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[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it. - @huntrcsss

“... I still look pretty enough?” There’s something dry in the way he’s managed to joke, even if his chest was getting pulled back together. Literally, damn bastards really brought a .45 to hunt him. If Manny honestly had a dollar for every time he ended up in this situation... 

“Just--enough t’ close it up... body ‘ll take care of the rest...” A short cough had him grimacing sharply. What a shit day this was. At least he wasn’t waking up on a table. 

That usually didn’t end well. 

“An’ that—said fuck off!--is why I said don’t open the fridge.” One arm and foot’s doing a decent job at forcing the door shut while the other’s blindly groping around the counterspace next to it. The fridge on the other hand? 

Well, it was shaking. Wildly. And having some very colorful opinions on why its current contents should be on this side and the very colorful things it was going to do to John’s asshole when it got out. In John’s defense, he thought the warning was pretty obvious.  

“Dumber than sodding rocks—shoulda been able t’ see it’s one way—there y’ are!” Finally his hand curls on a rather sketchy looking kitchen knife. Fridge door open again, and the thing that he seemed to have been fighting attempted a lunge—right into the knife. Blade sunk, he then knees the creature to make it fall back. Far. In fact, the distant thudding sound shouldn’t logically be possible. 

@huntrcsss ;; some meme somewhere [ GUARDING ]  Castiel insists on staying the night to keep watch over Theo who has been in some kind of danger. 

@huntrcsss || starter call!

“Um--” 

Okay, this was awkward. In all fairness, putting down what reminded him of a chupacabra wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. Not to mention the hard feeling of the claws still in his arm and the mess of his suit, he felt absolutely terrible. 

But that was probably from the infection already bubbling from the claw marks and not because of how long it'd been since his last violent encounter. He can ignore it for now, considering how weird the situation his new company walked up on probably looked. So much for this thing his mother sent...

❛ how are you still alive? ❜ || @huntrcsss

“Asked m’self that one far too many times.” And probably wouldn’t ever, taking a long drag from his cigarette in response. A grimace from the taste, and maybe a glare at it for good measure. Stupid costs not even letting him have one thing today…