Meg Masters (demon_queen) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-10-03 18:49:00 |
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Who: Meg and Dean
Where: the streets of town
What: Meg and Dean have arrived
When: Afternoon, Thursday October 3rd
Rating: R for language, most likely
Open: No
Status: Closed/Complete
Meg blinked at the sudden change in their surroundings. Moments before they’d been seated in the Impala, cruising down the highway at a ridiculous speed, and generally enjoying the night to themselves. Now, here she was, in the middle of a city that, for all intents and purposes, looked completely deserted. If someone had summoned her, they were clearly nowhere in sight. She sighed and turned to take in her surroundings and saw Dean standing beside her, exactly where he would have been if they’d still been sitting in his car. She cursed quietly. If they were both here that likely meant the car had gone careening off into a ditch and would be totaled by the time they got back to it. Dean would not be amused and while having him around had certainly made her life a lot easier of late, she really didn’t enjoy his moodiness when it came to the damn car. Another downfall…if they didn’t have the car they didn’t have any of their shit. Everything they owned was in the damn car and, while she generally traveled light herself, she couldn’t deny that his pack rat tendencies were useful. For someone who’d been on the run as long as she had, it was more than a little refreshing to have certain comforts readily available. Weapons, for example. A handy place to store spell ingredients. Even just common creature comforts like changes of clothes and a place to rest her head. Neither of them really needed sleep, but it was better for the human meatsacks they wore if they got some every once in awhile. And, most importantly, it made staying moving, staying alive, a hell of a lot easier. “Yeah. Anything about this seem a little unsettling to you?” she asked Dean, turning in a slow circle, taking in their surroundings. She still couldn’t see who had summoned them, if that was even what had happened, nor could she see any sigils or signs that might tell her what purpose they had in bringing the two of them to this particular place. There was simply nothing. The place looked like a rejected set from a zombie movie. Her hands flexed at her sides, wishing they had weapons. She wasn’t keen on the idea of using her power until she knew exactly what was going on. She might need it to get their asses out of the fire and she didn’t want to deplete her reserves early. At least she wasn’t alone. She took a strange amount of comfort in having Dean at her back. They hadn’t been traveling together for very long, in the grand scheme of things, but it was long enough that she felt better having him there. She’d never been a fan of the army of one routine and having someone to watch her back was a greater asset than she was willing to admit. At least to him anyway. She didn’t need his ego getting any bigger, though she wasn’t fool enough to think he didn’t realize there was more than mutual need in their arrangement. If someone had told her, all those years ago, that she’d eventually be looking forward to bad motels and cheap beer with Dean Winchester, she’d have ripped their spine out on principle. “I vote we get the Hell out of here before whatever it was that wanted us so bad makes an appearance,” she said, not looking at him. She let her eyes rove over the surrounding buildings, always watchful. It was always better to flee and fight another day in her opinion. |