[In his line of "work" meeting new people was almost always a disaster. Case in point:
The crashing impact has Dean reacting on years of instinct, pulling the engraved 1911 from its holster and cocking the hammer back, taking a half-step in front of her to protect her.]
What the Hell!? Can't I take one freaking step outside without... [Dean trailed off when he realised it, whatever it was, was staring past him to her. Worse yet, he didn't recognise it, which meant he didn't know exactly how to kill it.]
no subject
It's the plaid, isn't it?
[In his line of "work" meeting new people was almost always a disaster. Case in point:
The crashing impact has Dean reacting on years of instinct, pulling the engraved 1911 from its holster and cocking the hammer back, taking a half-step in front of her to protect her.]
What the Hell!? Can't I take one freaking step outside without... [Dean trailed off when he realised it, whatever it was, was staring past him to her. Worse yet, he didn't recognise it, which meant he didn't know exactly how to kill it.]
He a friend of yours?