[ Well. To be fair, Dean is a thief, he is shady as hell, and he is drawing demonic patterns all over the place, cabins, windows and whatnot. It's pretty sus and a fair (and accurate) assumption. So for someone to be literally half a second away from tackling Dean into the dirt yelling “DID YOU EAT THE CHILDREN??”? Not really an overreaction.
He's almost through scribbling a very complex angel proofing sigil (because those bastards are wily, believe it or not) when he hears the voice. He doesn't jump, because he's been expecting something to jump out at him all night, but there is a ripple of tensing muscle down his back, shoulders straightening. He'd been expecting something spooky, not a guy who smells like burnt hot dogs and suspicion. ]
Salt on the windows, this is chalk. [ He's going to finish the sigil, making sure not to get anything wrong, then he turns, wiping his hands on his jeans. ]
Angel proofing, demon repellant, that kinda thing. Salt keeps all the baddies out, or at least it should. Been putting demon traps under every cabin's front doormat. No demon's killing these people on my watch.
[ he has no idea there is a murder goo goblin hanging out and lurking. ]
Name's Dean, Cheetah's counselor. [ He pauses, then scrunches his brow in thought. ] Maybe I should teach a class - How to Survive the Supernatural, 101.
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He's almost through scribbling a very complex angel proofing sigil (because those bastards are wily, believe it or not) when he hears the voice. He doesn't jump, because he's been expecting something to jump out at him all night, but there is a ripple of tensing muscle down his back, shoulders straightening. He'd been expecting something spooky, not a guy who smells like burnt hot dogs and suspicion. ]
Salt on the windows, this is chalk. [ He's going to finish the sigil, making sure not to get anything wrong, then he turns, wiping his hands on his jeans. ]
Angel proofing, demon repellant, that kinda thing. Salt keeps all the baddies out, or at least it should. Been putting demon traps under every cabin's front doormat. No demon's killing these people on my watch.
[ he has no idea there is a murder goo goblin hanging out and lurking. ]
Name's Dean, Cheetah's counselor. [ He pauses, then scrunches his brow in thought. ] Maybe I should teach a class - How to Survive the Supernatural, 101.