[OTA] Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances.

[worththehunt]

One minute he's in a motel in Concrete, Washington; brushing his teeth before bed, just minding his own business, and the next he's walking down an empty street, holding a tube of toothpaste in his hand. Not exactly his weapon of choice either

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[joannabeth]

A pungent growl echoes throughout the alleyway adjacent to the street Dean's wandered off to.

The inhuman sound is followed by two precise shots, one after another, and the growl extends into something more of a shrilled scream. Razor-sharp claws lunge toward a tiny blonde, and she quickly evades them and fires off another shot. There's a small gash in her arm, but she looks a hunter in her own right.

The rifle's lowered, and her narrowed gaze finally falls upon Dean. Well then.

"Hey there, princess," Jo says, slipping the rifle past her shoulder through its sling.