[Dean has, by this point, abandoned all pretense of not being on high alert. He's carrying his Colt in his hand now if he's going anywhere, and he's not happy about the sloppy beach that keeps sticking to his boots, but neither is he paying it much attention. There's no cover out here, and he knows better than most how quickly things can just drop impossibly out of the sky or blindside anyone dumb enough to be caught out in the open.
Which begs the question what the fuck he's doing out here and not back at the Barge. Dean has been headed what he's pretty sure is North, but who really knows out here, and he's actually becoming a little concerned. It took him a while to get here. Did something else happen in the interim? The hunter stops just a few yards up from where the waves are lapping casually at the muddy sand, turning in place and shading his eyes with his free hand to see, frowning.
He doesn't dare yell. Instead, when he continues to see no one, he swears under his breath, checks his clip, and steps out to keep heading the way he had been.]
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Which begs the question what the fuck he's doing out here and not back at the Barge. Dean has been headed what he's pretty sure is North, but who really knows out here, and he's actually becoming a little concerned. It took him a while to get here. Did something else happen in the interim? The hunter stops just a few yards up from where the waves are lapping casually at the muddy sand, turning in place and shading his eyes with his free hand to see, frowning.
He doesn't dare yell. Instead, when he continues to see no one, he swears under his breath, checks his clip, and steps out to keep heading the way he had been.]