closed: girldamnxd
     It was just another job-- those were famous last words. But, ones that Dean found himself thinking anyways. How many times had he done that in the past? Too many to count in truth but, that was what he did. Thought a job was easy then had to hustle to fix things.      All the research was done. News articles read-- the leg work just about complete. Now it was time for a trip to the morgue. One of Dean's least favorite things really but, it was necessary if he wanted to be certain what he was hunting.      The smell was always the same-- sterile death. It always caused his stomach to flip flop no matter how many times he'd been inside a morgue. They ALL smelled the same too that was what bothered him. Nothing ever seemed to change when it came to the scent.      Introducing himself to the cop that was at the desk Dean flashed his fake badge and the best smile he could muster-- Now he just needed to make it through the whole viewing the body process. ❝Glad I didn't eat a big breakfast.âťž he commented walking through the door as the smell hit him like a ton of bricks.Â
