single_man_tear | Tuesday - An abandoned farm outside Dublin, Georgia

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Tuesday - An abandoned farm outside Dublin, Georgia

Between dealing with the local sheriff’s office (with only Dean impersonating a FBI officer because that’s illegal and no one on Reddit should find out) they were and a tour of the local library; Dean and Jane pulled up in front of an old abandoned farmhouse.

“Okay, so my guess is that this isn’t a ghost but something called a raw head,” Dean said as he got out of the car and headed to the trunk. “Sort of like an Irish Boogeyman. They supposedly live in drains under the sink and steal away kids who are bad and don’t listen to their mother. Given this area was a settlement for Irish immigrants, one of them probably snuck over with one of them. And since this place has been abandoned for years…. Well, it’s as good a place to start looking than anywhere else. Not to mention that the local lore says the place is haunted. ”

[For the god of thunder. The MCU one not the 616. NFB.]

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"I'm trying to!" Not very hard, but still. "How do hunts usually go?"

"Well, usually a lot of punching, kicking, shooting and yelling when everything goes to hell," Dean admitted. "But then again it was just me and my brother just being two normal-ish dudes. Even if we did it just felt like overwhelming odds most of the time."

He nodded at the house. "Last time I dealt with one of these I ended up zapping myself and had a heart attack."

"...how about I go in first?"

Dean, she did not like hearing that!

"Okay. Well, I mean I'm fine now," Dean replied but gestured for the Goddess of Thunder to walk ahead of him. "But our first goal is to see if we can find the kids it grabbed. So no door kicking in."

"Got it." She was still going to hit this thing really hard. But maybe extra now. "So, someplace people could be hidden..."

"They're usually stored in a closet or a cupboard," Dean replied quietly as he followed her. "Don't ask me why but that's what the lore says."

"For shock value?" Jane suggested. "Or because that's where food goes?"

Look at her trying to bring logic to its choices.

"Probably the latter," Dean admitted.

Approaching the house the smell of mildew and rot was very apparent. The house was a two floor simple farmhouse with a porch and simple front door which had once been painted red but the paint had mostly peeled away. The remnants of a porch swing lay in a pile on one end of the porch, the hanging chains just a hit of what might have hung there.

"Ladies first?" Dean offered.

"What a gentleman," she teased, stepping in and pausing because oh, those floors were a little rotted too.

"There are many people who will disagree with you," Dean joked.

The floor held but definitely creaked when walking on it. Clearly the joists below had not rotted away. A horrible odor wafted up from inside the house and Dean made a face.

"Yep. Definitely a raw head," he said quietly and began looking around the living room. There was a closet by the entrance that he opened slowly but the only thing inside was old coats.

Jane still had the hammer raised to attack just behind him. Like this was an episode of Scooby-Doo Doo or something.

"Definitely doesn't look like bunch of coats, right? It'd be good camouflage if it did."

"Yeah but it would have jumped out already if it was," Dean said and nodded to an open doorway that led to the kitchen. He moved slowly towards the kitchen and peeked around the corner before starting to slowly open up on cupboard at a time. What he found was stinky but definitely not kids or a monster. So far. "This place is just ready for a jump scare," he commented as he went toward what was possibly the pantry door.

"If a cat jumps out, I'm going to be so annoyed," Jane said. Because she'd seen enough movies!

"Oh, yeah but it's a classic misdirect," Dean said before giving the signal and opening the door to find...

Not a cat.

Two small children. A boy and a girl who immediately started backing up against the wall of the pantry.

"It's okay!" Dean said in a low voice. "We're here to get you out."

They then looked from Dean who had stopped point the taser to the woman holding a giant hammer.

"Hi," Jane said, definitely not a kid person, but she could try! "I'm Jane. And this is Dean. We're here to save you."

Did the cape help sell that?

"Are you superheroes?" The girl asked.

Clearly the cape sold it.

"Yeah, she's a god of thunder and I'm Ratman," Dean said with a forced grin. "C'mon. Let's get you out."

He started to help hustle the kids out the front door. "Is the thing still here?"

The kids nodded meekly.

"Okay. There's a black car out there. Go in and lock the doors and we'll come get you."

The kids ran out and Dean turned back and looked around the first floor. The footprint wasn't that big so...

"What do you think? Basement or upstairs?"

Jane kept an eye on the kids as they fled from the house before turning her attention back to Dean and the task at hand. "Basement," Jane replied with a nod. "If it's used to being in sewers, I mean."

Also, who didn't like a much more enclosed fight?

“All right. Here’s the plan-“

Was the plan for two claws to punch through the rotted floorboards and drag Dean down into the basement?

Probably not.

But with a shout of shock, down Dean went into the dark hole.

"Ooookay," Jane said, a helmet forming around her head and lightning crackling off of Mjolnir as she gave chase. "Drop him."

Oh yeah, she was using her firm, superhero voice.

There was a large snarl as Dean was thrown across the room. Without hesitation the Rawhead rushed at Jane lashing out with their claws.

Jane swung the hammer like she was hitting a baseball, using both hands on the handle of the hammer. Because, well, you don't attack her date in front of her, okay? Not when she actually had the ability to do something about it.

The rawhead flew back and crashed against a wall, leaving a large humanoid indent in the stone. It shook its head snarled and rushed at Jane again attempting to tackle her this time.

Well, hopefully it would enjoy the lighting that shot through the building to meet Jane's upraised arm like she was charging it up for an explosion. Because there was that too.

The lightning bolt blew through the raw head making him stand upright for a brief moment as it quickly got charred and fell to the ground dead.

From across the room a semiconscious Dean looked up and smiled. “Awesome.”

"Are you okay?" Jane asked, rushing over to check on him. With maybe a little kick to the charred corpse.

Because rude.

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