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i ran out of options.

"last resort, eh?" dean's head remains tilted back as he stares at a streak of blood streaked across a weathered, paint peeling steeple of the old church towering above them. "how far does that opener usually get you? might have to switch up my pick up lines.." he hasn't looked away from the spot but a look of humored confusion etches upon his brow. makes his eyes spark to life as he scratches the back of his head. didn't notice that before.

she found him here. sure. doesn't mean that he wants to get arrested for doing whatever was done to whoever it was done to create that mess. something tells him, though. if she came looking for him and managed to track him to this town? tonight. the last night he planned to be here?? chances are she knows he didn't go dahmer picasso out here in the middle of nowhere.

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i ran out of options.

"glad i'm the last resort," dean grins and finishes his beer before he stands up from the barstool and fishes a worn, leather wallet out of his back pocket. a twenty's placed on the bar. enough to cover the few beers he's had and give the bartender a fair share of his spoils from a game of pool. one that went very, very wrong for an underestimating opponent who thought he was the shit by the time dean bellied up for a challenge. turns out! that guy had a hard lesson to learn. underestimation can get your ass kicked!

@silvercrested ' we all pay for our choices. '

"Yeah, I don't expect to see any pearly gates when my time finally comes." Frank grunts, loading a gun with his hands. "But I doubt it'll be because of this." He gestured towards the dead werewolf at his feet. "Ironic, right? I kill hundreds of scumbags, some of the worst people to walk this earth, and a few of the capes give me crap about it. But this?" He taps the carcass with his boot. "It's all fine to them. I don't hear a damn peep about it. Suddenly, they turn the other way. They pick and choose who they care about, fucking hypocrites. This guy might've had a family, a few kids. Who knows? But he won't see them in the morning and no one will give us shit about it. Why? 'Cuz he's a werewolf."

rina’s breath came out in ragged gasps,   &  her hand clutched at the fresh wound on her side,  trying to stem the bleeding as she slumped against the cold brick wall.  the pain was unbearable,  but it was the panic that she hated most.  she wasn’t the type to show weakness,  never had been,  but right now,  it felt impossible to keep the edge at bay.  her mind raced through every possible escape plan,  every possible way to fix this without anyone finding out just how much danger she was in.  that’s when she felt the steadying grip on her arm,  the familiar presence of someone who wasn’t going to let her slip through the cracks.  allison was here,   &  for all her efforts to shut it out,  rina couldn’t stop the brief wave of relief that washed over her. 

❝should’ve known i couldn’t do this alone,❞  rina muttered,  voice rough but steady as she met allison’s eyes for a moment.  ❝i got sloppy,  real sloppy.  thought i could handle it,   &  now i’m the one bleeding out like some damn amateur.❞  she let out a breath,  her chest tightening in frustration as she tried to stay on her feet.  ❝i’ve been the one taking care of everyone else for too long,  guess i forgot what it feels like to actually need someone. ❞ she wasn’t looking for pity — rina never did — but there was something in her tone that said she wasn’t used to being vulnerable.  her jaw clenched as she steadied herself against allison,  though she kept her pride intact.  ❝just don’t make me owe you,  alright?❞ the words were tough,  but the underlying care in them was there,  buried beneath the weight of everything.  it wasn’t easy for rina to admit,  but she couldn’t deny it.  not now. 

elias stood in the doorway,  his hand still gripping the handle as if to reassure himself that he wasn’t imagining the figure standing before him.  his mind struggled to process the sight — allison argent,  standing in the doorway as though nothing had changed,  as if she hadn’t been gone for years.  her presence sent a shockwave through his chest,  a mixture of disbelief,  relief,   &  something raw he hadn’t expected.  he'd mourned her.  he'd buried that part of himself,  the part that once held hope that maybe,  just maybe,  she could return.  but that hope had been long gone,  eclipsed by the harsh reality of gotham.  he had seen death before,  witnessed too much of it,   &  he’d never once thought it would be this way.  her death had been final — he’d buried her with his own hands,  with a quiet grief that gnawed at him every damn day.  yet,  here she was,  the woman who had once meant everything to him,  standing there,  alive.  but nothing made sense. 

his breath hitched,   &  he forced himself to speak,  trying to keep the words from spilling out too quickly,  trying to control the barrage of emotions threatening to overtake him.  ❝i — i thought you were dead, ❞ elias muttered,  the roughness in his voice betraying the steadiness he’d cultivated over the years.  ❝i never thought i’d see you again.  never thought i’d —❞ he broke off,  pressing his lips together,  his thoughts fighting each other as his gaze remained fixed on her,  drinking in every detail of the person he once knew.  his mind raced,  struggling to reconcile the reality before him with the version of allison he had long since let go of.  a thousand questions ran through his head,  but all he could do was stare,  waiting for her to say something,  anything to make sense of it all.  the silence stretched on,  thick  &  unyielding.  he wasn’t sure what he was expecting — some explanation,  an apology,  a word of reassurance — but the woman before him remained quiet,  just watching him with eyes that were still so familiar,  yet painfully foreign.