WHO: Dean Winchester & Natasha Romanoff WHAT: Dean tests a new old friend WHEN: 9th June WHERE: Natasha's Room RATING | STATUS: Medium | In Progress
Dean ran though a mental checklist of the things he had on him, wishing he had more. Holy water from the chapel down the road, check. Though how he was going to get her to drink it he wasn't yet sure. Might have to just throw it at her and that would show too much of his hand. Not that it mattered much when he considered item number two: silver knife. He hadn't been able to find one in the kitchens and had been reduced to stealing it from a hoity toity gift shop. The handle was carved into the shape of the Eiffel tower, but it would get the job done. So, demon...shifter...he was prepared.
There was a chance he was wrong, of course, but something about her had felt off. What little level of trust he'd built with the woman...well he didn't feel it now. The questions she'd asked...the answers she'd given...something was off and Dean had been hunting too long not to trust his gut. Shoving his gun into the waistband of his jeans...a last ditch effort weapon but an important one...he headed for Natasha's door and knocked with confidence.