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ʜᴇʟᴇɴ ᴍᴀɢɴᴜs ([personal profile] longaevus) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-04-01 10:46 pm

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)
mulletrock: (sarcastic: whatever)

[personal profile] mulletrock 2012-04-08 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

mulletrock: (sarcastic: fair 'nuff)

[personal profile] mulletrock 2012-04-15 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
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."
mulletrock: (Default)

[personal profile] mulletrock 2012-04-22 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
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.
mulletrock: (sarcastic: in trouble again)

[personal profile] mulletrock 2012-04-23 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
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)
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[personal profile] mulletrock 2012-04-28 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] mulletrock 2012-04-28 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
mulletrock: (sarcastic: low b.s. tolerance.)

[personal profile] mulletrock 2012-05-03 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
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."
mulletrock: (normal: pop that collar)

[personal profile] mulletrock 2012-05-31 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
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.