no one would die for you.

"I dont do debt, dude." he looped the ribbons of flannel *tight* around the man's leg. Instinctually looking at the other just incase he put up a fight. "Be grateful it hurts." he says half mockingly, as he repeats his dorm master's mantra from the last joint. "If it still hurts you're not dying yet- or-" His voice has a little bite to is as his eyes look away and he ties the loops off with a finishing pull. "Be grateful for crap you didnt even ask for." The sneer leaves his voice as he drops the flannel and looks around the hall.

Walking stick? Sam blinked slowly as the boy handed him the rusted thing, not really wanting to take it but not seeing much of an option. That thing would hardly help support the weight of a 200 pound man for even five minutes, but hopping on one leg wasn't really his thing either. He took the metal bar, resting it by his bare shoulder. His eyes flashed to his gun briefly before he returned his dilated pupils to the young blood, his brows furrow ever so slightly as he locked them on the kid's face.

"Jesus hotshot?" Harrison looked over his shoulder at the man. "So ill kill you next time what's the big deal?" He scoffed starting back down the hallway to the presumed exist. "once the word teenager comes out of your lips they'll start worrying what you did to me not what I did to them." He wasnt here to fight, so much for a good deed but course you couldnt be too carful either. He was just smart enough not to say it.

harrison looked at him with all the judgment a fifteen year old could muster up. "Are you shitting me??" He asks dumb founded as he stalks in closer to the other basically back into their little hide out again. It would be smarter to leave the guy here to die but he didnt like how much *trust* it involved. He also didnt like the idea of this guy staying here to die in some heroic death holding off back up. I mean, sure hed caused this whole mess but he had cleaned it up. Sorta.

His eyes tracked the younger, not responding with any hostility or care. When Sam's shirt was gestured at, he pulled off his jacket and offered up the sleeve of his flannel. It was a shame, he kind of liked that shirt, but he didn't know what he was doing, so Sam knew when to sit things out and let others take the wheel. He dragged himself to the stairs right next to him and sat down, leaning his back against the wall in a semi-laying position.

"I dont do debt, dude." he looped the ribbons of flannel *tight* around the man's leg. Instinctually looking at the other just incase he put up a fight. "Be grateful it hurts." he says half mockingly, as he repeats his dorm master's mantra from the last joint. "If it still hurts you're not dying yet- or-" His voice has a little bite to is as his eyes look away and he ties the loops off with a finishing pull. "Be grateful for crap you didnt even ask for." The sneer leaves his voice as he drops the flannel and looks around the hall.

Harrison's brows arched in disbelief but he said nothing, he knew better than to give lip to the bigger, stronger, serial killer-criminal with the gun cornering him in a dark section of no where. His brows did however raise more when he was ushered outside, guy like this wouldnt think twice about sending him out to test the waters. "Back up, huh?" Harrison muttered just under his breath his lack of trust peeking to show itself just slightly. Still the man had given him no reason to think hed not just fire again. All the same he kicks a plastic water bottle out the front of the door. the trash bouncing loudly as it crinkled and collided with the outside wall. Giving the door a abrupt kick he follows it, finding the area clear for now. He bothers to pause and look back at the stranger the whites of his eyes catching the blood more clearly in the new light. "You didnt spill any did you?" Harrison asks, thumb back at the hilt as he strokes out slow circles to calm himself.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, Sam was beginning to feel the slight ache in his thigh as he placed minimal weight on it with each step. He was a few steps into the building when he heard the boy's voice call to him again, giving a slight pause to his movement as he glanced down. Bending his leg a bit, Sam peeked behind it to see there was another hole in the back of his leg. The blood was soaking his jeans but it wasn't trickling too far down his leg yet. However, he was aware that the blood on the bullet that was somewhere in the crime scene was going to be found eventually.

harrison looked at him with all the judgment a fifteen year old could muster up. "Are you shitting me??" He asks dumb founded as he stalks in closer to the other basically back into their little hide out again. It would be smarter to leave the guy here to die but he didnt like how much *trust* it involved. He also didnt like the idea of this guy staying here to die in some heroic death holding off back up. I mean, sure hed caused this whole mess but he had cleaned it up. Sorta.

He had just about enough time to roll his eyes at the edgy come back, before the larger was dashing the door and dragging their kills inside. Fuck that was as cool as it was frightening, death wasnt chasing him he was chasing death, fast and fierce and with all the excitement of a man leaving a isolation cell for the first time in decades. Suddenly something was being shouted at harrison-

Harrison's brows arched in disbelief but he said nothing, he knew better than to give lip to the bigger, stronger, serial killer-criminal with the gun cornering him in a dark section of no where. His brows did however raise more when he was ushered outside, guy like this wouldnt think twice about sending him out to test the waters. "Back up, huh?" Harrison muttered just under his breath his lack of trust peeking to show itself just slightly. Still the man had given him no reason to think hed not just fire again. All the same he kicks a plastic water bottle out the front of the door. the trash bouncing loudly as it crinkled and collided with the outside wall. Giving the door a abrupt kick he follows it, finding the area clear for now. He bothers to pause and look back at the stranger the whites of his eyes catching the blood more clearly in the new light. "You didnt spill any did you?" Harrison asks, thumb back at the hilt as he strokes out slow circles to calm himself.

The kid was armed. Good. Sam held himself back from suggesting the kid to keep his blade out, returning his gaze to the doors. Briefly, just briefly, his irises skipped over to the archangel that walked over to the door and peeked his blond head outside. His grip tightened on the knife when Lucifer took two steps backwards, giving him a single nod.

He had just about enough time to roll his eyes at the edgy come back, before the larger was dashing the door and dragging their kills inside. Fuck that was as cool as it was frightening, death wasnt chasing him he was chasing death, fast and fierce and with all the excitement of a man leaving a isolation cell for the first time in decades. Suddenly something was being shouted at harrison-

Sam kept peeking over the other walls, making sure none of the cops were heading their way as he retreated back towards the kid and the door. His eyes scanned the door while he patted himself down. Somewhere in his pockets he had some coins on him, not that he knew the difference between a dime and a penny's shapes and sizes. When his fingers finally touched a coin he simply handed it to the younger, not even bothering to check which one of the two it was.

"dude, you seriously want to take a cop?" He asked, tone as sincere as it could be taken- mocking. Harrison wasnt above bringing home a little bacon, he'd done worse things leading up till now. As silently as possible the teen followed orders, crouching and backing into the corner. How far would this guy even expect him to take it. He wasnt looking to do time for someone else's impulsive bullshit.

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"dude, you seriously want to take a cop?" He asked, tone as sincere as it could be taken- mocking. Harrison wasnt above bringing home a little bacon, he'd done worse things leading up till now. As silently as possible the teen followed orders, crouching and backing into the corner. How far would this guy even expect him to take it. He wasnt looking to do time for someone else's impulsive bullshit.

Dex moved in to help prop the other man up slightly, going slow and letting him lean on him as much as he needed to comfortable shuffle into a more seated position. "You can have a sip." He says a little dry and a little stern, moving to walk into the illuminated kitchen. "But only enough to wet your throat, if they want to rush you into emergency surgery it will lessen your chances." He continues once back with a cup of water hardly filled half way. He brings the cup over to the FBI agent, helping support the heavy ceramic for weak arms.

Dex took a minute to let the words mull over his mind like a fine wine he was unable to stop sipping. It was sweet at a bit sour at first, then tickled the back of his throat. A religious man? So did they share a little secret? That blossom of fear that swelled inside any sinner who knelt to a power they couldnt sense but only trust. A gloved had kept his head down, eyes averted in shame and in fear. What was in his eyes dex wondered, what twisted inside his mind?

It was a strategic move however you look at it. Dex was a serial killer, a good serial killer. Probably one of the best serial killers Florida had seen if you weighed how many years he had gotten away with so many murders. But that didnt make him god no- it made him bad, worse. He was the Butcher who lurked under the face of the water. Scarring kids, one of his own small ones even. Hunting monsters didnt make you good, saving lives didnt make you good if you were just going to use the same choice of weapon as the man you hunted in the first place. That made you the same, that made it a excuse. Cherry picked favoritism and Dex hated nothing more.

Dex redirected him, a almost uncharastically gently push from his hands encouraging the other man to lay down. He had the boy prop pillows under his father, leaving him to lay at a slant. "He's sleeping." Dex reassured his voice, even for only a minute slipping into a calm and understanding tone the moment captured one between two fathers meeting one another in the middle. "He was very worried about you, it took me a while to get him to bed."

He didnt sleep well in new places, he didnt sleep well at all anymore. Ever since his dark passenger had come to life, road with him in the front for the first time. The killer had been dozing in part his eyes closing the world muting only to snap back away with a sudden panic before grunting softly and recollecting himself. The words did not fall on deaf ears. "Dont try to stand, you'll pull my stiches." He instructs voice low and level. He was exhausted from playing nurse and babysitter alike.

Dex's keen ears didnt let that slide, 'allowed out- im too bad' was that just the langue of a brat with a protective father? Or was Penber some kind of kinky shit- a monster in disguise maybe even trapped in his own delusion of love? Either way it didnt matter right now. He took the sewing needles and fish wire with a short thank you. Turning his attention back to Penber he pulled the blanket back a grunt of dissatisfaction as he looked at the semi belted and bloody mess. "He's lucky." Dex said allowed crouching down by the still unconscious body-

A few minutes too late dex realized he was quite literally looming over the smaller boy. Hm. Not too comforting. He had no plans to take care of this kid, Dex didnt need anymore responsibility but until the man woke back up and recovered this brat needed to be cared for. Dex crouched down, leaning back on his heels sighing before rolling his neck to one side. He was so fucking tired, and so fucking done playing pretend. But he didnt really have a choice.

"Tsk." Pathetic and weak, he'd shown a sliver of promise but now he was nothing more than another chore. Turning sharply Dex walked away from the teenager dragging Penber all the way before he plucked him from the ground to be laid out neatly on the couch. Turning he stormed past the boy into the bathroom, his feet practically stomping as his mind zeroed in on task by task. A moment's rummaging and clattering before he stormed back to the couch. A boddle of iodine was torn free by his teeth before the brownish yellow dye soaked his stomach and splashed on the couch below. It wasnt going to do much, not with that rag blotting off the wound. But it was better than letting the streets bacteria run free on his torso. Dex adjusted his body, propping his chest up and his head back. Another stopping session and he has left to and returned from a bed room after banging the door open. Dragging out a blanket to drape him in.