The whistle makes me their God || Open
Always playing the undercover dress-up game. This week, Dean was stepping in for a coach at a high school called Beacon Hills. The case; werewolves. Fellow hunters tipped him and his brother off that the beast were lurking the school’s halls. Dean’s first guess being that the creatures had to be teachers and what better way to get to know them then to join them. First, however, he had to deal with class and students.
"Alright quiet down," Dean demanded the students, "Coach Finstock is out so I’m here in his place."
Laura didn't know why she was in the high school. Really shouldn't be a place where everyone knew you were dead and all... Then again, everyone that the Hales' were dead and the stories she hears, it wouldn't be unusual if someone came back from the dead. Heading down to the gym, a place no one usually came to unless they had class. She almost laughed at the coach but didn't follow his orders and watched him from a distance.
