Who: Dean and Chris Argent What: Hunter x Hunter Where: The prison's garage When: Bendyish Warnings: Maybe language?
When it came to keeping his baby nice and clean Dean knew he had to pay extra attention to not just the weather but also the eyes and hands of other people. Dean's Impala wasn't something that people could just jump into in order to ride and he didn't take it out unless he absolutely had to. Dean's car was probably one of the best looking ones at the prison but again, he felt that it was more of a display than an actual vehicle used to complete missions. Dean had only taken it out a few times and it was hard to navigate crowded streets filled with zombies and dead, rotting corpses.
The main thing about the Impala was the trunk and all the goodies that were inside. Dean's baby was packed with weapons and items that him and Sam used for hunting. Right now Dean was looking over one of his favorite double barrel shotguns, his utensils used for cleaning laid out neatly next to him as he got to work on making sure his hunting weapons were actually useful for a change.
When a shadow crept over Dean who was leaning into the trunk he thought it was Sam until he turned around and saw the old man known as Chris Argent. Dean didn't know much about the guy but the word around the prison was that Argent and his daughter were hunters, too. Werewolf hunters to be exact.
"Argent, right?" Like always, Dean ignored the slight flicker of pain over his mark of Cain that was covered up by the sleeve of his jacket. Most days it radiated with pain that required Dean to take some pain pills but today it wasn't so bad. Some days were just better than others.