Owner	Pose
Dean Winchester	It's been a while since Dean's run into Petra, but....he's out in Salem Center and though this isn't a cheeseburger, Dean's tried his best to make it one. Pizza. Tomato sauce. Beef. Severaal extra cheese, because. Dean. Wht it turned into is a cheese selection on beef on pizza base. See, Dean's kinda, sorta ot this, but he's also waiting, he is waiting on a Petra to show up so they can go check out a house. That sounds perfectly normal, until anyone cares to figure out what Dean (and Petra for that matter) are. So no, not house hunting. More hunting what may be in the house
Petra	For her part, Petra was looking...different. Normal for one, given the simple jeans and leather jacket she was wearing, but her naturally ashen hair was get black and that scar on her face was missing. At a casual glance? She'd look completely like another woman! Such was the usefulness of a Glamour spell...plus it rendered her weapons invisible. A straight-forward stride, she simply sits herself down, crossing her arms at her chest and tilting her head. It'd probably take Dean a second, but likely little more given she'd barely changed her face...unless he hadn't really looked at her face. "Ready to go?"
Dean Winchester	Dean glances up and isn't even trying to lift the pizza slice. The fact it's gone from solid to...whatever /that/ thing on his plate is, well....that's another reason to get his jacket on and head out with her. Looking from Petra to the slice of soggy, this was a bad idea pizza, Dean knows there's no contest and he cracks a smile. "Sure, you and that house are more interesting than that pizza anyhow" he nods, "Reminds me why pizza's a bad idea" Glancing around he shakes his head and reaches for his jacket. Oh sure, he's got his handgun, but he's also got a (fake) badge saying he's a PI with a concealed carry permit. Good job, Dean. "You sure you know what you're getting into?" he asks with a nod as he gets to his feet. "I mean, we're both capable and can kick butt, but....yeah I'd rather not have to explain to Sammy why I got you hurt on my watch" he says, sounding....wait a moment, is that a tiny bit of anxiety?
Petra	Clearly the man had recognized Petra despite her disguise and taken it in her stride. A shrug, she was happy enough to move to follow and step back to her feet, but that warning and question her way? It brought a soft chuckle from the sorceress. "If you're wanting to sit this one out..." she offers before gesturing to herself. "I can handle this, and I have been dealing with this for a while...I would imagine much longer than you or 'Sammy'."
Dean Winchester	Dean just got asked if he wanted to sit it out. No! "Nah" Dean grins. "Unless you want to come keep me company" he nods. "Besides, two sets of hands are better than one, right? I mean" je ads amdlooks ks back to the pizza slice with a look like somebody just insulted him. Watching Petra Dean laughs. "I'm absolutely coming with you. You got the address written down?"he asks, coe for I will drive and nobody touches the radio. Well, no, nobody touches the radio except, well, except....maybe Dean could make an exception. With that he looks from Petra to the door, "Shall we?" he adds. Oh he'd offer her his hand but...he's needing his hands to fight and drive and things. Plus offering her his hand may get people talking. Oh, god, if his network start talking among themselves Dean may not live that down. Which is why Dean does offer his hand. Because, he likes living dangerously and iss barreling forward like a train with no brakes.
Petra	"Two sets of hands are good, especially when one of them has an enchanted weapon and significant spell-casting ability, right?" A smirk, she gestures for him to lead the way to the car, waving dismissively. "I didn't drive," she explains. "Some people can be a little bit weird about teleporation." Into the car she moves, settling herself into the seat and buckling up with a glance about. If anyone was going to consider a classic, it was probably an immortal sorceress, but the car was certainly 'lived in'.
Dean Winchester	Dean slides into the driver's seat. Oh he agrees on the whole 'if anyone was going for a classic' point. But this is as much his home as anything...given how lived in it is realy. Sure. Sure. Petra may have magic on her side. Fancy and all that, Dean's got good old fashioned punching and stabbing and shooting things to compliment that. See. Dean's like the anti magic version, if Petra was male and had about as much magic as a loaf of bread. Dean grins and turns the key as Baby rumbles to life. Good. Radio on, good. Buckling in, Dean glances around. "Alright here we go. Yeah this is going to be fun...and interesting" he says and glances to Petra before he looks amused. "So tell me about yourself" he starts..and more to the point, starts driving. hey, he survived drinks with Hela, c'mon, he's pretty much got a nose for getting into and out of trouble. And a desire to make sure they are both safe. Rules of good safe practical hunting. Or something like that. Sam's nowhere to be seen, but...but....ah fine.
Petra	Lounging back in the Impala's passenger seat, there's a raised eyebrow but not a voiced complaint from the sorceress. Instead as they travel the false image of her dark-haired and casually-dressed woman melts away to reveal Petra's true face, hair and 'hunting gear'. A little exhaled breath with the release of the spell she'd done oh-so-casually, the huntress glances sidelong at the question with a little smirk. "I'm a centuries-old sorceress who's been hunting monsters since times before gunpowder was even known about by most, trained by...well, that's a whole other thing. I also quite like reading, swimming and enjoy chinese food. How much more would you like to know?" It's all listed off in her faintly British tones, another sidelong glance offered lightly.
Dean Winchester	Dean focuses on the road for a moment while he listeens with a smile. "So you're an every day sorceress who hunts monsters?" Dean asks. Looking over to Petra, Dean grins, a full on grin. "So you're not some whole oh let me hide in my books type sorceress" Dean adds with a laugh, "You're the sort I could drink tea with" Dean nods. Open mouth, keep talking, Winchester. "Whereas with me, I kick monsters back to where they come from. I'm the sorta hunter who loves the last beer, sticks his neck out and knows what I'm up to. Also pie. Gotta love pie, ya?" Dean adds and grins more.
Petra	"Just so," Petra muses, shrugging lightly before tilint her head at his little taunt about Sorceress'. "I imagine we've known very different sorceress in our time, I read plenty...I've just had a lot of time to do it in the past, and practical application is the best teacher." Dean's comment about Tea earns a chuckle, but his own summary of himself, that earns a little nod and tilt of her head. "You're an 'everyman' made something else by chance or fate...but yes, there is nothing wrong with pie."
Dean Winchester	"I hear ya" Dean grins, flooring it as he's focused on driving. "See that's me. An everyman that hunts down things" Dean nods, "My father was a hunter, it's my brother and I who carry it on, you know?" Dean adds and laughs. "Nothing, nothing at all wrong with pie no" Dean smirks. "Any sort of pie, oh, yes. Cheeseburgers too" Dean offers watching the road and Petra out the corner of his eye, pulling up in front of the house.
Petra	At the house they've finally arrived, Petra climbs from the car and glances around. Witnesses, bystanders, people who might watch them or follow them in were always a concern. Of course there were always the usual dangers, but Petra herself had the added complication of revealing her magics generally freaking people out: they did used to burn witches after all! Looking towards the door, she gestures for Dean to lead or follow, but it seemed that was her direction as she began to move up. Time to take a look around!
Dean Winchester	Dean may have only gone and skipped college (that was Sam's thing to go to school) but even he knows of them burning witches. Something he's not okay with, skeptical as even he is Dean still thinks it wrong...as he trails behind her. Hey if she's more capable a fighter then okay, she can lead. Dean? He'll follow