1847/Another Day, Another Hunt

Another Day, Another Hunt
Date of Scene:	06 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Dean Winchester, Erica Reyes

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Dean Winchester has posed:
The dusty bar at the edge of the street is quiet around noon. The door swings open with a low creak, giving way to Dean. His broad shoulders, crew-cut, and grey sweater suggest he's more college freshman than hunter, but the large crossbow in his arms and quirk of his eyebrows say something very different.

The serenity of the bar seems immediately broken thanks to Dean's arrival, particularly as his green eyes flit about the room. There's a long pause as his lips pucker, he sucks on the inside of his cheek, and his weapon lowers. His throat clears, "Uh," he attempts to get the attention of those present. "Anyone see a really really large wolf come through here? I mean, like huge. Massive, even." His lips turn downwards slightly. "Anyone?" His eyes turn to one of the tables at the back. "...anyone at all?"

The silence he's met with for several beats causes him to fill it as he backs up slowly towards the door, "Bueller? Bueller?" More silence sees him turning on his heel to tread back out of the bar.

Erica Reyes has posed:
Once he's out of the bar, a blonde will come up along from the side of the building. Blonde curls tumble over the black of her cold shoulder top that's paired with dark jeans and boots. There's a toss of her head, as brown eyes narrow at him a bit. A hand settles on her hip, stance shifting a bit as she looks at him, body language confident bordering on cocky. "What's the wolf look like?" She'll just get right to the point, tipping her head to look at him.

She'll move, stepping a little closer, eyes moving over the crossbow slowly, as if admiring the weapon. "Dark, like black, or lighter hued? Did you notice the color of its eyes?" As if anyone looks at the eye color of a huge wolf, right?

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Dark grey," comes Dean's abrupt response. His footfalls pace quicker. "Bright yellow eyes," because that isn't a detail that would miss his notice. The heavy boots he wears displace dirt with every step, particularly as his purposed paces draw him back towards the parking lot.

The crossbow lifts slightly before he ducks behind a car. Dean glances over his shoulder and presses a finger to his lips, indicating to anyone else present to stay quiet. Slowly, carefully, he slides around the car. But on the other side there isn't one large wolf, but a series of medium-sized dark grey ones. "Oh come on," he mutters with a brief shake of his head.

Erica Reyes has posed:
"Are you sure they just aren't displaced real ones?" She'll ask, voice low and husky, even as she follows in his wake, ducking down behind the car.She will spill out around the other side behind him, then stepping out from behind him to see the wolves there.

There's a deep breath, her head tilting, and just letting her eyes light up that golden yellow hue a moment. She'll try to suss out exactly what's going on here, and try to save both wolves and hunter alike. "Well, they do travel in packs, handsome." She murmurs aside to Dean.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"There's very little I'm sure of anymore," Dean answers gruffly more to himself than the blonde as he peeks around the car. The wolves are gone. Without a trace. Or a sound. That can't be good. He slides out from his hiding spot and his green eyes scan the parking lot again. With a tightening of his jaw, his fingers whiten around the grip on the crossbow. He takes a step away from the car and actually stands to get a better look.

Still nothing.

His expression flattens. His head turns to look towards the bar and then back to the blonde. A faint breeze brushes up the dust of the empty lot next door. He frowns. And whether curiosity or instinct call him forward, slower, more hazardous paces take him towards the next lot.

Erica Reyes has posed:
"Most people are happy when the wolves go away." Erica will mutter, even as she moves to trail Dean. "You do this a lot, honey?" She'll ask, curious to exactly who/what she is dealing with here. He doesn't look or smell familiar.. though there's something about his scent that nags at the back of her mind. "I mean, lugging around a crossbow after wolves isn't how most people spend their day.

She's hoping he's just a regular human, because her own heartrate is a little accelerated. She's fairly sure none of her pack or known associates is running amok, but a pack invading could be very, very bad.

Dean Winchester has posed:
The dust of the next lot in front of the abandoned convenience store given into deep-seated disrepair displays the vague outline of multiple paw prints. Yeah, the pack came this way. Dean quiets for a moment and presses his fingers to his lip while he pauses to listen to, well, nothing. It's quiet. Too quiet.

His gaze cuts back to the woman trailing after him. His heart beat races, but his breathing slows. And the convenience store is considered. Slowly, carefully, Dean's chin lifts to eyes the building. Again, his eyes scan the building with the purpose, rooting out any clues he can. It's only then that the question finally registers, "This?" His eyebrows lift while he treads to the door of the convenience store. "Nah. Just... a health... inspector..." His sleeve rubs at the outside of the window, aiming to clean it before attempting to peek in, but the glare is too great. He frowns.

Erica Reyes has posed:
Erica will listen with greater hearing ability, stilling as she tries to figure out the best play, here. She doesn't exactly want to out herself, again, to some hero she doesn't know. "Yeah, health inspector. Can you tell me why you're after these wolves? I mean.. are you a hunter.. or something?" There's words laden with meaning there, even as she slides around the side of the old store to try and find a better vantage point to peek inside.

"They eat someone or something? I mean, most people leave wild wolves alone unless they are troubling the neighborhood or something." The blonde will turn to peer around the corner back at the guy. "Erica, by the by."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Serious... health code... violations," Dean replies grimly as he begins surveying the perimeter of the building. He doesn't even miss a beat on his health code persona. Quickly, he moves to the door. His eyes squint and he peers at it for a moment, as if weighing something in his mind. He inhales a deep breath, and in a second, he's running into the door and... bouncing back onto his back on the ground. "I knew that wouldn't work," he mumbles.

And as he hits the ground, a very large dark grey yellow-eyed wolf leaps from the roof the building on top of him. The wolf nips and growls, biting hard at his sleeve, and earning a groan in return. SHIELD's jacket armour is working. Bonus points for May.

Using his own arm as a brace, while fully-aware that he's going to have a nasty bruise from it, he wriggles beneath the wolves four massive paws to slide a knife from his opposite sleeve to his own hand. The knife makes purchase with the beast, eliciting a yelp from the massive beast and causing it to back up.

Erica Reyes has posed:
It's a shame Erica can detect lies, even from a smooth talking devil like this one. But the sound of the wolf brings Erica on the run, and just after Dean sinks his knife into it and making it back up, the blonde is advancing towards it, moving to put herself between it and the human hunter. Eyes will glow that bright golden yellow, as she hunches her shoulders just a bit into a more attack ready pose.

"You all right? Back up. Keep an eye out for the other ones we saw." Her voice is lower, very throaty, almost growly in the way it sounds. She's on the edge of claws and fangs making an appearance, and trying to keep herself from going over it.

Dean Winchester has posed:
That bit of distance has Dean clambering to his feet. He reaches back for his crossbow which he'd dropped in the course of the attack. The change in her eyes earns Erica a wry lift of Dean's eyebrow. His lips tweak downwards and he looks between the pair with thinly veiled irritation. "Friend of yours?" he asks Erica when he motions to the wolf he'd been hunting. But even as the words escape his mouth, the smaller wolves leap off the rooftop.

The light in his eyes deadens. "At least it's not water," he murmurs to himself before firing the crossbow towards the larger wolf. The arrow digs deeply into the beast's shoulder, causing a loud roar from its very belly. It stares at the pair for a moment before turning on its heel and running in the opposite direction.

Dean curses as he glances back to the smaller wolves that have taken to encircling them. "He's their master--" he begins before getting knocked off his feet again by one of the smaller wolves.

Erica Reyes has posed:
"No." The word is a growl, and as the blonde takes that last step. Eyes keep gleaming that yellow hue, even as she ruins her manicure and the claws come out. She takes off after the larger wolf, able to run faster than the human male even in heeled boots. Unless something stops her, she will run to catch it, and attempt to claw its throat out. Only way to stop the smaller wolves is to take out the leader, right?

Dean Winchester has posed:
The wolf takes chase. It leads Erica behind the convenience store towards a woods that doesn't offer the most hospitable environment. But she easily tackled it to the ground. The attempt to tear its throat is met with fierce fight back. The beast's teeth snap hard at back at Erica.

Meanwhile, Dean has managed to wriggle a knife from his other sleeve, and he rather aggressively swipes at the beasts to give himself some space. Slowly, his opposite hand trails to the inside of his jacket to retrieve his Colt...

Erica Reyes has posed:
The woods are the best. Despite her (now ruined) manicure, her footwear, her perfectly done hair, Erica spends a lot of time in the woods, away from the streets in general. She has no problem chasing him into the woods. Once tackled, that snap of teeth barely missing her face. Her one hand moves to push the muzzle up in a sloppy attempted at a headlock, while her other tenses, digging her claws in before fingers contract, and she uses her enhanced strength to tear out the throat and end the life of the wolf. As much as it is a regrettable action, it's necessary.

She barely lets herself breathe, pushing to her feet before she's running back towards the store and the lot in front of it. There's no hiding the literal blood on her hands, but black is always good for hiding blood and splatter. She's hurrying back, just in case he needs a hand.

Dean Winchester has posed:
And the torn throat lifts the curse on the others. The medium sized wolves look leerily towards Dean before skittering away. Winchester returns the Colt to its holster and slides his knife back into its sheath stored in his sleeve. His breathing rakes his threat and he issues Erica a vague nod in return. "Thanks," he murmurs softly. "That... was helpful." His lips hitch up on one side. "He gone?" he finally asks. Because if not, he's going to have to keep tracking the wolf.

Erica Reyes has posed:
Erica pulls up out of her run, seeing the other wolves dispersing. Her non-bloody hand scoops her hair up and back away from her face, the bloody one held close to her body though she knows she can't hide it. "That's me, Helper girl." There's a hint of a smirk at that, head tilting just a touch to the right as she looks at him. "I don't leave things unfinished. He's dead." She shrugs, though she ponders going back to burn it and be sure. "Got a name, health inspector?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean rubs his nose with his sleeve as if trying to remove some grime that doesn't exist. His head tilts to the side slightly. "John Matrix." His eyebrows draw together. "I came to deal with the pest control problem." His hand absently trails to his side. He groans and then forces a near-smile that never touches his eyes. "Good to meet you, Erica," evidently he was listening. Who knew?

Erica Reyes has posed:
Brown eyes roll, and her hand is on her hip again, her stance all sass. "You do know I can tell when you lie, right?" She asks, tossed her hair again. At least her fangs and claws have retracted, and other than her bloodstained hand she looks pretty normal. "Whatever. You're not the first hunter I've met. But that was not a normal pack. Wolf or Werewolf."

Dean Winchester has posed:
The remark earns a sly smile. "All the more reason to lie," he answers as if that clears everything up. Dean's hands retreat into his jacket pockets. Her observation about the pack earns a small shrug--a kind of admission without having to give too much away.

One of his hands moves from his pockets. "And you're not the first Werewolf I've met." He turns on his heel to head back to the parking lot next door. "No full moon, light of day," he observes each of these facts rather than gives information. "Begs lots of questions." His cheeks puff out as his lips seal together. Yes, he does know something. No, he doesn't feel like sharing.

Erica Reyes has posed:
"All the more reason to piss me off?" Erica all but snorts with those words, even as she keeps watching him. "No full moon, but I can change. That.. that was not a normal werewolf pack." Erica's eyes dart away from the hunter a moment, paling just a touch as something occurs to her. Shit.

"The smaller wolves, if they had been werewolves, they would have chased me going after their alpha, before coming at you.. normally, anyhow. And uh.. I can't actually be a full on wolf. Most of the werewolves I know can't." Most.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean just shrugs while he continues on a path to the Impala. "Take it how you like, lady." His eyes scan the area again, puzzling through something. The observation about the wolves has his lips pursing. "But thanks for the assist. Normally have a partner in crime who helps me inspect facilities like these." He cracks another smug smile.

Erica Reyes has posed:
"Well, I just seem to be the pinch hitter when good looking hunter boys come around solo. You probably needed my help less than the last one, other than you'd never be able to run the big wolf down. The last guy, super cute, super nice.. but probably shouldn't have been hunting in a cast." Brown eyes check out that smile, her left eyebrow drawing up in a slow, lazy arch. "Does that smile work on all the ladies?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Discussion of another hunter prompts a vague wrinkling of his brow, furrowing of his eyebrows, and curving of his lips. The notion of hunting in a cast though prompts him to shake his head slightly, "Occupational hazard, I'd guess. Health inspecting isn't so taxing." His eyes spark with a hint of mischief.

But the question at the end actually causes Dean's smile to falter and the smugness to fade. His chin drops towards his chest and his fingers rake through his hair only to abruptly drop to his side. His chin lifts and he shoots her a very forced smile. "Well. I should," he motions towards the dark coloured Impala he's now standing next to. "Reports to file." His eyebrows draw together more tightly, "With the city. A health inspector's work is never done."

Erica Reyes has posed:
"Well, the cast saved him from a nasty bite, so.. all the better in that case, I suppose. So do you guys have like a union, or a phone tree or something? I'm not up for roaming around the country.. pack animal and all, but I don't mind assisting.. provided you guys aren't going to shoot me." There's a dry humor to that.

She blinks, and moves forward to lay her clean hand barely against his sleeve. "I'm sorry." It's quick and whispered, before her hand is gone and the words are lost on the wind. She didn't mean to poke a sore spot. She'll dig in her pocket, a tiny note pad and pen retrieved, a number scribbled down. "Just in case you ever hear of another.. nasty case a health inspector shouldn't face alone." She'll move back from the car, turning towards the road. "Or if you just want to have a drink. I'll see you next time, Mr. Inspector."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean doesn't move around from that small touch. He manages a faint smile at the apology. "No apology necessary." He manages another vague smile--this one far more polite than smug. He takes the number and issues her a nod. "I'll keep it in mind," he offers in return as his smile remains. "Health inspectors shouldn't always work alone. Thanks."

The door opens and he slips into the vehicle and waves at her before putting the car into drive. "Time to find the coven," he mutters to himself before the car races down the highway.

Erica Reyes has posed:
She won't mention the apology again, she's far too used to men who don't do well with comfort and sympathy. "Most of them shouldn't." She flashes him a smile, waving as he drives off. She'll duck back into the bar, clean up her hand, and head off home.