Don't call me Sunshine

ever   so   curious   ……   that,   and   syphas   gut   told   her   to   follow   the   burning   sense   of   adventure   just   beneath   a   joyful   smile.   she   jumps   down   from   her   perch   on   her   tree,   her   landing   soft   due   to   the   gust   of   wind   she   stirred   to   aide   her   fall.   “   oye!   ”   she   begins   ;   looking   entirely   too   gleeful   by   the   emerging   monster   to   be   sane.   “   you   can’t   leave   now,   it’s   about   to   get   fun.   ”   her   hand   reaches   out   to   grab   her   forearm.   “   hell.   it   comes   from   hell.   and   we   need   to   kill   it   before   it   hurts   anyone.   ”   she   replies,   her   own   spanish   accent   evident.   she   didn’t   have   trevor,   her   partner   and   also   a   hunter,   so   this   hunter   would   have   to   do.   “   i   have   experience.   ”   she   assures   the   other,   a   gutural   growl   now   audible   from   the   emerging   creature.   holding   the   other   steady   so   she   couldn’t   get   further   past   the   trees,   a   beat   passing,   and   releasing   her   hold.   sypha   wouldn’t   hold   the   other   captive   afterall.   

❝ You want to kill that giant thing? ❞ A string of expletives fell quietly from her lips in Spanish, wishing that there was a better option. Sunni loved to hunt, to find the baddest creatures there were and destroy them. But when it came to god-like looking ones, she’d rather have time to research and prepare. While she was irritated at her retreat being halted by the other female, she knew that the woman had a point. They needed to kill it. ❝ I’m really going to regret this. ❞

Sighing, she drew two Browning 9MM she kept holstered under either arm. While normally the second was for emergencies, this felt like a two gun problem. All her blades felt superfluous right then. As the other held her back, she parted her lips to tell the woman that experience didn’t matter. But as soon as that thing was closer, she winced, her head feeling like it was being split and she was momentarily grateful for the steadying hand.

“uhh,   no fucking idea,”  he stands beside her,   gun at the ready,  finger on the trigger ready to fire at a moments notice,   but his eyes mesmerized by the sight before him,   not really something he’s seen.   if he could come close he’d consider his ordeal with the leviathan close but this was something far more alien and well,  bigger,   massive in comparison.    “let’s um—-”  steel-toed boots hold him steady in place as she backed up,   then took his turn to back up.  the ideal thought and promise would be to actually retreat a bit of margin before he actually did.   just to check,   he fires off two shots,  which don’t really seem to do much of anything,   almost as if the thing didn’t even feel it,  maybe it did,  he didn’t know.   didn’t really seem to anger or irritate it,  however it kept coming,   “right behind you!”  sprinting through the forest and eventually catching up to her,  “regroup, regroup, regroup.”  he repeated as he took careful but quick strides,  “y’know i’ve seen a lot of crazy shit but,  I think that takes the cake,  never seen anything quite so massive.  not sure we’ll even find anything about,  it seemed too fictional even for me.”

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“ touché.”   a small shrug,    “sometimes all it takes is a small moment,”   he wasn’t going to get into his experiences right now,   maybe some other time,   he’d tell her the story,    the year he’d spent in purgatory:    cast a light on both monsters are just monsters it’s just their nature but upon not all monsters do monstrous things.   but that was a year,    a lot of things can happen in that extended amount of time.    heaven,  hell,   purgatory they all revealed so much knowledge and delivered such life experiences to him.   “that’s the attitude most people need,    play nice all you want,   still human,   still only gets us so far.   hamsters in a wheel…”  a beat,   “ so many— so many scars.”   shiver is noticed albeit a small notion that he gathers for himself,  has learned to keep his body language neutral in light of being around most beings,  a perfected art.   gives  a hard read on him sometimes,   for most his words are spoken through physical gestures more than verbal ones;        he smiles,  only the upturn of his lips,   a debate whether he should give her his real name,  considering he didn’t know her true stance,  even if her face was plastered on wanted posters.   history of a different nature,   those like them needed to stick together.  “with my luck,   I probably don’t deserve one.”   not viewed as really a bad thing,   only given that it’s a forced thing.   “sunni,   I like it,   I mean it fits your sunny disposition.   I’m dean, dean winchester.”   won’t gloss over the fact that he’s a legend.

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‘    monsters are for killing     ‘  its the black and white statement that strikes his attention;      one he could’ve very well parroted in some context.  they weren’t all bad,  least in his opinion,   one had saved him from purgatory—   well sought for his survival at first out of gain for himself,  then a friendship.  not all of them were like that,  not all of them were like benny,   or garth.   refuses to acknowledge that falling into that headspace had been ingrained,  likes to think he give them a chance before his gun or weapon is drawn.    “they’re not all like that,”   dean hedges,   “I used to see things that way.  the ones killing innocents yeah but the ones just trying to survive.  the gazelle doesn’t hate the lion and the lion doesn’t hate the gazelle.”   its a anology that probably sounded better in his head,   “though I’d never think of you as the type to bow down to anyone,  monster or not.”   a swift shake of his head following,   “nah,  I’m brand-free,  will probably stay that way.”

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