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[venatoris]

I haven't, nope.

[ Hoping to see someone, maybe a little. Cas does as he pleases, but Dean's spent six months looking for him with a vampire, only to be yanked here, reunited, and he's barely seen him since. ]

I'm a fan of whiskey. Bourbon when I can get it, but I'll take whatever's on hand. [ he's easy. ]

[cicatricem]

Hnn.

[He's clearly much a very chatty guy, but Dean at least might be used to that from the more overly serious hunters that run amuck across the States. As he gets a drink from the bartender, he does seem to take note of something in particular.]

Those from this place?

[He nods to Dean's scars.

Sang-Wook isn't really up to date on who has been here and how long, but it could be helpful to see just what kind of dangers might linger around here.]

[venatoris]

Ah... [ He looks down at his hands and chuckles, flexing his fingers, thumbing over the opposite knuckle before reaching for his drink again. ]

Nah. They're, uh - from Purgatory, mostly.

[cicatricem]

[Oh, that's a great way to make a usually stoic expression turn puzzled.]

Nonliterally?

[He'd seen someone muttering on the network about this place being purgatory; he doesn't really think he believes it, but he also can't say it sounds completely outlandish. All things considered.]

[venatoris]

[ yeah it can be a hard pill to swallow, he gets it. He doesn't expect anyone to believe him, tbh. ]

Literally. I spent six months there. Came straight here. Somehow.

[cicatricem]

Sounds impossible.

[Of course, they both know that impossibilities are very real here. What reason would he have to deny, deny, deny, when he knows that anything and everything will occur here? He shrugs.]

... Guess it doesn't matter what it sounds like here.

Almost fist-fought a werewolf here, recently.