#deanwhunts

“Excuse me, do you happen to know today’s date?” the Doctor asked as he down the road, asking the first man he saw.  He wasn’t completely sure where he was at all after having set the randomizer.

“Because drunk you didn’t want to leave me in the rain.” Misha looked over at Dean, raising an eyebrow. “And then you took off all your clothes.”

“What, and you don’t?” 

“Hey, buddy, that’s MY werewolf. Hands off the merchandise!” The jaguar wasn’t afraid to use the shotgun in her hand. She had been tracking this omega way too long to let some pretty boy hunter come in and take her kill.

Scott didn’t think he could take anymore surprises. And this guy in front of him? Definitely a surprise. “Are you a friend of Deaton? The Argents? What are you doing here?”

“Ha yeah. I bet you are.” he scoffed, shaking his head a little. 

“You don’t look very qualified, so I think it’s a good thing I’m no damsel in distress”

“What are you staring at?” she exclaimed, not really mean to sound as aggressive as she did whilst she ruffled her hair slightly, clicking her very rarely worn heels together with a small smile looking up at the figure in front of her. A figure who had probably had their eyes on the strawberry blonde for quite some time now, whether that was on purpose or not would be another story.