Yeah, like being told this guy was not a regular human was really going to do wonders making him suddenly feel cool about this. Assuming he really could sense the future or timelines, Dean felt plain skeeved out. Sure, okay, yeah, maybe it could be a really cool power if you used it right (save a lot of lives, maybe score big on the lotto, and that was just off the top of his head), but in his experience, most of the people with abilities ended up abusing them. It wasn't a perfect world and it didn't much matter if it was on purpose or an accident. Folks got hurt and then it was their job to step in.
Having this guy say he “just” could sense the future, like it was no biggie, wasn’t exactly making him feel any more chill about this. Made you wonder what else he could do that made seeing the future seem like it was a bad draw.
Still, human or something else, Dean couldn’t believe he was being so friggen upfront about it. Most of the crap they ran into there was usually some kind of camouflage, something that got them in through the door and so close to whoever the poor bastard was on the menu that it was too late, doubts or not. Having a questionable something sitting only a foot away giving him these eyes and going on about shooting supernatural blanks wasn’t something he’d had much experience with. Sam was trying to handle it as best as he could. They didn’t know what exactly this guy was – or it was, if they weren’t dealing with a human – and since the stranger was in a chatty, sharing-and-caring mood, he supposed it couldn’t hurt to ask point blank what it was. The fact that this was even an option was all kinds of weird, though. It was just another one of those things; guys like Sam and him, they hunted the monsters ‘cause they asked for it and that was just how it was supposed to be.
Having a possible thing just sitting there calmly telling them it had a grab bag of powers and it knew them was just way too freaky.
Dean cupped his hand in his chin, elbow propped on the table, looking more at ease then he felt. He would’ve felt a lot better if the monsters here just behaved like they used to. He wasn’t going to say back home, but back outside Landels, vampire bites didn’t burn cold and there was no such thing as Romero zombies. There wasn’t some grand master plan. Just a job that needed doing. It still needed doing. It didn’t feel that simple any more, Dean thought, and looking at Thousand Yard there right in the face, he couldn’t see any tells that would betray him for some bloodthirsty freak. It did occur to him the guy could be seriously telling the truth. It’d explain the lack of tells since there wouldn’t be any. But if this guy had powers and he supposedly knew them in the future, then he had to have some kind of ulterior motive, right? Eye for an eye or something.
He got this far being nice and paranoid thanks to Dad’s training; Dean wasn’t ready to give that up now.
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Having this guy say he “just” could sense the future, like it was no biggie, wasn’t exactly making him feel any more chill about this. Made you wonder what else he could do that made seeing the future seem like it was a bad draw.
Still, human or something else, Dean couldn’t believe he was being so friggen upfront about it. Most of the crap they ran into there was usually some kind of camouflage, something that got them in through the door and so close to whoever the poor bastard was on the menu that it was too late, doubts or not. Having a questionable something sitting only a foot away giving him these eyes and going on about shooting supernatural blanks wasn’t something he’d had much experience with. Sam was trying to handle it as best as he could. They didn’t know what exactly this guy was – or it was, if they weren’t dealing with a human – and since the stranger was in a chatty, sharing-and-caring mood, he supposed it couldn’t hurt to ask point blank what it was. The fact that this was even an option was all kinds of weird, though. It was just another one of those things; guys like Sam and him, they hunted the monsters ‘cause they asked for it and that was just how it was supposed to be.
Having a possible thing just sitting there calmly telling them it had a grab bag of powers and it knew them was just way too freaky.
Dean cupped his hand in his chin, elbow propped on the table, looking more at ease then he felt. He would’ve felt a lot better if the monsters here just behaved like they used to. He wasn’t going to say back home, but back outside Landels, vampire bites didn’t burn cold and there was no such thing as Romero zombies. There wasn’t some grand master plan. Just a job that needed doing. It still needed doing. It didn’t feel that simple any more, Dean thought, and looking at Thousand Yard there right in the face, he couldn’t see any tells that would betray him for some bloodthirsty freak. It did occur to him the guy could be seriously telling the truth. It’d explain the lack of tells since there wouldn’t be any. But if this guy had powers and he supposedly knew them in the future, then he had to have some kind of ulterior motive, right? Eye for an eye or something.
He got this far being nice and paranoid thanks to Dad’s training; Dean wasn’t ready to give that up now.