( Good news, C-Dawg: suicide missions are his specialty. The harder he tries to suicide mission himself, the less suicide actually happens on his missions. That's why he's perfect for this; the universe steadfastly refuses to let him finally die, just out of pure spite, he thinks. And if he's not allowed to die, the people he's unofficially decreed as under his protection definitely aren't allowed to die, because he absolutely does not have the emotional bandwidth to be able to deal with that, like, at all, even a little. Screw all that noise.

So, yeah. Really.

He snorts. )

Chaperone? Sister, rule number one about hunting: never hunt solo. That's, like, the first thing you're supposed to learn. Did they teach you guys anything at that stupid camp?

( Seriously, you got one moron running around refusing to carry weapons, you got another ungrateful little shit denying multiple universes and angels, and now you've got Little Miss Lone Wolf wandering out into the badlands without a partner. He'd like to file a formal complaint or seven. )