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]

( 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.