What's It Look Like I'm Doing? (Open RP)
Samael nodded and stubbed out his cigarette. “Yeah, I’ve heard about them,” He said, waving it off. “Pretty weird stuff. That what you’re here for?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. Those strange deaths were part of what had brought the fallen angel there. He felt intrigued by them. Now that this hunter was here he knew it had been worth his time.
"Yeah," Dean admitted with a grimace, playing the part of an FBI grunt. "Pretty gruesome, but someone has to put that sick fuck behind bars, right?" Not that Dean was planning on setting it behind bars, nope he was gonna kill whatever it was. "Noticed anything strange, like sudden chills or the smell of sulfur?" It probably wasn't ghosts or demons, the signs were all wrong, but it was always a good idea to cover all bases.













