dean winchester is ninety percent crap (wearyhunter) wrote in landofatlantis, @ 2011-06-17 17:01:00 |
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He was done being angry. For now, anyway. Upon his initial arrival, Dean had been livid. He had spent a good long while swearing at the sky and damning Castiel to every foul place he could think of. The bastard had grown one huge-ass god complex and now, he was stuck on some island in the middle of who knew where and there was no way to get out. Not only that, but the place was infested with blood suckers. His own time as a vampire, not to mention his dealings with them, left Dean on a very gray territory when it came to the creatures, but he would be damned if this group didn't piss him the hell off. They were running around and killing people and those that weren't... they weren't doing much to stop it. And, from what he read, apparently there was some kind of business that offered people up to them. It was disgusting and creepy.
This last slew of killings had left him aggravated. People were freaking out, which made sense, but the lack of rallying to protect people was... kind of sad. Apparently, some guys had banded together and took the vampire out, but that did little to stop the epidemic. He was laying low for now, though. At least, as far as rallying the troops went. He needed to know what he was dealing with. What he really needed was for Sam to show up, but who knew when (or if) that would ever happen. Thankfully, he'd been contacted by another hunter... Slayer, whatever. That was a relief in what had been a sea of frustration. He was looking forward to meeting her. He could use some help when he decided to start looking for cases and working jobs around here. Now that he had more or less gained his bearings, Dean wanted to work. It was a good way to keep his mind off his bigger issues and if he could find a partner to work with until Sam showed up? That would be awesome. What would be really awesome was if said partner turned out to be a smokin' hot chick. A guy could dream, couldn't he? Hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, Dean leaned against a wall, waiting for the girl to show up.