And there it is. Never a clearer signal than that one.
Gotta hand it to Jesper, he's got what the youths these days call swag. Probably. Or maybe they don't call it that, look, he's been out of touch for like ten years. In either case, Dean steps out with far less style — it's with his rifle in hand, tucked against his shoulder, but not bothering to aim down the sights. There's no need, when Jesper's got his bullets and his knives whizzing about. It's for show, it's a statement piece to back up the fact that he's the one opening his mouth.
"Howdy, fellas," he greets in a tone that would be pleasant were it not stone cold and utterly devoid of kindness. "Thanks for accepting the invitation. Got a couple questions for ya, so how's about you keep those hands up and kick those guns over toward my associate here, huh?"
He tips his head toward Sam.
They'll make a fine addition to the Winchester-Harvelle arsenal. Not like these bandit douchebags are gonna need 'em by the time this is all said and done.
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Gotta hand it to Jesper, he's got what the youths these days call swag. Probably. Or maybe they don't call it that, look, he's been out of touch for like ten years. In either case, Dean steps out with far less style — it's with his rifle in hand, tucked against his shoulder, but not bothering to aim down the sights. There's no need, when Jesper's got his bullets and his knives whizzing about. It's for show, it's a statement piece to back up the fact that he's the one opening his mouth.
"Howdy, fellas," he greets in a tone that would be pleasant were it not stone cold and utterly devoid of kindness. "Thanks for accepting the invitation. Got a couple questions for ya, so how's about you keep those hands up and kick those guns over toward my associate here, huh?"
He tips his head toward Sam.
They'll make a fine addition to the Winchester-Harvelle arsenal. Not like these bandit douchebags are gonna need 'em by the time this is all said and done.