The Hell, You Say? || Faith & Dean
deanwheresmypiewinchester:
Dean looked down at his hands, before rubbing his chin. He let out a sigh and shook his head. He didn’t have a good answer. He’d been hunting all his life, he had gotten used to seeing things like this, bodies torn up, blood, so much blood.
"I don’t know." He answered sadly, he had gotten there too late, he couldn’t help them.
"Looks like a wolf a best..." Faith used the toe of her boot to gently push at what was left of the victim --- very professional, like always, "Maybe a 'roid rager at best."
Was worse than anything she ever did, or at least messier. She'd seen some scary stuff in her day, but this was borderline sloppy and reeked of copycat. Still, she wasn't stupid and Hunters spelled trouble however you slice it. Maybe best all around not to go sharing info until she better knew who she was dealing with, "I got nothin."