, not when there could be hostiles out there with him. Time and place and all that jazz.
It seemed to take forever making his way through the jungle. He’d opted for the crossbow, seeing as he didn’t make it a habit to go running around with silencers, and once he fired any of his guns, they were gonna know his position. Dean stepped over another one of those rotting logs, taking each step carefully and slow. Y’know, he would’ve thought a jungle would be kinda-sorta like the bogs he’d hunted in, but this was totally apples and oranges here. Made him wish Dad had gone over Anything Jungle in a lot more detail.
Probably hadn’t figured Sam would be on speaking terms with a demon, either. Probably didn’t figure a lot of things.
Dean had one of those moments where he thought he really got Dad.
Something cracked up ahead. Footsteps. Dean crouched down, flattening himself against a tree-trunk that smelled way funkier than he thought he should, and froze. Human shadow up ahead. Flashlight. Armed. Judging by the way he held that Glock, he didn’t know really how to use it. Maybe had a few point-and-shoot lessons at most. Dean waited until the sentry turned away before creeping forward. Nailing him with the crossbow might be too nosy if he started screaming on him so…yeah, probably gonna have to wing this close range. Dean kept his slow progress until he was basically right on top of the guy.
“Who – ”
Dean didn’t let him get that much out. The crossbow’s butt flashed out as he clocked the guy hard. There was a dull crack as the guard dropped to the ground in a heap, leaving Dean to blow out the breath he’d been holding without realizing it. Huh. First time he’d ever crossbow-whipped someone. Dean didn’t get to searching him immediately. So far no sign anyone was coming running. He glanced over his shoulder, listened, waited for a few minutes, and then went to work searching his pockets and clothes for anything he could use.
no subject
He stared right at Ruby, his teeth grinding.
A muscle in his jaw twitched. Dude, only he was allowed to call the kid "Sammy" and hearing it out of a demon's mouth and not in one of those I'm-fucking-with-you ways pissed him off more than it should. He knew he let it get to him. Didn't care either way, all he knew was it was a struggle not to go screw the mission and climb over Sam to get to Ruby.
Maybe this was like some demon passive-aggressive bitchfit 'cause Dean was skipping Hell or something. Make sure he had a demon hounding him while he was still breathing if they couldn't get him down there.
Once he was sure he wasn't gonna get tempted to circle back once Ruby was out of her body and blow her corpse's head off just to make him feel better, Dean nodded and took off, leaving Ruby the finger as he disappeared into the jungle. Leaving Sam with her didn’t sit right, but the fact was she had tons of chances to gun for his brother or him, so it wasn’t like she couldn’t have taken those. Dean resisted the urge to stomp through the jungle or kick a rock. Now wasn’t the time to get bitchy, not when there could be hostiles out there with him. Time and place and all that jazz.
It seemed to take forever making his way through the jungle. He’d opted for the crossbow, seeing as he didn’t make it a habit to go running around with silencers, and once he fired any of his guns, they were gonna know his position. Dean stepped over another one of those rotting logs, taking each step carefully and slow. Y’know, he would’ve thought a jungle would be kinda-sorta like the bogs he’d hunted in, but this was totally apples and oranges here. Made him wish Dad had gone over Anything Jungle in a lot more detail.
Probably hadn’t figured Sam would be on speaking terms with a demon, either. Probably didn’t figure a lot of things.
Dean had one of those moments where he thought he really got Dad.
Something cracked up ahead. Footsteps. Dean crouched down, flattening himself against a tree-trunk that smelled way funkier than he thought he should, and froze. Human shadow up ahead. Flashlight. Armed. Judging by the way he held that Glock, he didn’t know really how to use it. Maybe had a few point-and-shoot lessons at most. Dean waited until the sentry turned away before creeping forward. Nailing him with the crossbow might be too nosy if he started screaming on him so…yeah, probably gonna have to wing this close range. Dean kept his slow progress until he was basically right on top of the guy.
“Who – ”
Dean didn’t let him get that much out. The crossbow’s butt flashed out as he clocked the guy hard. There was a dull crack as the guard dropped to the ground in a heap, leaving Dean to blow out the breath he’d been holding without realizing it. Huh. First time he’d ever crossbow-whipped someone. Dean didn’t get to searching him immediately. So far no sign anyone was coming running. He glanced over his shoulder, listened, waited for a few minutes, and then went to work searching his pockets and clothes for anything he could use.
He came up with a grenade.
Oh, hell yes.