ᴀʟʟ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪғᴇ's ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ (open.)

[righteously]

Who: Dean Winchester & Others.
When: Post-Event.
Where: Cadens, the Horizon, Nocwich.
What: A catch-all of open & closed starters.
Warnings: A little grief, a little alcoholism, probably canon-typical violence and suicidal ideation. Mentions of fruit turbo-hell.

I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Nᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
I ɢᴏᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Aʟʟ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ɪs ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

Comments

[righteously]

( He shakes his head slowly, and tries very hard not to think about the fact that a lot of that? Sounds like himself. )

You can do both. Sam still hunts. He still saves people. You should reach out to him sometime, tell him I sent you his way. He can talk to you about it.

( It's not all or nothing, just for the record. It took him a long time to learn that, years longer than it should have, but now that he's older and he's got the wisdom he can at least try to impart it. Save the kid some time. )

But yeah. We fight monsters. We're called hunters.

[sonofacesius]

[Like a younger Dean, Will also has a very black and white, all or nothing attitude. It's something he's only just starting to shake off, SuperHell being the one place to really show him that shades of grey exist.]

Can you teach me? Something? So if I do end up in with regular mortals and monsters smell me coming, the entire like medical school doesn't get attacked trying to get to me? Or, you know, I don't get expelled? And Sam huh? I'll look him up.

We could sure use some of you guys in my world. Demigods smell like Happy Meals. It's why we don't really live that long. Hard to survive when monsters can ping you from miles away. How did you guys do it? And don't you tell me the power of brotherly love.

[Will meant it as a joke, but the moment he said it he winced. Know thyself? Wasn't that written on Apollo's temple at Delphi? Guess his son still had to learn that.]

[righteously]

( Ah, crap. Can you teach me — he should've seen that coming. He's made it a blanket policy not to train teenagers to hunt. He turned Jesper down back at the start, even despite that kid's insane crackshot talents.

It's a little different, maybe, when he's talking to a monster magnet who inevitably attracts them to him like a honing beacon rather than one who wants to wander out into the desert proactively searching for lethal behemoths. )

No, brotherly love doesn't stop harpies.

( He drags a hand across his face, then lets it flop down onto his thigh again. )

Alright, tell you what. You start taking a class- a real class, somewhere. At the school, or with a tutor, or something, and in exchange... sure, kid. I'll teach you a few things about hunting. Deal?

[sonofacesius]

[This, the thing he'd been dancing around since he got here. Enroll in the medical school here in the Free Cities, or work in the clinic and run around like he was used to. He'd chosen the latter, but he knew, even if he ended up back home, he'd be faced with a similar choice. If he survived. School? or Camp. Here at least, maybe he could do both.]

No...it doesn't. [Will picked himself up off the grass, dusting his hands off on his shorts.]

Alright. Deal. I've been meaning to check out the medical school here anyway. [You know in a roundabout I've been meaning to clean my room for the past 5 months and just never happened to do it sort of way]

Thank you.

[righteously]

( Will earns himself a tight, clipped smile. Dean stands up from his perch, claps the kid approvingly on the shoulder, and announces: )

You're welcome. Now get the hell outta here, I got work to do.

( Another firm pat pat, and then he turns to ascend his ladder again. That roof ain't gonna shingle itself. )

[sonofacesius]

And I guess I have school to enroll in.

[Will gives Dean a little salute and scrambles to his feet. It wasn't like Dean made him swear on the Styx or anything but, a promise was a promise. He wasn't like the Gods. He kept his.]

I'd ask you to teach me that too but...I think I'll stick to medical stuff. See you around, Dean.