Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 13, 2015 22:57:25 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE SEVENTEEN.
Dean had three separate guns out on a towel in front of him, all taken apart expertly. He was in the process of cleaning them when Sam stepped through the motel room door, loosening his tie with one hand. "You see him" Dean questioned without looking up. "Yeah." Sam took the chair opposite Dean, leaning back in it comfortably. Dean continued cleaning, but he glanced up this time, sparing a glance for Sam. "And this lawyer guy's the first heart-free corpse in town?" Sam got to his feet, crossed to the kitchenette and pulled a beer from the 'fridge, which he brought back to the table with him. "First man" he corrected, opening his beer and taking a sip after tossing aside the cap. "Over the last year, a handful of women have gone missing. Their bodies washed up dead a few days later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw any firm conclusions." He took another sip of beer. "But no hearts" Dean clarified. "No hearts" Sam confirmed. Dean started to put the first gun back together now that it was cleaned. "And the lunar cycle?" Sam nodded. "Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon"- "Which is this week right" Dean interrupted. Sam rested his half-empty beer bottle on the table. "Hence the lawyer." Dean couldn't help it. His expression took on one of pure cheeriness. "Awesome."
Sam tried to conceal his own grin. "Dean...could you BE more a geek about this?" Dean slid back the pistol's slide, finishing up its reconstruction, and set it on the table before standing and venturing to the kitchenette for his own beer. "I’m sorry, man, but what about “a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight” don’t you understand?" He leaned up against the living room's entryway doorframe. "I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven’t seen one since we were kids." Sam didn't bother hiding his grin this time. "Ok Sparky." He adopted the overly enthusiastic tone of a parent talking to their very small child. "And after we kill it, we can go to disneyland for ice cream!" "You know what the best part about it is" Dean went on, ignoring Sam. "We already know how to bring these suckers down." He held up a pure silver bullet. "One of these bad boys right to the heart." Loading his reassembled handgun with the bullet and then four more beside, he addressed Sam again. "So, what’s our next move?"
He was ready to go.
Dean had three separate guns out on a towel in front of him, all taken apart expertly. He was in the process of cleaning them when Sam stepped through the motel room door, loosening his tie with one hand. "You see him" Dean questioned without looking up. "Yeah." Sam took the chair opposite Dean, leaning back in it comfortably. Dean continued cleaning, but he glanced up this time, sparing a glance for Sam. "And this lawyer guy's the first heart-free corpse in town?" Sam got to his feet, crossed to the kitchenette and pulled a beer from the 'fridge, which he brought back to the table with him. "First man" he corrected, opening his beer and taking a sip after tossing aside the cap. "Over the last year, a handful of women have gone missing. Their bodies washed up dead a few days later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw any firm conclusions." He took another sip of beer. "But no hearts" Dean clarified. "No hearts" Sam confirmed. Dean started to put the first gun back together now that it was cleaned. "And the lunar cycle?" Sam nodded. "Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon"- "Which is this week right" Dean interrupted. Sam rested his half-empty beer bottle on the table. "Hence the lawyer." Dean couldn't help it. His expression took on one of pure cheeriness. "Awesome."
Sam tried to conceal his own grin. "Dean...could you BE more a geek about this?" Dean slid back the pistol's slide, finishing up its reconstruction, and set it on the table before standing and venturing to the kitchenette for his own beer. "I’m sorry, man, but what about “a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight” don’t you understand?" He leaned up against the living room's entryway doorframe. "I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven’t seen one since we were kids." Sam didn't bother hiding his grin this time. "Ok Sparky." He adopted the overly enthusiastic tone of a parent talking to their very small child. "And after we kill it, we can go to disneyland for ice cream!" "You know what the best part about it is" Dean went on, ignoring Sam. "We already know how to bring these suckers down." He held up a pure silver bullet. "One of these bad boys right to the heart." Loading his reassembled handgun with the bullet and then four more beside, he addressed Sam again. "So, what’s our next move?"
He was ready to go.
