|i_demonhunt (i_demonhunt) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2008-03-31 19:27:00
|Entry tags:||chris halliwell, dean winchester, zz:status complete|
A walk in the grave yard [open to anyone]
The trunk of the Impala had been opened. The secret compartment rummaged through. Items removed and some stashed away into a leather jacket while others were just moved about in favor of other tools. Once it was closed, the car was locked and the figure moved away.
Dean Winchester walked into the grave yard, the iron gate creaking open and then clanking closed behind him. Grave yards. Dean had been in so many in his life time he couldn't count them any more. He dug up bodies, burned them, killed zoombies in their graves, and yet sometimes when walking in them, he still got a chill over his spine.
He looked about because various beings lurked within them. It just depended on the night. The situation. There there was the time of year. Whatever it was this time, Dean was prepared and most importantly he had the Colt tucked comfortably in his jeans.
He walked about, wondering what he was gonna run into this night.