Tuesday - An abandoned farm outside Dublin, Georgia

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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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[single_man_tear]

“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.

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"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.

[family_business]

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

[needsacatchphrase]

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.

[family_business]

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.

[needsacatchphrase]

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.

[family_business]

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.”

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"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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“Yep. Sure. I’m fine,” Dean said slowly pulling himself off the ground. “You were great!”

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Jane hooked an arm around him to help with that. "You were thrown pretty hard..."

So maybe a first aid class would be a good idea. You know. If one showed up on the list.

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“I’ve had worse,” Dean said letting himself be pulled to his feet. “Much worse.”

He was banged up a bit with a cut or two. “I’ll be fine. You okay?”

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"God," she reminded him wryly. "Let's get you to the car and we can get those kids back to safety."

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“Hey, I’ve seen gods get hurt,” Dean protested as he took a few unsteady steps before getting his balance. “Clearly this asshat was outclassed.”

He started up the steps gripping the rail a bit for balance. “We can drop the kids off at the sheriff’s office. They’ll take care of it from there. The kids talking about monsters and superheroes will just be written off to imagination.”

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let me help you," Jane said, moving to steady him.

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Dean didn’t refuse the help but by the time he was at the top of the steps he was walking normally. “I’m okay. I just don’t bounce back as quickly as I used to,” he assured her. He did rub her hand gratefully. “But thank you.”

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"Welcome to getting older," Jane said dryly. "I really don't miss random aches from getting out of the bed wrong before the upgrade."

[single_man_tear]

"Right. And then your body aches hurting worse the next day because your body decided you need to be punished for your good deeds," Dean said rolling his head and shoulders a bit to stretch them out a bit as they reached the top of the stairs. "This is why I don't jog."

That wasn't the reason Dean.

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"Jogging might actually help with it." Jane, no. "Or yoga."

Somewhere... Sam was smug about all this.

[single_man_tear]

Damn. That hurt more than the rawhead.

"Uh. Yeah. Never," Dean said with an amused scoff. "Besides I run enough in this job."

Which was true. There was a lot of cardio as a hunter. But he'd never yoga. He'd never give Sam the satisfaction.

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"Oh, are you one of those guys about it?" she teased.

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"Look at me. I love burgers and bacon. Do I look like a hippie downward dog type of guy?" Dean said, still moving forward through the house but not quite letting go of Jane quite yet.

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"No. But it might be cute," Jane replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

[single_man_tear]

That's fighting dirty. For a brief tiny bit of a millisecond Dean considered yoga before his brain took over.

"I don't do cute," Dean protested. "Besides I'd turn into a pretzel and you'd just laugh at me."

[needsacatchphrase]

"Maybe a little laughing," she admitted. "But you'd do the same to me."

[single_man_tear]

Dean's thoughts immediately went to Jane doing yoga and there was definitely not laughter involved.

"Mmm. I don't know about that," Dean said musing the image over in his mind.