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Dean Winchester (hellsboy) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Dean's brows furrowed slightly as she attempted to take things more seriously. He could tell from the way she was so non-challant about it all that she didn't see the full spectrum of risk involved. How could she though if she'd never seen the things he'd seen? He supposed that now he'd invited her along he couldn't go back on what he'd promised. And since it wasn't really going to be all that big of a deal - not in the daytime at least - that it wouldn't be too dangerous for her.

Still, she was really not getting it. He wondered if she did it on purpose now. If it was her way of making people underestimate her so that she actually had the upper hand. That seemed like an ungenerous way to think about her though since he didn't really know her yet. This was getting them nowhere and he didn't need to overthink a quick exploration of a stupid old barn with a seriously cute girl who was, a few moments ago, very naked and very okay with him seeing it.

Stepping into the barn, Dean immediately wished he had a flashlight. But the barn was half gone in the front so the sunlight was at least enough to see the bare essentials. "I don't think there will really be traps in here. It is pretty run down though so watch your - uh," he paused, eyeing her wings and realizing what he'd been saying was irrelevant but he finished anyway, "step."

"I don't do money and bills and stocks. I do have responsibilities and I do hunt spooks. I usually call them demons though. They're nasty. They kill people. Just stick close like we agreed and you'll be fine though."