I don't laugh in the face of danger, but I might snicker a bit...

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At around ten that morning, after being rudely awakened by persons unknown who were holding his car hostage, Dean was armed and anxious, pacing by the front gates as he waited for his brother and whoever else was going on this suicide mission retrieval run

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Any chance to get out of this madhouse and see what was around them was a good one. Eliot turned up, unarmed, and waited by the gate with his arms crossed. Something told him this was going to be a disaster.

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Dean glared at his brother. "I know how to do my job, Sam. Stop telling me to calm down."

He glanced over to the man at the gate and nodded at him, not entirely interested in him, but it paid to know who and what was around you in a weird situation. And this was about as weird as it got. Before he could say anything to him, though, another -- fuck, where were all these tall people coming from? -- guy rolled up spouting off attitude.

"When you find out, let me know, since they have mine, too." Dean snapped back, rolling his eyes in irritation. Like they knew? Of course, when he found out, someone was going to get their ass kicked. Nobody touched his baby but him.

"Is this it?" He glanced around. "Just us four?" As far as he knew, there was only one other person even there. He'd only met the kid and she didn't really seem like 'mission into hostile territory' material. "Awesome." This was gonna suck.