[ Fucking witches. Dean hates them, hates their hex bags and their spells, hates their friggin' bodily fluids spraying everywhere, hates everything about it. It's disgusting, all of it is just disgusting.
He hates vamps too, for the most part - nasty bastards, leaving as much goo (blood) around as much as the witches sometimes, but he's helpful in a pinch, at least. Especially when he gets reckless - which...is frequently. He's kind of a shoot now, ask questions later kinda guy, which is all well and good in some situations, like...wendigos, demons, shit like that. But when you're dealing with pissed witches, they like to throw you around before they kill you, and it doesn't take much to end up pretty busted, shoulder fucked, head ringing, bloodied, unconcious.
Awesome.
He doesn't want to wake up; he's probably freakin' concussed (for...the umpteenth time, thank god for angels with superpowers, he'd have brain damage otherwise), and when Ethan shakes him he plays dead for a few moments before cracking an eye with a groan. ]
No.
apologies; i am the slowest granola during the week, ugh ><
[ Ethan was not impressed. Or moved by the man's pathetic plight. It only served him right, in the vampire's view, and it was a set of several miracles (or so he'd been given to understand) that the man was still breathing and walking around.
Why did humans do this sort of shit to themselves? Or, at the least, put themselves in a situation where it happened?
He swore he'd never understand it at all.
Nevertheless, Ethan also knew that if Dean didn't get that shoulder fixed, then it'd get worse, and be even more painful, and he'd have to listen to the human bitch for the next however-many days before it hurt enough to make him do something about it. Ergo, the vampire simply pushed the hunter to his back, put a knee on the mattress, and gave that arm a solid yank, hearing the satisfying pop! as the joint abruptly snapped back into place.
Let him yell. ]
There. [ Said matter-of-factly. ] You swilled all the booze last night, so you're just going to have to do with painkillers and water.
[ Both of which the vampire now had in hand, offered to the hunter with all the sympathy of a marble statue. ]
DONT BE LMAO im about to be REALLY slow, going out of the country for 2.5 weeks
[ A string of curses comes out, a snarl coupled with a whine of pain. Fuck, that hurts - and it's not the first time he's had to have it shoved back into joint. God damn it. ]
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He hates vamps too, for the most part - nasty bastards, leaving as much goo (blood) around as much as the witches sometimes, but he's helpful in a pinch, at least. Especially when he gets reckless - which...is frequently. He's kind of a shoot now, ask questions later kinda guy, which is all well and good in some situations, like...wendigos, demons, shit like that. But when you're dealing with pissed witches, they like to throw you around before they kill you, and it doesn't take much to end up pretty busted, shoulder fucked, head ringing, bloodied, unconcious.
Awesome.
He doesn't want to wake up; he's probably freakin' concussed (for...the umpteenth time, thank god for angels with superpowers, he'd have brain damage otherwise), and when Ethan shakes him he plays dead for a few moments before cracking an eye with a groan. ]
No.
apologies; i am the slowest granola during the week, ugh ><
Why did humans do this sort of shit to themselves? Or, at the least, put themselves in a situation where it happened?
He swore he'd never understand it at all.
Nevertheless, Ethan also knew that if Dean didn't get that shoulder fixed, then it'd get worse, and be even more painful, and he'd have to listen to the human bitch for the next however-many days before it hurt enough to make him do something about it. Ergo, the vampire simply pushed the hunter to his back, put a knee on the mattress, and gave that arm a solid yank, hearing the satisfying pop! as the joint abruptly snapped back into place.
Let him yell. ]
There. [ Said matter-of-factly. ] You swilled all the booze last night, so you're just going to have to do with painkillers and water.
[ Both of which the vampire now had in hand, offered to the hunter with all the sympathy of a marble statue. ]
DONT BE LMAO im about to be REALLY slow, going out of the country for 2.5 weeks
[ A string of curses comes out, a snarl coupled with a whine of pain. Fuck, that hurts - and it's not the first time he's had to have it shoved back into joint. God damn it. ]
You asshole.
[ And no BOOZE Dean is going to simply expire. ]
There's nothing at all?