( Good news, it is somebody Matt's familiar with. They haven't spoken much in person, but Cadens isn't a big city, and Mag's makes for a good central hub. Maybe Dean smells familiar — leather, gunpowder, more soap and hair product than the standard Medieval civilian running around Abraxas thanks to his mild germophobia and overly-attentive hygiene routines. If he's got particularly keen senses, maybe one noteworthy difference: the subtle scent of burning Dean's been carrying around this last year or so is now completely and entirely missing.
Maybe none of that's familiar, and it's his voice that gives away his identity. God knows he's got enough of a mouth on him to be fairly easy to identify. )
Hey.
( It's friendly enough, if a bit brusque — he's on the job, he's in Hunter Mode. Also, probably audibly a little confused-sounding on some level. Can you blame him? There's a guy in an eyeless Dread Pirate Roberts mask running around the barracks in the middle of a Hellhound invasion. A blindfold is, like, the exact opposite of those Hellhound-visibility glasses like Dean's wearing. )
You okay? You shouldn't be out here alone, man, there's some serious crap going down.
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Maybe none of that's familiar, and it's his voice that gives away his identity. God knows he's got enough of a mouth on him to be fairly easy to identify. )
Hey.
( It's friendly enough, if a bit brusque — he's on the job, he's in Hunter Mode. Also, probably audibly a little confused-sounding on some level. Can you blame him? There's a guy in an eyeless Dread Pirate Roberts mask running around the barracks in the middle of a Hellhound invasion. A blindfold is, like, the exact opposite of those Hellhound-visibility glasses like Dean's wearing. )
You okay? You shouldn't be out here alone, man, there's some serious crap going down.