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it couldn't have been

Who: Helen Magnus & Dean Winchester
When: April 1, late night
Where: Sector 9
Summary: Helen is a fool and Dean has a damsel in distress.
Warnings: Blood & cursing

She should haven't been out, that she knew. Helen also knew that she was pushing it, pushing herself. Her shoulder was still healing, better than it had been a week previously, but it wasn't enough. Part of her didn't care, or at least that was what she was trying to tell herself. She needed something to numb her, to distract her mind. It wasn't working, nothing ever seemed to, not for this.

Loss. Helen ahd felt so much, so much that you would think that she'd be prepared, or at least know a way of dealing with it. She didn't. Two hundred and seventy four years of age and she was as helpless to the feelings as the first time that she'd ever lost anyone - the first time that she could remember, anyway. And this? She'd been hit twice in under that amount of weeks, and she couldn't help but wonder what she'd done.

Helen had started at her lab a few hours ago, moving out from around it. She had no specific monster in mind, nothing in particular that she wished to study - did she even wish to do that? Mindless killing, or even shooting, had never been her pleasure, though Ashley had picked that up when she'd been upset... picked it up from her.

Giving a small shake of her head Helen tried to bring her focus back, trying to push aside her thoughts. They didn't help her generally, and were less helpful now. She tucked her gun away, swapping it for the stunner attached to her leg - there was no better time to try it. (Although perhaps there was)

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Dean had been pretty good about keeping his word to Jinx but after the week he had lost track of time in a bar. The sun was already down and waiting for a bus didn't seem like an option if they were still running.

He's got his gun out at his side and he's paying cautions attention to his surroundings. He sent his mom a text telling her not to worry when he wasn't home before the sun went down and now he's determined to get back so she doesn't have to sit on her hands waiting for him. Especially if what the weird cat girl said was anything to go off of.

He's not expecting company. What chick in her right mind would be out right now? Sure, she's armed so she's not completely stupid but he was under the assumption that everyone stayed indoors during the night.

Dean steps forward and speaks in a harsh whisper. He doesn't want to give away their position. "Need help, ma'am?"

Edited 2012-04-03 04:01 (UTC)

"Not particularly." Her words, the speed that she pulls that answer out and the barely there look that she gives him are all as deflective as they are avoiding. She's not new to this, having been in Siren's Port long enough to know that sometimes there are others out - people caught out a little too late or those that are foolish, and it's not difficult to guess which catagory Helen's in.

Her eyes are kept in one direction, the opposite one to him, trying to judge from any sound what may be there, and to see if she - they - have been noticed. They haven't, so far, and the possibility is a concern - she may be foolish, and a little reckless right now, but she hasn't forgotten everything.

She turns here head back to him, her gaze just as quick and fleeting as the first time. "You should go." Helen had managed to change it just before saying 'you shouldn't be here', remembering the reply that she'd been given the last time that she'd said it. She didn't need it again, or him there for longer than necessary. It was dangerous enough alone, more with others there.

Yeah, Dean knows that look. He's been there before. That place where no one else is allowed to go 'cause they'd see too much and then you'd have to explain. Talking is worst than the company most days.

He lowers his pistol an inch, not enough that he'd miss any nasty surprises but he does it as a show of good will. He wants to take control of the situation but knows she'd fight him tooth and nail. He'd do the same thing. Better off playing this one by ear.

"You come here often?" It's a bad pick up line and a joke. It's late, the streets are barren and they both know it's not a good thing to be out after the sun falls.

Speaking again, him even being there, but mostly him speaking - particularly with confidence, that edge of a joke had been far from anything that Helen had expected. Most agreed, some fought her and tried to get her to leave also but few remained like this. And really it wasn't a surprise that made her feel more comfortable.

"When I need to." She was downplaying it - largely so. She'd never given a straight answer before about her research, not in exact terms; a handful knew that she researched the Darkness but exactly what and how often? She avoided answers, wanting to avoid judgement, looks... lectures. (Not that that entirely worked either.)

It was now that she paid more attention, watching his expression, noting the pistol that was by him. He'd come prepared, if still accidentally caught out or for reasons perhaps similar to her own (she hoped for the former). She can't help mentally wondering, almost questioning though - a scientists nature, to question everything.

"Dare I ask in return?" Or should she? His business was his own, and she hadn't planned on poking into it (but a return question was fair, and polite).

He wasn't like the others he didn't know the details on why she was flirting with danger, he didn't want to. He just wanted to make sure she made it out okay.

"Forgot to the look at the clock," it was true enough. He'd been preoccupied and lost track of distance traveled. "Time caught me with the my pants down." If joking lightened her up he was gonna bring his A-Game.

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Then Dean would have a very long night ahead of him, quite possibily until morning siren's depending on how things went - and how long they were talking.

"Ah." Helen looked away again, focus briefly returning to what may have been around them - and it ended up being briefer than she'd expected with his remark. Oh dear God, really? (And with any meaning of what he'd said.)

"Then perhaps you should rectify that before tomorrow night?" For her, or rather for where and when they were, she didn't considering it joke-appropriate - although she was glad that he didn't know her and that he couldn't call her on anything more, on how long it had really been since she'd done something slightly more enjoyable.

He shrugs, used to this attitude from Ellen. It's actually pretty scary how easily he falls into the same ol' routine.

"I'm usually on the ball," his mom was going to kill him for being late and he wasn't looking forward to that. Mostly because he hadn't been scolded by anyone but his Dad since he was for and John didn't have the same affect his mom would.

"Then that's a relief to know." That he wasn't usually here, that he wouldn't foolishly get himself killed - even if she may have worried about him being out now that she'd seen him out she could worry a little less for generally.

"And yet you're still here now." And that statement was a little questioning in itself - she'd given him the opportunity to leave, had even told him so in fact, and yet he remained. For some other reason? She hoped not.

Dean shakes his head and takes a breath. He could tell she wasn't going to budge but he wasn't gonna let her face this alone either. He had enough ammunition to get them somewhere safe. He just needed to smooth talk her into going for it.

"And pass up company like this?" He shrugs. "You're not my run of the mill damsel in distress gig. There's somethin' up. Y'can't blame me for wantin' to know what."

That got her focus, her full attention turning to him, her gaze lingering longer. He was used to this, rescuing others, and he didn't seem all too afraid (or rushing) of being in the Darkness. He knew more, and she didn't know if that was entirely a good thing.

"Perhaps the problem there," She paused for a brief second, carefully choosing her words, making certain to watch how he'd react, to know how to react herself. "Is that I'm not in distress." Nor a damsel, but that wasn't the point.

Dean raises his brows. Somehow he doesn't believe it. Sure, she's not in distress, but she's definitely flirting with disaster. There's something else going on here.

"So walks in the middle of a monster infested darkness is just a hobby for you, then? Hey, If that's the case sorry t'interrupt."

It's clear sarcasm, he's prying for answers subtly so he doesn't make her feel threatened by coming on too strong.

"Research." Her tone was sharp, cutting across the sarcasm that he'd given her - them being out there, what was around them and what she was doing was serious, and she didn't appreciate anything less than that on it.

"If this weren't necessary I wouldn't be doing this." Part of it wasn't, there was already information about the Darkness but where it had come from? Helen wanted to check, to double check, herself, to see if it was true and if there was anything more - or something that they'd hidden.

Well, that was new. He hadn't heard of anyone wanting to friggin study what went bump in the night. Not outside of hunters. Maybe she was one but she didn't fit the profile.

"Mind if I what kind?"

Edited 2012-04-23 06:08 (UTC)

Helen quickly debated that, firstly with whether too tell him (although not could either make him ask again or their current 'outing' a little awkward) and then how much. Considering what was happening...

"The monsters connection to the Darkness, how they're able to return and more effective - and permanent - ways of fighting against them." Although with the amount that there was it was certainly a big task.

"Isn't that a lil' risky?" Dean got it. He could reason why it was a good idea but there had to be another way. One that didn't make her a sitting duck in a cesspool of monsters.

"How far has this, uh, study gone?" He's curious. If she knows anything anyone else doesn't he wants the upper hand too. Maybe he can share it with his parents and Sam. They could use intel like that to help other people out.

"Do you have a suggestion for other methods?" Oh, she knew it was dangerous, the amount she'd been injured - generally nothing serious - told her that, and even before then she knew it but... what else could she do? She couldn't simply sit around.

"Sadly not too far." Which for how long she'd been researching? Wasn't so good. "I've been looking as well from a medical perspective of study; it's slow going."

Helen held her stunner back up for a moment. "I've used weapons similar to this at home, albeit on different creatures. It's what I was hoping to test tonight." What she still planned on testing.

"You're puttin' all your faith on that?" Dean hadn't ever fought something that'd go down because of a tazer. He looks suspicious before starting in to smooth talk. He has to find some kinda way to get her to go home before things got serious.

"What's it gonna take t'get you to abandon your post?" Dean sighs and picks his gun up taking a glance at their perimeters in the darkness. "An' save this for another night. 'Cause I can't just leave you here in good conscience."

"I wouldn't discount it yet." Not until he'd seen it at least. It had done a lot - or rather would in her future - at home. Although here she wasn't as certain if it would work, hence the test - it was newly built, and although she knew Henry's work here was a little different, and she wasn't Henry.

"I'm not, and I hardly think the day matters." She'd be back out tomorrow again, most likely, if not a few nights after that also. Helen gave a soft sigh, looking down as she thought for a moment before back at Dean.

"You have the opportunity to go, and I suggest that you take it. I'm not leaving." And continuing with her wouldn't be a good idea - she'd be splitting as much of her focus on to him, even if he had (so far) shown that he would be able to handle himself, and that would limit what she would be able (or want) to do.

There was no convincing her and Dean realized it. Instead he pulls out his sawed off shot gun and holds the pistol out her way.

"Look, I can tell I'm not gonna get'ya t'go back inside," he makes sure the clips good with one hand. "So, take this. Just in case it gets ugly out here. You can give it back to me when the "research," is over. My name's Dean Winchester."

Helen gave a soft sigh. His determination, albeit refreshing to see, wasn't something that pleased her, not right now at least. She gave a look to the gun, having caught sight of it out of the corner of her eye. She'd left her own back in her lab and even though she was confident at the stunner working... she would make this concession, if it helped move him along faster.

She took the gun, checking it quicking. "Helen Magnus." She recognised his name from Mary but said nothing on it - they could talk later, if there was time (or want).

"Now, can I get back to it?" Except that Helen wasn't waiting for an answer. Keeping the gun close she took off in slow steps down the street, checking both ahead and behind (for Dean and Monsters).

Dean's not gonna argue. He just cocks the shotgun and takes off in the other direction, back home. He's been gone long enough and he knows his mom is gonna be worried sick. He makes a mental note to remember her name because he'll want his gun back.

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