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The superhero and the hunter (Dean)
Dinah had been in this crazy City for weeks and still no sign of the Impala. She missed her baby, and she really missed waking up somewhere that wasn't a freaking acid trip. She was still in a bit of denial about the fact that the streets would move sometimes.
Maybe this was all just one big mindfuck courtesy of the Trickster. Never mind that Gabe was dead. Maybe an actual trickster (instead of an archangel pretending to be a Norse god) was pulling the strings. Or maybe Gabe had somehow faked his own death simply to mess with her some more.
Currently, she was walking the City streets in search of some hint of her car. She had to be here, didn't she? Somewhere. And yes, Dinah's car was a 'she.' It was too pretty to be anything else and Dinah felt a kinship with that car. It was partly the family connection, since it had been her dad's for as long as she could remember and even before that. And it was partly that that car had all but literally been to hell and back with Dinah and her sister, with the whole Lance family.
Speaking of her sister, Dinah still hadn't accepted that Barbara was missing either. Her sister had come back from Hell wrong-without a soul, and whoever had stuck her in this godforsaken place had to realize their mistake and send her back. Who was going to help fix Barbara otherwise?
She stopped long enough to kick at a trash can in frustration before she continued on her search. Her eyes scanned the streets as if she was expecting-or maybe just hoping for-some trouble. She wouldn't mind a vamp or a ghost to gank right about now.
Maybe this was all just one big mindfuck courtesy of the Trickster. Never mind that Gabe was dead. Maybe an actual trickster (instead of an archangel pretending to be a Norse god) was pulling the strings. Or maybe Gabe had somehow faked his own death simply to mess with her some more.
Currently, she was walking the City streets in search of some hint of her car. She had to be here, didn't she? Somewhere. And yes, Dinah's car was a 'she.' It was too pretty to be anything else and Dinah felt a kinship with that car. It was partly the family connection, since it had been her dad's for as long as she could remember and even before that. And it was partly that that car had all but literally been to hell and back with Dinah and her sister, with the whole Lance family.
Speaking of her sister, Dinah still hadn't accepted that Barbara was missing either. Her sister had come back from Hell wrong-without a soul, and whoever had stuck her in this godforsaken place had to realize their mistake and send her back. Who was going to help fix Barbara otherwise?
She stopped long enough to kick at a trash can in frustration before she continued on her search. Her eyes scanned the streets as if she was expecting-or maybe just hoping for-some trouble. She wouldn't mind a vamp or a ghost to gank right about now.