He breathes heavily, the fear in his eyes still vibrant and darting to look for another weapon as he stays close to the wall. Okay, so this guy is all muscle. All tall, scary muscle. Crap. Crap. Of course, when he finally stares at him for a moment he kind of sees where the face is familiar — different, weathered, but Dean's always had a pretty obvious look about him. He was fifteen back home, though, and this guy isn't.
He stays tucked up against the wall, but this time he finds a sword on a rack and holds it out unsteadily in his hand. There's no real form to it, no knowledge of how to hold it.
"You're a shapeshifter."
He's not asking. It wouldn't make any sense for this to be Dean. Dean's a kid.
He tries not to look afraid.
"Don't fuck around with me — you know my family's some of the best hunters around. You better let me out of here right now. John doesn't like when you mess with his luggage."
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Date: 2014-06-04 03:55 am (UTC)He breathes heavily, the fear in his eyes still vibrant and darting to look for another weapon as he stays close to the wall. Okay, so this guy is all muscle. All tall, scary muscle. Crap. Crap. Of course, when he finally stares at him for a moment he kind of sees where the face is familiar — different, weathered, but Dean's always had a pretty obvious look about him. He was fifteen back home, though, and this guy isn't.
He stays tucked up against the wall, but this time he finds a sword on a rack and holds it out unsteadily in his hand. There's no real form to it, no knowledge of how to hold it.
"You're a shapeshifter."
He's not asking. It wouldn't make any sense for this to be Dean. Dean's a kid.
He tries not to look afraid.
"Don't fuck around with me — you know my family's some of the best hunters around. You better let me out of here right now. John doesn't like when you mess with his luggage."