Laurel Lance (i_crylikeabird) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-02-27 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, dinah lance |
Justice Leaguers DO wear fishnets! (Dinah/Dean log)
For once, it was a quiet night in the City. Dinah leaned into the wind as her bike sped down the streets, passing a few familiar names from Seattle, Gotham, and Star City. Each familiar street was punctuated with a jolt of homesickness. She was building a life here, but that didn’t mean that a part of her didn’t long for each of the places she’d called home.
However, she strongly hoped that the City didn’t decide her usefulness was up and send her back. Her will remained latched onto the City. She wanted to give him that stability that he so desperately needed. That all kids his age should have.
The quiet didn’t last as long as it should. Not long enough to ensure that Dinah could turn her bike around head back to the Clock tower. A scream tore through the air. Dinah had to slow the bike down to make sure she wasn’t hearing things. Definite screaming. She revved the bike’s engine and sped down a side street, eyes roaming the path ahead for any sign of the screaming woman.
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Dinah was lucky in that she had a vehicle. Dean Winchester, the mighty hunter, couldn’t seem to find the one thing he needed most. Sure, he’d gotten a good motel room, with a fridge ever full of beer and just the right setting on the Magic Finger bed. Yeah, he’d found a great burger that had just the right everything. He’d even managed to beat down a ghost or three. He’d yet to hear from anymore angels or demons, but he was sure that wouldn’t last long.
The one thing he needed for his sanity was his baby. His pride and joy. His Impala. He thought the other day he’d seen it in the reflection of a store front while he was turning a corner, but when he looked at the street, it wasn’t there. He was pretty certain he had heard her sweet engine calling to him, yet it turned out to be not at all the car he’d grown up with and in. He was almost ashamed that he would ever get a Gremlin confused with his baby.
He’d been out again, looking. Maybe he had stopped somewhere for a drink, but he’d only had a couple. He wasn’t fall on his ass drunk, and even if he was, what he heard as he walked down the street would have sobered him up rather quickly. All it took was a blood curdling scream, and Dean Winchester, the demon hunter, was running to save the day.
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Dinah pulled up to what appeared at first to be an ordinary mugging. She easily took down the mugger with a few well-placed kicks. She slapped some handcuffs on him and turned to check on the victim when something flew at her.
The vague impression of teeth met Dinah’s senses, and she raised her arms to defend herself.
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Dean came just around the corner to catch the chick with what some might call a fashion faux pas, not that he would know anything about that, kicking some guy’s ass. Although, he wasn’t expecting what came next, and he was moving before he really gave it all much thought. Teeth, fuck if he didn’t know the teeth. He’d felt them in his mouth, and there was no way that could ever be “in the good way.”
He pulled the Colt from its place at his back and fired a few rounds in to the woman, who seemed at first to be the victim of all this. He had to save the babe in a trench and...was she actually wearing fishnets? He didn’t have a machete because he didn’t think he’d meet any vampires; his mind had been all on his baby, not on whom he might have to save from what.
“Get down!” His voice was a growled command, and it really could have been for either Fishnets or Bloodsucker. The shots to the head had done little more than irritate the bitch, but it had caught her attention. That was all that mattered, right?
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Dinah heard the shots, and mercifully the vampire released its hold on her. She stared at it in shock for a moment. It didn’t look much like the vampires that had attacked her the other night when Buffy had saved her, but a humanoid with teeth... it had to be.
Dinah didn’t need telling twice when the man with the gun barked at her to get down. She dropped to the cement and fished one of the bat bombs out of her jacket. She’d replaced the liquid in them with the holy water Harry had given to her. From her position on the ground, Dinah rolled it over to the vampire. Then she crawled over to the mugger and unlocked his handcuffs.
“Run,” she hissed at him. The mugger struggled to his feet and took off, without even a look back.
Dinah looked over at the vampire, who just walked through the steam, untouched.
“Hold your fire,” she shouted at the man with the gun and leapt to her feet, drawing the stake that she now carried. Just like Buffy had done, she hurtled at the vampire and drove the stake into her heart.
Dinah barely had time to stare in shock as the stake just dangled uselessly from the vampire’s chest. Right where the heart should be.
The vampire took another swipe and Dinah just managed to duck in time, hitting the cement harder than she’d intended. She rolled out of the way, her body aching from the impact with the ground.
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Dean blinked. Well, sure, he’d heard of aggressive women before, and it was more than possible that the woman knew what she was doing; but...No, she definitely had no idea what was going on. Or maybe she did, and he didn’t? Dean didn’t like that idea. He knew a helluva lot, and he’d be damned, which he probably already was, if he would think otherwise. At least not when he was faced with the problem of a vampire and saving some chick in fetish gear, and everyone knew how chicks in fetish gear were. Right?
The hunter didn’t stay still long. Another slug buried itself in the vampire, this time in her throat. She moved fast, but Fishnets, she was definitely wearing fishnets, was proving to be a decent distraction. Dean would give her that much, anyway.
He had to think fast, and being slightly inspired by Fishnets, he came up a really really stupid plan. Ever watch someone get impaled by the sliding ladder of a fire escape? Dean had never seen it up close and personal, but he had seen it in some movie once. Now if he could just get the freak under it.
“Keep her busy.” Dean didn’t miss the arm swinging for him, and thankfully, being flung worked to his advantage. It got him closer to the fire escape ladder as, well, as on top of the dumpster. Maybe his luck was changing. He had to hope Fishnets was smart enough, and with it enough, to realize that he needed the vampire closer. Why was he always getting bloody when it came to these things? Of course, deep inside he felt a sense of sadness in having to kill someone who had probably once been a not so bad person and a sense of building gratification - if he offed the bitch, there’d be one less blood sucker in the world. Dean still had some issues with this particular type of walking dead.
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Dinah wasn’t in any shape to turn down help. Though the bullets didn’t seem to stop the vampire, they did momentarily distract her. That was enough to keep them both alive for the moment. Whether he knew what they were facing more than she did, Dinah couldn’t tell. From what she’d heard about vampires, a gun wasn’t the best weapon to use in that fight. Then again, she apparently didn’t know enough, since nothing she’d tried so far was working.
Beheading. Harry and Buffy had definitely mentioned that as an option. But how to do something like that? She didn’t exactly have an axe or a sword available, and the idea was a little bit... off-putting, to say the least.
Dinah continued to dodge punches and attempted to land a few of her own after he told her to keep the vampire busy. It wasn’t something she could keep up forever, but hopefully he had some sort of plan. After the man was flung, Dinah took a moment to check where he’d landed and if he was okay.
He seemed to be right where he wanted to be, she thought as he stood on top of the dumpster. It would be easier if she could shout to him to ask what he wanted her to do with the vampire, but telegraphing any plan he might have would only clue the vampire in.
Hoping that she was right, Dinah began to duck and weave punches, slowly leading the vampire towards the fire escape.
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Dean nodded, glad that Fishnets had a brain. Strange sense in fashion, but definitely a brain. She also had some moves that could probably cause some damage if she weren’t up against something a little faster and stronger than herself. Thankfully, the vampire wasn’t paying attention to him, so he was one up in that way. Now if he could time it...
Closer. Closer. The hunter knew he was taking a risk in so many ways, and it wasn’t cool to use Fishnets the way he was; but, he didn’t have many choices. They needed this to work. He was so careful as he edged his way closer to the ladder. He would have been happier with a very big knife, an ax, or at worse a bit of barbed wire, even if that method of killing did make him a little sick to his stomach.
He winced and had to bite is lip to keep from yelling out as a swing got a little closer to Fishnets’ face than he liked to see. It was a pretty face after all. Just a few more feet, and with a grunt he jumped for the ladder, adding weight to the thing as it came quickly down.
Best laid plans of mice and Dean...didn’t always work out. Certainly not the way he intended. It had been a long shot, and he probably could have thought of a better way. Thankfully, what it did do was knock the thing down.
Dean came crashing down with the screech of metal against metal. The vampire heard it, but she didn’t get away as quickly as Dean or she thought she could. While she didn’t die, her ear was no longer attached to her head, and the end of the ladder was now buried in her shoulder. Dean’s weight had added the pressure needed, and the vampire was now lying at an awkward angle with a ladder stuck in her. She was having a hell of a time figuring out how to get up without causing more damage; plus the damn thing had decided to jam, meaning it wasn’t just going back up.
“Got a really big knife somewhere on you?” Dean had had to jump out of the way to make sure he didn’t get any more clawed up or hit than he had as he and the ladder came down.
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Dinah stared in shock at the bizarre scene before her. The vampire was pinned under the ladder, weighed down for the moment. But naturally, that wasn’t something that would last forever.
“I suppose that would be useful, wouldn’t it?” she asked. “No knives, but...”
Dinah glanced around, taking in their surroundings. An apartment building rested just a few feet from them. She could only hope the doors were unlocked because breaking and entering was not something she wanted to do.
“Can you watch her for a second while I run in? Maybe they have a fire safety box with an ax. Unless you would prefer I watched her?”
Sure, because babysitting a vampire was such an ordinary, every-day thing to be discussing calmly. Not to mention planning a decapitation. Dinah didn’t like it one bit, but she wasn’t about to let a vampire loose on the unsuspecting citizens of the City. If there was a way to safely finish it, she would.
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Dean’s eyes rolled. It was too much to ask for someone to know what he/she/it was doing? Not that he was complaining about the view though. Damn nice view. He maybe did take a longer look than usual, but a good bit of whatever she was packing was hidden under that trench. The suit didn’t make any sense.
“Okay, Plan B. Get your pretty little ass up there, don’t get scratched. I’ll get something.” Dean took a few steps then stopped. He had noticed the bike before, and now...He looked from the bike then to Fishnets then to the vampire and back to the bike, but soon shook his head. “Nah. Get some weight on the ladder. She look like she’s bout to blow or rip it off, just get the hell gone, got me?”
Dean paused for only a moment to see if she was going to do something before he walk/ran off to see what he could find. He took the time to see if the door was unlocked, and he actually turned to laugh as he realized the door was unlocked.
The vampire, on the other hand, wasn’t being all that cooperative. She was certainly trying to get free. Just because she liked blood, had a mouth full of teeth, and a screech to beat a banshee, it didn’t mean she couldn’t understand what they were saying or what they planned to do.
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“Got it,” Dinah said with a nod, ignoring the ‘pretty little ass’ comment. In an ordinary situation, she might have given him a piece of her mind or at the very least put him in his place by handling the situation on her own.
But this? This was not ordinary. If this thing was a vampire, it was unlike the ones she had encountered the other night, and unlike any that Harry had told her about.
And if it wasn’t a vampire, then what the hell was it?
Dinah did her best to avoid the vampire’s gnashing teeth as she lent her weight to the ladder and waited for the man with the gun to reappear, hopefully with something they could use to get rid of this creature before it did any more damage.
She crouched on the ladder and tried not to think about how much she hated the City some times.
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Dean paused just a little longer before heading in. The vampire was certainly not staying still, so he couldn’t just wait and see what happened. He ran into the building, searching for something anything. Fire axes were ideal, but it seemed like the building wasn’t up to code. Not even a fudging fire extinguisher, not that he wanted to try and remove a vampire’s head with that sort of thing.
He started banging on the doors, but no one was answering. He didn’t go too far in the building because he didn’t want to leave Fishnets along too long. With no answers, and no sharp objects in sight, Dean did the next thing he could think of. He kicked the door down, Sam Winchester style. Of course, the Sasquatch’s big foot usually did better, but he got it in two kicks instead one Sam’s one. One door, two doors, finally a janitor’s closet, and all it had in it was a pair of gardening sheers. He didn’t question; he just grabbed and headed back out to get the bitch gone.
He didn’t even thank his luck that the building hadn’t moved. He still hadn’t accepted that part of the City, and he didn’t have time to worry about it as it was. The City was just going to have to live with his stubborn will for the moment. He had a hot chick to save and a nasty blood sucker to vanquish.
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The vampire fought against the ladder. Hard. Dinah stood her ground, despite the wobbling ladder. When it seemed like she might break free, Dinah did the only thing she could think of. She opened her mouth and let loose a sonic cry.
It did the trick. For the moment, the vampire’s eyes closed and she stopped struggling. Dinah didn’t move from her spot however, knowing that it wouldn’t last long.
She looked up just in time to see Dean exiting the building, garden shears in hand. Dinah tried to suppress the face of disgust at how the shears were about to be used.
“Hurry!” she shouted, hoping that the vampire would stay unconscious long enough for them to take care of the beheading.
She wasn’t going to spend time on feeling guilty about beheading something that most likely had been human once. Whatever humanity that had been there had died when it had been changed into a vampire. Now, whatever evil force had been behind killing this woman had taken control of her body and Dinah wasn’t going to stand by and let it be responsible for any more deaths.
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“I am. I am, keep your...pants on.” Dean didn’t make a comment about the fact that Fishnets wasn’t exactly wearing much in the way of pants. He just walked over, a look of grim determination on his face. He knew that at one time the vampire had been human; he also knew that they could choose to feed on humans or something else. He knew a good bit, and now he had to handle what was left behind.
“Move, don’t need to get that pretty outfit of yours messy.” It wasn’t like Dean hadn’t gotten worse. He’d step in as soon as she was out of the way. One foot set firmly on the ladder, shoving it deeper into the vampire’s shoulder. The other foot firmly on the ground. The shears were opened, and for a moment, Dean wished he had a drink. With the same grim determination he’d only shown moments ago, he turned the shears down, setting the blades on either side of the vampire’s neck.
“Please, be sharp.” He whispered, almost as if he were praying. “Prayer” said, he pushed the shears closed, eyes narrowing against any blood or just the sight in general. He didn’t close his eyes, just narrowed them a little. Not even he wanted to see what he was doing. The vampire started fighting, but it only made things worse for her, not so much him.
“Shit, just die, will you?!?”
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Dinah easily leapt out of the way and waited, fists still clenched, for any sign that she was needed. She looked away, keeping the pair in her peripheral vision, but not anxious to see the details up close and personal.
“Not exactly a clean kill, is it?” she asked with a sigh. “She is a vampire... right?”
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“If she isn’t, she’s putting up a hell of a fight for a regular human.” Dean wasn’t thinking about all the things this person could actually be. Instead, he just hacked at the woman’s neck. And with a sickening pop of sorts and a very painful metal against metal scraping, the head came off.
Dean stood up straight, stepping back to get a look at things. He didn’t drop the shears as he took a moment to breathe. It had been a hard death, a very hard death. He didn’t like it, but he was glad it was over. He also didn’t want to think of the image he probably cast. Stepping forward he picked up the head to check. Yes, she was a vampire. The mouth was still open, the teeth still exposed.
“Shit. She’s a vampire.” He turned the head and looked as if he were about to toss it at her.
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Dinah caught the gesture and held up her hands.
“I trust you. I don’t need to check. It’s just...” she chewed her lip thoughtfully. “So far, I’ve met one and possibly two types of vampires in this City. Both can be killed with stakes for sure. I’ve heard about three more types, but this... isn’t like any of the other vampires I’ve seen or heard about.”
She exhaled in frustration.
“This City just keeps changing all the rules, and it’s getting very very old.” Once the wave of frustration had passed, Dinah forced a small smile. “It’s just a good thing you were there. Thank you for saving me.”
Being saved wasn’t a foreign concept to Dinah, but she certainly needed a lot more bailing out now that she was in the City, and she still didn’t like the idea. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t capable of showing gratitude towards her saviors.
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Dean looked at the body, then sighed himself. He looked at the dumpster then around. It wasn’t that he felt doubted. In fact, he’d checked the head to make sure he hadn’t killed something he shouldn’t have; it was hard when he was always second guessing himself, something he’d become good at lately.
“Yeah. Look, are you buying this bullshit they’re dishing out about it being some place else? Not of this Earth or reality or what the fuck ever. It’s not like there are that many realities out there; we’re not in comic books, right?” Dean set the head and shears down by the body and started working on the ladder to get it out and send it up and away.
“We need to burn it, just to be on the safe side. Here’s a rule. If it looks supernatural, more likely than not, burning it will make it go away. Not always, but so far, I haven’t met too many things that get stronger with a little fire, got me?” Dean gave the ladder a good yank, and with a squelching sucking sound it came free. He pushed the thing right back up so that it was now out of the way.
“I only know this one kind of vampire.” From more than one sort of experience. “What other kinds are there?”
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“Well,” Dinah began, “I’m not sure what I think. But I know that I’ve met people who are not from my world.” She considered the comic book comment for a moment, considered how much to share. “Where I’m from, we know there are other worlds and I even know people who have visited them. And since coming to the City, I’ve met at least one person who has read comic books about my world. So, I guess whether or not we’re in a comic book is a matter of perspective.”
Dinah took a step closer to join him over the body. She nodded shortly.
“Fire, okay. Do you have a lighter or anything? As for the types of vampires, I only know what I’ve seen, which are the two types that can be killed with a stake. One of those types turns into dust, and the other popped into some sort of bubble of blood and gore. Then I’ve heard about another type that can’t be killed by stakes, but is vulnerable to sunlight, fire, getting their bellies sliced open. That type apparently has saliva that works as a sort of drug. It addicts you, causes you to want to be bitten in a manner of sorts. Then there are the type that just feed on emotions, though from what I’ve heard, it would be very difficult to tell if you’ve encountered one of those at all. And now,” she gestured towards the vampire before them. “This kind. I’m just hoping that’s it, because I’m getting really tired of vampires.”
“Sorry, where are my manners?” Dinah held out her hand to Dean. “Dinah Lance, also known as the Black Canary.”
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“You got comic books? Think I’d rather have comic books than books. Written by a hack writer, too. Called it Supernatural - as if that says it all. Better than Twilight I guess, but not by much. “ Dean nodded. He was thinking, which wasn’t always the safest thing. He dug into is pockets, not caring for the moment that he was getting blood everywhere. He found the flask, and with a hmph after testing it, he shook his head.
“Course, I get the one I want now.” He poured the contents of the flask onto the vampire body. “Not the safest place to do this, but it doesn’t look like this is a fire hazard area, dumpster aside. Guess we could throw the body in there.”
“Dust? Sounds like Bunny or whatever that cheerleader’s name is. The other - bad Dracula stuff. The emotions? Eh, possibly. Donno bout the saliva bit - only thing I know that has that sort of ability is a siren. Nasty ass things.” He looked at the body then at the dumpster. Then she had to bring up manners.
“I’d shake your hand, sister, but I got blood on mine. Dinah, I’m Dean. Winchester.” He didn’t expect her to recognize the name. No, he was just trying to think of the best way to do all this.
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“Right, of course,” Dinah drew her hand back. “I think the dumpster is the way to go. It should be able to contain the blaze pretty well, as long as we make sure it’s far enough away from the buildings.”
Dinah took a moment to process the mention of the books. “So... books. I guess you know how frustrating it is to find out that your life is laid out for just about anyone to read, as though it were fiction. I haven’t seen any of the comics myself, so can’t say much about the writers though.”
She knelt beside the body, inspecting it.
“You want to take the shoulder or the feet when we lift this?”
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“Honey, you donno the half of it.” Dean’s smile wasn’t pleasant. “The damn fools get together and pretend to be me and my brother. It’s nine kinds of crazy.”
He looked up at the dumpster then at her. “Unless you can move that thing, it’s gonna have to stay were it is.” They weren’t the easiest things to move. They certainly weren’t the softest to land against. Hurt like hell most times.
“If you can move the dumpster and get it opened up, I’ll move the body.” It wasn’t that big of a body, and he had lifted bigger. Well, not much better, but it didnt’ matter. The body wouldn’t be a problem. “Like I said, I’m bloody already. No need to muss yourself, right?”
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“That’s... unsettling,” Dinah said in response to the idea of people dressing up as Dean and his brother.
She moved over to the dumpster and did her best to push it away from the building. It moved a few inches, and that was about as much as Dinah could manage without super strength. But it would have to do. She opened up the lid and waited for Dean to dump the body in, trying not to focus on the gruesome sight of the headless vampire.
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Dean had done this times before. Well, not this exactly, but he didn’t seem too bothered by it. He didn’t seem to relish the act either. The hunter gathered up the body like so much laundry and heaved it up and over the side of the dumpster. He didn’t want to imagine how this would smell later.
He grabbed up the head and tossed it rather unceremoniously into the dumpster with the body. The alcohol would be a minor accelerant, and he wished they had something slightly more flammable. He’d work with what was available. Pulling out his trusty lighter, he almost threw the thing in. It was just at that moment he wondered why he always toss the lighter in. He always had to retrieve it later. Buying some cheap ones and tossing them seemed like a better idea.
He looked around, found some paper and set it burning. With that, he dropped it in the dumpster. There was a bit of a flash as the alcohol and whatever else was in the dumpster caught fire.
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Dinah took a step away from the flames, trying not to breathe in the pungent odor of burning flesh coupled with whatever other garbage might have been in the dumpster.
“So, you uh do this sort of thing often? Fighting the supernatural, I mean,” Dinah asked.
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Dean stayed close by to make sure things really got burning. He might have decapitated it, but he wanted to make sure the dead thing was really dead. He had a habit of watching things burn now. It was slightly disturbing if he really thought about it. It wasn’t that he reveled in the distruction so much as it had become a ritual that neeed to be completed. Her voice broke off any nonthinking he’d been doing.
“What?” Dean finally stepped away and looked at her by the strange light fire brought, even if it was fire contained by dumpster. “Yeah, I do. I’m a hunter. Demons, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, fairies, skinwalkers, the usual supernatural shit.” He shrugged and stepped closer.
“You...get attacked regularly?” He looked at her, smirking a little. “Or are you some sort of strange strip-o-gram gal who got sidetracked by a mugging?”
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“Some kind of what?” Dinah glared and crossed her arms. “No, I’m a hero. I save people whenever I get the chance. But where I'm from, there are less of the supernatural things and more metahumans, regular human criminals, sometimes alien threats. So all of this is pretty new.”
What was it with the people in this City and her costume? Dinah wondered. She hadn’t gotten nearly so much confusion back home.
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“Really? You save people in that? Do they usually tip you?” Dean’s hand went up. “Look, you walk around in an outfit like that, you gotta expect some ribbing. Even if you are kicking ass and taking names.” He shrugged and looked at the bike. Really looked at it, then at her.
“Metahumans?” He didnt’ say anything more than that, just sort of looked at her. “You’re not just...what do they call it..lark- no, larping? Cause if you are, you’ll get yourself killed.”
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Dinah’s eyes narrowed a bit more. Dean was just lucky that he’d saved her life, and that she knew how to keep her temper. Granted, she supposed her outfit was easier to take when Wonder Woman and many other heroes were running around in what basically looked like a bathing suit. Being one of the only costumed heroes in this reality was a strange experience, to say the least.
“I’m not... larping, whatever that is. This is what I do.” Dinah reached inside her jacket and pulled out her Justice League badge, not that she actually expected him to know what the League was. “I’m a card carrying member of the Justice League, and I’ve been doing this for sixteen years. Haven’t died yet,” she gave a small smile.
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This was when Dean had to decide if what he was seeing was real or just way out there. He could handle Whatever Wanda had going on. He could even handle the Trickster, but this was different. “Card carrying member of the Justice League” wasn’t exactly something he heard everyday. Actually he’d never heard it before, so he was a little taken aback. He stepped closer, wary of her now. Not because she had mentioned the League, okay because she had mentioned the League and meant it. It was a little fubared, just a little.
“Look, lady. I know how to fake a badge. I know people get really into whatever bit of fiction they like. Enough so they start to believe it.” His hand went up. “Now I’m not saying you aren’t the real deal, but you don’t look like any League type I know. Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Aquaman, so on and so forth. There are no fishnet wearing types, especially not hot blond ones.”
“And, what, sixteen years? You get started when you were fifteen, if that? Don’t think the League would go for a kid doing a grown up’s job.” Yes, he was still skeptical. “This place may be whackadoo central, but you expect me to believe you belong to some group of superheroes?”
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“Clearly you don’t know the Justice League as well as you think you do. I’m not the only one on the team who wears fishnets. Zatanna does too,” Dinah responded. “Not to mention that you just said yourself that you and your brother are written down in a book as if you’re fiction somewhere. Like I told you, the Justice League is in comic books on other worlds. But we’re just as real as you are.”
Dinah pocketed the badge and rolled her eyes. She turned to head for her bike.
“Oh, and I was nineteen when I started. Not fifteen, for the record.” Not that she expected him to believe that either. The dip in the Lazarus pit had taken years off her body so she looked at least ten years younger. It didn't exactly help establish her credibility, but there was nothing to be done for that.
“But it’s not my place to stand around here and convince you I’m the ‘real deal.’ Thank you for helping me with that vampire, and I’ll see you around, Dean.”
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“Sweetheart, I’ve read my books. You ever read yours?” Yeah, the question of fiction and reality was still something that got under the skin of the eldest of John Winchester’s boys. It smacked too much of destiny and other things. They were out of his control, and that was just one of the reasons he was liking this place less and less. He wanted, no, needed to get back.
He stepped closer, his voice lowering. “Look, you could be real; you could be batshit crazy. But, you notice more trouble like this, or hell, ghosts, whatever. You call me. Dean Winchester, apparently I’m in some directory. As that Nevin guy said, I’m somebody.” He smirked. “Plus, I just don’t think you’d look good as I do covered in vampire blood.”
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Dinah got off the bike and took a step towards him. She drew herself up to her full 5’7” height and looked him in the eye.
“I’m not your sweetheart. And I already have someone I can call if I run into any more supernatural stuff. So thanks, but no thanks.”
She turned and hopped on her bike, gunning the engine.
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Dean didn’t take a step back. He’d had demons in little girl bodies screw with him, so a chick in fishnets with one kicking bike wasn’t going to get much of a flinch. He’d faced down Lucifer. Of course, he didn’t like that a possible good guy was saying she didn’t want his help.
“Probably some of it, but not all of it. Like you said yourself, you didn’t know this kind of vampire existed.” Dean didn’t mention that he didn’t know about the others. He had a feeling he was going to need multiple trips to the Library to keep up.
“See ya round.” He didn’t add “sweetheart” even if it seemed like it could be fun to see her get a little more upset. He’d bet she was something in the sack. No, he just stepped out of the way, just in case she needed to turn that bike around, and waited for her to go.
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He may have had a point, but Dinah wasn’t about to concede that. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to call him unless that was the last possible option available.
Without looking back, Dinah tore off on her bike, now thoroughly ready to kick the ass of the next mugger or bank robber she encountered.