#xsteve

@pureofheartt

Dean saw all types down in Training. From the newest recruits to the upper echelons of SHIELD, though the higher the rank, the rarer their appearance. Rarest of all were members of STRIKE owing to having their own training fields, and the Avengers, who simply weren’t often around unless there was a world ending event or rumors of a super who might be planning to cause trouble. He actually got a little worried every time he even saw a hint of them.

Dean turns from where he’d been leaning on his bed, shaking himself a little. 

Dean had been gone three days. Tracking Gordon after there’d been a sighting on Bourbon Street. His fucking luck, Gordon had tracked him first, beat the tar out of him, sassed him and left him for dead with the taste of another vampire’s blood in his mouth.

In the week since the attack, Dean was slowly healing, but boy it fucking hurt. When he had first woken up, he’d kind of been amazed he wasn’t a vampire, and still alive. 

Now he was hobbling around, but still mostly bed bound.

“Yeah, where else would I be?” he called back snarkily.