InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "He's a Lynyrd Skynyrd roadie."

Mary Winchester (Jr) (marygoround) wrote in lost_world,
@ 2015-06-30 14:30:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, mary winchester

Something to shoot (Dean)
Mary had gotten cagey in the time spent at the resort. She knew that it was probably asking for trouble to wish for some action, but she didn't do relaxation well. Certainly not forced relaxation. Once she found her guns, she had a feeling that it wouldn't be much longer before something came along. Or before she found her family and they all decided to take their chances outside the wall. She hadn't expected the wall to come down. In hindsight, she probably should have. She was glad that she'd started carrying her gun and a few strategically hidden knives everywhere. She felt too exposed without a weapon, and she'd rather be armed than go swimming and put her gun down. She was extra glad when the goblins showed up.

A group of about fifteen or so burst into the kitchen when she was preparing a meal. She didn't hesitate to drop her serving utensils, and dive behind one of the counters for cover. Defense strategies first, even if she was the sort to run headlong into danger. There was a reason that she was still alive, after all. She at least tried to be smart about it.

"You little bastards picked the wrong kitchen," she spat out. "I've been just waiting for something to shoot."

She peeked around the counter and fired off a round of shots, feeling a surge of satisfaction as she spotted bullet wounds on at least a few of the goblins before she ducked behind the counter and started moving again. Never stay in one spot too long. Always keep moving and keep shooting as long as you had bullets left to shoot. Her dad had taught her both those things.

(Post a new comment)

of_little_faith
2015-07-11 08:55 pm UTC (link)

It really didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that that wall was gonna be a problem.

So when it was, Dean wasn't surprised in the least. In fact, he was a little bit smug. He hadn't found Jo. Or Sam. Or Mary. Or Ellen. So he was going to be smug about something, and nobody was gonna do a damn thing to stop that.

He was fairly heavily armed and making his way through the hotel--he'd been inside his room and found his favorite bag of tricks about fifteen minutes ago--when he heard shots coming from a room just off the lobby restaurant.

Dean pushed the door, gun in his hand, and entered the room just in time to see Mary ducking down. Here and there, heads were popping up like some sort of whack-a-mole game. Dean shot and one fell.

"Oooh, did you little bastards ever pick the wrong family," Dean said.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

marygoround
2015-07-13 02:27 am UTC (link)

Mary had been on her own and outnumbered in situations. She'd fought her way out from worse odds, but that didn't mean that she was disappointed when back up arrived. Particularly when the backup just happened to be her dad. There was a proud 'that's my dad' grin on her face when she heard that voice and heard one of the goblins hit the ground.

She moved along the counter and poked her head out the other end. As soon as she spotted one of the goblins, she fired off a shot. She heard another thud and tried to spot where her dad was. It would be better if they were side by side. Easier to watch each others' backs that way.

She headed in his direction, keeping at least some cover as she did so. She was relieved that her dad was still around, because she knew damn well that if he were missing, it was the aliens' doing. There was no way in hell that her dad would leave and go back home without her.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

of_little_faith
2015-07-19 04:48 pm UTC (link)

Dean was ignoring the fact that there were goblins everywhere, just for a second. He was focused more on the fact that he could hear other things in the hallway, and trying to mentally prepare for what might come crashing through the doors. He was sort of on autopilot with these goblins.

They were pests.

He kept shooting, trying to flank them as best he could based on Mary's position.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

marygoround
2015-07-21 03:34 pm UTC (link)

Mary kept up a steady stream of fire until she was at her dad's side. She was running low on bullets, but there were less goblins now. Of course, that didn't mean that nothing else was coming through the door. She knew from personal experience that there was always something worse coming once you'd dispatched of the initial threat.

"Hey dad," she greeted him once she'd finally made it to his side. "So how are we getting out of here?"

Outside might be just as dangerous, but she wouldn't stay in the kitchen and play the role of sitting duck. And together, they could carve a hole through the goblins big enough to escape through. It was just a matter of coordinating things. Which she felt a little thrill of familiarity. How many times had she been in a situation like this with her father? Granted, never when he was this young, but it was still familiar territory all the same.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sorry for delay.

of_little_faith
2015-08-04 02:16 am UTC (link)

Dad.

That was still a little weird, but at least he didn't flinch when she said it.

How're we getting out of here?

For a second, Dean wished he had a grenade on him. Blowing the wall open seemed like a pretty good idea, actually. But he didn't have anything nearly that explosive. He only had some of his usual arsenal.

As he was opening his mouth to say he didn't know, the door opened (as Dean was thinking it might) and something that looked very much like an ogre came in swinging a club.

"I'm thinking we duck a lot and let him take these guys out," Dean said.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Re: sorry for delay.

marygoround
2015-08-05 07:27 pm UTC (link)

Of course there was an ogre. Because whenever shit started hitting the fan, it wasn't in small amounts. It was always a fuckton. Always. But occasionally they could use that in their favor. She just hoped now was one of those times. Because she hadn't survived everything in her life up until this point to be taken out by goblins and a freaking ogre.

She nodded her agreement, not wanting to talk too much and draw attention their way. Right now, it seemed like the ogre was just as intent on the goblins as it might be on them.

Instead, she picked up a few of the smaller pots and pans and tossed them as far as she could. They rattled as they landed a good distance away from the counter behind which they'd taken refuge. The noise drew the attention of the goblins and the ogre.

"All right. Let's go," she said.

She didn't bother to wait for him. She figured he'd be on her back. Instead, as the creatures in the room investigated the distraction, she rushed out from behind the counter, careful to keep her head low in case the ogre started swinging again.

(Reply to this) (Parent)