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Post by coltondiethal on Jul 8, 2010 12:51:00 GMT -5
Colton sighed as he looked at the still burning remains of what had once been his employer. The poor old lady had been turned into a vampire by his original target. Well, if nothing else, he supposed that this little adventure had reaffirmed his faith in the dragons breath round. Though, looking at the muzzle on his shotgun he knew he'd need to get another, the dragons breath was cool and all, but multiple uses without letting the barrel cool tended to melt it. All well, he had three more guns like it at home.
He walked back to his Harley and pulled a canister of lighter fluid from the saddlebag. Colton splashed some onto the burning bodies, causing the flames to roar louder for a moment.
He returned to his bike, placed the fluid back into the saddlebag, slid his slightly melted shotgun into the sheath on the front right side of the Harley. He tugged his helmet on, started the bike, and took off, headed for home.
He arrived home in the wee hours just before dawn. He pulled the Harley into the wide garage, and turned it off. Tugging off his helmet he decided to take a shower before he unloaded his stuff. Unzipping his jacket he headed towards the door, intent on a hot shower, a Pepsi, and his big king sized bed.
He had his hand on the door before he even noticed anything was wrong. He couldn't tell you what exactly, he just knew something was out of place. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his Walther P99. He opened the door gun held ready.
"Who's there?"
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Post by deanwinchester on Jul 8, 2010 16:44:13 GMT -5
Dean saw what he was after as soon as he open the door. There, sitting oh so beautifully in the light, was a pie. Dean put the newly acquired bag down so he could pick up a slice without spilling what was left in the pan. He closed the door to the refrigerator, took a large bite from the pie, and picked the bag up again.
"Who's there?"
Dean turned toward the voice. It was about time the guy got home. Dean started walking toward the new arrival. After he caught sight of the owner of the house he broke into, he lifted a finger with his bag hand, chewed on his large mouthful of pie, and swallowed.
"That's good pie," the hunter began, paying no attention to the gun pointing his way. He tossed the bag to the wielder of the gun. "You know what that is, right? That's a hex bag. Found it hidden behind your couch. Tell me, you been trying to charm an old hag?"
Dean bit into the pie slice again, stretching out his mouth. It was a very good pie.
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Post by coltondiethal on Jul 8, 2010 23:12:11 GMT -5
Colton eyed the bag at his feet. "Yeah, I know what it is," Colton smirked, just a little. "I'm not too worried about it though. I'm more worried about the hunter standing in my house eating my homemade pie."
Colton brought his gun back into the holster in his jacket, and walked to the living room. He sat in the armchair and waved his hand at the divan, indicating that the other man sit. "So, why don't you tell me why you're here, Dean Winchester."
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Post by deanwinchester on Jul 8, 2010 23:38:37 GMT -5
Dean smiled as the other hunter commented on the pie. He swallowed as the guy in the motorcycle get up holstered his gun. Dean watched the younger man walk into the living room and sit down. He walked closer to where the guy now was, but didn't sit down. Instead, he took another bite of pie.
Dean was a little curious about the other man. He obviously wasn't too worried. Most hunters weren't very trusting of other hunters, and the near hospitality intrigued him. That's when the other hunter caught him off guard. "So, why don't you tell me why you're here, Dean Winchester."
Dean choked on the piece of pie in his mouth. He coughed a bit to clear his throat, hand reaching toward his gun. That's explains of calm the other guy is, but the brings up some new questions.
He swallowed the pie, now more guarded, but not ready to pull his gun. "How the hell do you know my name?" This wasn't about pie or witches anymore. He wanted answers.
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Post by coltondiethal on Jul 11, 2010 0:17:27 GMT -5
Colton couldn't help the little smile that lifted the corners of his mouth. Really, he tried. Of course, Dean would have no idea that Colton used to be a cop. Dean Winchester was one of the most interesting men in the Most Wanted section of police files. Colton had sometimes thought about catching him and being promoted to Detective. And of course, the Winchester brothers were beginning to make quite a name for themselves.
"Don't have a heart attack, Dean. You are one of the most wanted men in the country, and I used to be a cop."
By now the sun had risen and birds were beginning to chirp. Colton sighed a little bit, immensly tired now that the adrenaline of finding a stranger in his house had worn off. He knew he could trust Dean not to blow his head off. He sighed again and glanced over at the hex bag. I should really get rid of that. He thought. Knowing that the sigils on his house would dampen it's effects but not entirely suppress them.
"So Dean, Why did you break into my house."
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Post by deanwinchester on Jul 11, 2010 22:34:30 GMT -5
"Don't have a heart attack? You just throw my name out there, and you think I'm just gonna go 'okie dokie' about that? What do you know about me? Do you know about Sammy?"
Dean knew he wasn't going to grab his gun, but he didn't want to pull away from it just yet. He was upset, he was angry, and he was out of pie. If this former cop had any idea about where Sam was, he needed to know. Maybe he should have calmed down a bit, but he was worried to death about that kid, and he hated for people to know more about him than he did about them.
The oldest Winchester boy was in no mood to answer this guy's questions. He knew he was a hunter from what he found while looking for the hex bag, and that meant he was potentially dangerous. It wasn't just the law that wanted him dead after all.
Dean couldn't think about the hunt anymore. Sam was always on his mind, and this cop gone hunter had just made Dean question his innocence.
Sammy. I will find you. We will hunt down and kill everything that goes bump in the night until we find the son of a bitch that took you. I promise.
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Post by coltondiethal on Jul 21, 2010 22:33:06 GMT -5
Coltons eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. He didn't need to be a genius to figure out that something was going on. He slowly stood up, hands spread in front of his chest. He did not want a fight, especially not with Dean Winchester.
"Hey, look man, the only thing I know about your brother is what I've heard from other hunters. I've heard he's good with research and that some people say that he looks like a kicked puppy. Other than that I've got nothing. And I really don't want a fight."
Colton knew that if he went for the gun on his leg he wouldn't make it. The other hunter was already there and in these quarters Dean wouldn't even need to aim.
Dean hadn't answered his question, though by now it didn't really matter. The other hunter was probably hunting a witch in town. In his town. If he had known that there was a witch in town she would already be dead. Which meant that she had to have arrived just before or after he left for that Vampire job. This bitch needs to go down.
"Look, I don't mean to be rude but I'm running on three hours of sleep and it's just been brought to my attention that there's a witch running around in my town. Now we can stand here all day and play twenty questions, or you can help me do what you came to do in the first place. Which is it?"
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Post by deanwinchester on Jul 23, 2010 0:58:55 GMT -5
Dean looked at the other hunter. As much as he hated it, Dean could tell he wasn't lying. He knew nothing about the whereabouts of Sam. With a soft grunt, Dean pulled away from his gun, making sure the witch target could see his empty hand.
There was a dramatic change in the stranger's composure, catching Dean's attention. "Look, I don't mean to be rude but I'm running on three hours of sleep and it's just been brought to my attention that there's a witch running around in my town. Now we can stand here all day and play twenty questions, or you can help me do what you came to do in the first place. Which is it?"
Dean had to respect that kind of attitude. When a hunter is anxious to get rid of something very unnatural on three hours sleep, that's a point toward trust. It pays to have connections.
Dean was already hunting the witch, and it can be useful to have someone watch his back. The kid was certainly no Sam or Bobby, but he was one more team member than he was expecting."I hate witches"
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Post by coltondiethal on Jul 25, 2010 21:41:30 GMT -5
Colton sighed internally as Dean pulled his hand away from his gun. That could have ended badly. "I hate witches." That was good, witches were rarely up to good and Colton would have gone even if Dean hadn't decided to help him, but Colton had only ever fought one witch. They were tricky bitches.
"Good, just give me a minute to get all of my stuff in order." Colton said as he walked over to the Hex Bag. He picked it up and took it into the kitchen. He turned on the water in the sink, then flipped on the garbage disposal and dropped the contents of the bag down the drain. The grinder churned as it pulverized the baby bones, sticks, and god knows what else. With the Hex Bag now broken, he felt that he could have a Pepsi. He took one out and opened it. He nearly groaned at the pop-hiss of the carbonation, it burned as it went down his throat.
He then went down a short hall and into his office. With walls covered in weapon racks with a small but serviceable desk in the back of the room. He grabbed another pistol grip shotgun and loaded it.
Outside thunder rumbled and rain pattered onto the concrete. Colton groaned, rainy mornings were great as long as he didn't have to ride through them. He walked out of his office. "'k, I'm ready. I assume you've got a car?"
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Post by deanwinchester on Aug 1, 2010 23:50:54 GMT -5
Dean took a seat on the couch, waiting for the other hunter to gather what he was taking. From what he's seen of this guy, he knew what he was doing, for the most part. He had made one mistake, however, that could take his life. A mistake that Dean was all to aware of.
As expected, the former cop was quickly ready. Dean stood up, ready to hit the road. "Yeah, I have a car, and we need to go. So you know for next time, hex bags you burn."
The oldest Winchester brother opened the door and walked out toward his car. He stood beside the driver's door, waiting for his new team mate to join him.
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Post by coltondiethal on Aug 10, 2010 0:42:07 GMT -5
Colton thanked the almighty stars that the older hunter had a car. With a roof. Though his body stiffened at his next comment. He shrugged a little, slightly chagrined. "I wasn't really worried about it, anyway. I've got magical wards under the paint on the walls. But thanks for letting me know." He said as he walked out of the front door and into the drizzle of rain that would soon become an irresistible torrent.
He took a once over of the car. Colton didn't know a whole lot about cars, but he could tell that what he was looking at was beautiful. This car had class. Colton let out a low whistle. "Nice."
He opened the passenger side door and climbed into the seat. The corner of his mouth lifted. "Dude, is that a cassette player?"
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Post by deanwinchester on Aug 12, 2010 1:41:37 GMT -5
Dean was impressed by the guy's dedication. Things like sigils and wards under wallpaper and devil's traps under rugs were a sign of experience. He didn't expect devil's traps, but they were handy. In his search for the hex bag, Dean had also noticed a good amount of iron, bronze, and silver around, too. The kid was prepared, that was for sure. The witch was doomed.
The quickest way to a man's heart is with pie and and a compliment about his ride. Dean sat in the driver's seat, listening to the young man's words of excitement. When the biker mentioned the cassette player, Dean thought about what music to play. He pressed the eject button, and switched out ACDC for MOTORHEAD. The engine roared to life with the turn of a key, and the sounds of Shoot You in the Back flowed through the air.
Dean put his hand on the clutch, but did not shift into gear. Instead, he looked at his newly acquired companion, who was still admiring the car. "Before we go anywhere, who are you?" Dean hadn't gotten a name yet, and he wanted to get Bobby to do a background check on him before Dean went much further with this guy. It only seemed fair, since the other guy already knew who Dean was.
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Post by coltondiethal on Aug 18, 2010 19:10:09 GMT -5
Colton had to force himself not to groan at the loud music blazing through the antique cars speakers. He was, honestly, more of a classical kind of guy. But he wasn't driving and the driver gets first choice. He heard Dean asking for his name and almost did a face-palm. In all the excitement of the day he hadn't even thought to offer his own name. Part of him had been too busy dealing with the unknown intruder in his house, and another had been busy with the idea of a witch in his town. Another part had just assumed that Dean would know his name from the contact information on Coltons website.
"Sorry about that, my name is Colton, Colton Diethal." He said with a chagrined smile. Dean would probably want to run some sort of back-ground check on him. Colton wondered briefly what kind of connections his new partner had to pull a trick like that.
He took a moment to think on that; Partner. Colton wondered if this team-up would last after this job. It had been a long time since Colton had had a partner, and even then, that guy wasn't much of a partner.
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Post by deanwinchester on Aug 20, 2010 20:24:18 GMT -5
"Colton," Dean repeated, dedicating it to memory. "I have a lead on the witch we're after, but I need to stop at my hotel room. We'll head there first, an then the witch is gonna die."
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Dean and Colton drove off from the house. Ding dong, the witch was dead. Dean laughed. "I haven't had that much fun in a long time! We should do this again sometime."
Dean's phone rang. "Hey, Bobby...What?...Yeah, yeah...Mockingbird Island?...Okay, I'm going now."
"Bobby's found Sam. He's in a place called Mockingbird Island. Are you coming?"
(with Jareth's permission) "Yeah, just let me go to my place and pick up some stuff."
Dean nodded, and the drove off to Colton's house.
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