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[hector_aframian]

They'd meant to head straight for Nebraska.

But the highway they'd driven in on, less than half a day ago, appears to be missing ... quite a lot of road, really.

And there was a town nearby, sitting on the beach. Now, there's a mountain of rubble, and something bigger than the mountain flailing and whipping tentacles around in it

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[amazonofthe21st]

She might not be a hunter, but Rachel's hand is up and knocking Dean's aside before his fingers reach her shoulder. It's an automatic gesture, not even thought about, and she's smirking, hardly in a bad mood.

She's smirking more when she notices the tentacles.

"Let's do it."

[hector_aframian]

There's a tiny flicker of approval -- it's possible he was testing -- but not even enough to notice.

"Sweet. What're you gonna be this time ... squirrel? Frog?"

The car is already slowing to a stop; he needs to get into the trunk for this.

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel thinks about it for a moment. The bear had the power but not the size, the elephant had the size but not the power. A hammerhead shark would be eaten before it could get a good bite in.

There is one morph she has that could do it, though. So long as she doesn't think too much about the last time she morphed it.

Rachel keeps her smirk and looks over at Dean, sidelong. "I'll need to get to the water before they see me."

[hector_aframian]

"More flying," Dean grumbles, pulling over. "Yeah, all right. Lemme guess. Goldfish."