( Dean pulls a face, flat and unimpressed, at the offer to buy him a drink in 1 - a place where currency doesn't actually exist and 2 - a bar he owns. He doesn't bother pointing either thing out, just mutters a faintly piqued, )
Yeah, sounds great, thanks.
( Right on time for another leviathan to vault out of the trees at him in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. Before it makes impact, Dean's hand shoots out and he Signs, blasting the thing backward so hard it cracks into the trunk of a tree and sends splinters raining down on its unmoving form.
It'll get up eventually, it takes a hell of a lot more than that to bring down a Leviathan for long, but he's not interested in sticking around to finish the job. )
Come on.
( He knows the way — and steers them back toward the road, the trees growing less greyscale in color as they head for the imaginary highway that leads to the Roadhouse. )
cackling
Yeah, sounds great, thanks.
( Right on time for another leviathan to vault out of the trees at him in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. Before it makes impact, Dean's hand shoots out and he Signs, blasting the thing backward so hard it cracks into the trunk of a tree and sends splinters raining down on its unmoving form.
It'll get up eventually, it takes a hell of a lot more than that to bring down a Leviathan for long, but he's not interested in sticking around to finish the job. )
Come on.
( He knows the way — and steers them back toward the road, the trees growing less greyscale in color as they head for the imaginary highway that leads to the Roadhouse. )