Post by Dean Winchester on Jun 19, 2014 8:45:59 GMT -5
While Sam and Chloe were talking to the angels, Dean had walked as fast as humanly possible back to the car and pulled their borrowed angel blade from the trunk. Cas had given it to them about a year ago, seeing as how they often went up against angels these days and no other weapon would kill them. Making sure to keep it out of sight, Dean made his way back over to the small clustering on the edge of the lawn. Chloe was just finishing up her little rant about the girl already being long gone. The smaller angel scowled at her. "You are not going to stop us from doing our job." Dean made his presence known by stepping up to the back of the outspoken angel, pressing the tip of his newly acquired blade into it lightly. Light enough so that the angel would know it was there but not hard enough to be too much of a threat. "No. But I might." A blade dropped from the second angel's sleeve neatly into his hand, ready to protect both himself and his brother.
"Maybe we could move this little meeting elsewhere" Sam suggested at once, noticing a few prying eyes drifting from their little acting groups, no doubt wondering what was going on. "Drop the blade and we'll consider it" the unarmed angel offered. "Go inside with us and I'll drop the blade" Dean countered flatly. The second angel's knuckles tightened around his silver blade but he made no move towards Dean. The amount of witnesses to a death like that, even supernatural weirdo witnesses, was too strong to overlook. "Fine, let's go inside and talk" the first angel agreed tightly. Dean kept the blade to his back and Sam walked next to him in a way that kept this sight from the other convention-goers.
"Chloe, no matter what you hear, you have to keep these guys out here with you and Chuck" Dean begged her. The last thing they needed was for some innocent person to wander inside and get caught in the cross-fire or held as some kind of hostage. And so off they went. Inside.
Where the amount of witnesses had plummeted from at least 50 to zero.
TAG :: Chloe Bekens.
"Maybe we could move this little meeting elsewhere" Sam suggested at once, noticing a few prying eyes drifting from their little acting groups, no doubt wondering what was going on. "Drop the blade and we'll consider it" the unarmed angel offered. "Go inside with us and I'll drop the blade" Dean countered flatly. The second angel's knuckles tightened around his silver blade but he made no move towards Dean. The amount of witnesses to a death like that, even supernatural weirdo witnesses, was too strong to overlook. "Fine, let's go inside and talk" the first angel agreed tightly. Dean kept the blade to his back and Sam walked next to him in a way that kept this sight from the other convention-goers.
"Chloe, no matter what you hear, you have to keep these guys out here with you and Chuck" Dean begged her. The last thing they needed was for some innocent person to wander inside and get caught in the cross-fire or held as some kind of hostage. And so off they went. Inside.
Where the amount of witnesses had plummeted from at least 50 to zero.
TAG :: Chloe Bekens.
