Dean wrote a mental note to himself that, assuming he ever survived Landels, he was sure as hell gonna start packing grenades. Nice, healthy, awesome fun. He’d even go so far as to say it was like some all-American thing you just had to try at least once.
At least there were some pluses about this whacked out field trip.
He booked it back the way he’d come, retracing his steps and catching glimpses of the spreading fire through the trees. If Ruby had done her job, she’d gotten everyone out of the way before Sam went pyro on the place. Looked like from here that Sam had done a pretty bang-up job on that front, Dean able to feel the heat washing against his face and arms despite the jungle’s humidity. He was sure some tree-hugger was probably having an ulcer over this. Dean shoved the thought out of his mind as he focused on getting back to the others. Pretty sure this was the right way. From what he’d seen, most of the rebels had beat a retreat down that mud road; still, he figured you never knew if some stragglers were still in the forest or circling around lost, and all it would take was one getting lucky and running into him. Dean kept his sawed-off pointed down, ready to use it if one of them came gunning for him.
He lost track of how long it took him to get back. Too much to hope that Ruby hadn’t made it back to her body, the demon wide awake with Sam and – and –
What the hell was that? Was that a friggen jaguar?
Dean stared. Holy crap. Did Sam just shank one in the face? He totally did. Despite how pissed and disappointed he was with the kid, Dean had to say that was kinda awesome. You could hunt all the chupacabras and wendigos you wanted. That was just part of the job. But Sam killing a jaguar was pretty badass, he had to give the kid some credit.
“Nice going, Tarzan.” Dean actually cracked a smile. He reached up to wipe the soot and grime from his cheek, still ogling that jaguar. Man, that was way, way cooler than anything he ever hunted. “C’mon, let’s head back before they start coming back to investigate.”
He didn’t think it was too likely, but hey, you never knew.
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Dean wrote a mental note to himself that, assuming he ever survived Landels, he was sure as hell gonna start packing grenades. Nice, healthy, awesome fun. He’d even go so far as to say it was like some all-American thing you just had to try at least once.
At least there were some pluses about this whacked out field trip.
He booked it back the way he’d come, retracing his steps and catching glimpses of the spreading fire through the trees. If Ruby had done her job, she’d gotten everyone out of the way before Sam went pyro on the place. Looked like from here that Sam had done a pretty bang-up job on that front, Dean able to feel the heat washing against his face and arms despite the jungle’s humidity. He was sure some tree-hugger was probably having an ulcer over this. Dean shoved the thought out of his mind as he focused on getting back to the others. Pretty sure this was the right way. From what he’d seen, most of the rebels had beat a retreat down that mud road; still, he figured you never knew if some stragglers were still in the forest or circling around lost, and all it would take was one getting lucky and running into him. Dean kept his sawed-off pointed down, ready to use it if one of them came gunning for him.
He lost track of how long it took him to get back. Too much to hope that Ruby hadn’t made it back to her body, the demon wide awake with Sam and – and –
What the hell was that? Was that a friggen jaguar?
Dean stared. Holy crap. Did Sam just shank one in the face? He totally did. Despite how pissed and disappointed he was with the kid, Dean had to say that was kinda awesome. You could hunt all the chupacabras and wendigos you wanted. That was just part of the job. But Sam killing a jaguar was pretty badass, he had to give the kid some credit.
“Nice going, Tarzan.” Dean actually cracked a smile. He reached up to wipe the soot and grime from his cheek, still ogling that jaguar. Man, that was way, way cooler than anything he ever hunted. “C’mon, let’s head back before they start coming back to investigate.”
He didn’t think it was too likely, but hey, you never knew.