Dean was never really one for sitting still when he needed to think, not unless he was too tired to bother with moving, or had a couple drinks to mellow him out, or whatever. Pacing around the apartment would just tip Jules off to the fact that he still hadn’t settled, and drinking more this soon after the other nights antics was probably ill-advised by about 99% of people who knew him or had seen his posts on the internet.
So he’d decided to go out, except where the hell was there to go around here that wasn’t a bar or wouldn’t attract a whole lot of attention to the fact that he was just wandering aimlessly?
Arriving at the park was actually mostly accidental. He was just wandering, and then he saw the park and kinda figured, why the hell not? That was the kind of place where randomly walking around was actually encouraged, right? He wasn’t really a park sort of person, but it wasn’t like it mattered if he happened to be in one, and at least it was quiet...
...or, okay, no, not so quiet, what with the agonized screaming that was happening somewhere not too far off. The other side of the park, he assumed, and - checking to make sure his gun and his knife were in easy reach - he started off in a quick jog in that direction.
He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected to find. Part of him was in hunter-mode, thinking demons as first instinct and making him glad he had holy water on him. Most of him expected to find something kinda mundane, though, because he was getting used to the way things in Lawrence were - normal people milling about, randomly breaking legs in the park and screaming about it, that kind of thing. He was almost hoping it was something normal. He was sick of fighting demons all the time, except for what he craved it, but even then it was an exhausting feeling to be at war with himself about it...
...either way, though, he wasn’t expecting to see this when he got close to the far end of the park. The agonizing scream had already stopped, so he couldn’t be entirely sure this was the source, but it was way too damn shady to be completely unrelated, because the guy standing there poking at a phone with a fucking trident, what the hell? He looked exactly like Dean, and Dean was pretty damn sure this wasn’t that Leon guy.
Mostly it was the pentagram thing. He was pretty sure someone would have said something if Leon had a giant freakin’ pentagram all over his chest.
His gun was out and pointed at the guy before he even had a chance to make sure there weren’t any random civilians around to freak out about the guy point a gun at what appeared to be his evil twin, like, literally - freakin’ weirdass pentagram thing and pitchfork and everything, and what the hell was this world coming to when a guy couldn’t even go for a walk in the park without meeting his evil twin?
“Christo,” was the first thing he thought of to actually say, as far as words went, and he took a careful step forward, keeping the gun pointed straight at the guy, level, ready. “The hell are you?”