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single_man_tear) wrote2024-08-21 06:27 am
single_man_tear) wrote2024-08-21 06:27 am
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Wednesday Evening - Jackson Hole, Wyoming
Dean leaned back against the Impala, as he tried to shake off the exhaustion from the fight. The dzoavits had been a tough bastard—strong, relentless, and a whole lot of ugly. But it was dead now, reduced to a pile of bloody mess somewhere deep in the Jackson Hole area.
He dug out his flask out of his jacket pocket, taking a long swig. He was about to take another when he heard a noise—a faint, mechanical whirring that set him on edge. Dean's hand instinctively went to his sidearm, but before he could even pull it, he saw it: the clockwork droid, striding out of the darkness like something out of a nightmare.
”Son of a bitch!”
Burnt red dress, blonde wig, and a face that was still freaky as hell. How the damn thing had tracked him all the way from that last job, he had no idea, but here it was, moving with that eerie, jerky precision, metal limbs clanking with every step. Dean cursed under his breath.
"Really?" Dean muttered, straightening up. "You again? I’m getting real tired of the Clanky McCreeps routine."
The droid didn’t respond—of course it didn’t—but it did speed up, a menacing hiss escaping its metal mouth as it charged at him. Dean didn’t hesitate. He sprinted around the front of the Impala, sliding behind the wheel. The engine roared to life, and he slammed the car into reverse, tires squealing as he backed up just in time to avoid the droid’s outstretched claws.
"Fantastic. Just what my day was missing, " Dean growled, shifting into drive.
The Impala lurched forward with a thunderous growl, its headlights cutting through the darkness. The droid raised an arm as if it could somehow stop the car with brute strength, but Dean wasn’t having any of it. He floored the gas, and the Impala barreled into the droid with a sickening crunch of metal. The impact sent the droid flying backward, but Dean wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
He threw the car into reverse again, backing up a good distance before shifting into drive once more. The droid was just starting to pick itself up when Dean ran it over again, the Impala’s tires grinding over metal limbs, crushing them beneath its weight. There was a sharp, shrieking sound as the droid tried to drag itself away, but Dean wasn’t about to give it the chance.
"Guess that’s the last time you’ll be getting up. Enjoy the permanent parking spot," he muttered, driving forward one last time.
This time, he didn’t stop until he was sure the droid was nothing more than a pile of twisted scrap. He finally pulled the car to a halt, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. For a moment, Dean just sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel as he let the adrenaline drain away.
When he finally climbed out of the Impala, Dean glanced at the wreckage, barely mustering the energy to nudge a piece of it with his boot. He stared at it for a moment longer, then patted the car’s hood without much conviction.
"Yeah… good work, baby," he muttered in a hollow voice. He got back in the Impala, the familiar weight of his flask already in hand. He took a long drink, before letting out a weary sigh and starting the engine.
After an hour of driving and feeling exhaustion coming over him, Dean gave up on finding a motel and just pulled into a rest stop to sleep in the Impala overnight.
[NFB. Open for calls, texts, blah, blah, blah]
He dug out his flask out of his jacket pocket, taking a long swig. He was about to take another when he heard a noise—a faint, mechanical whirring that set him on edge. Dean's hand instinctively went to his sidearm, but before he could even pull it, he saw it: the clockwork droid, striding out of the darkness like something out of a nightmare.
”Son of a bitch!”
Burnt red dress, blonde wig, and a face that was still freaky as hell. How the damn thing had tracked him all the way from that last job, he had no idea, but here it was, moving with that eerie, jerky precision, metal limbs clanking with every step. Dean cursed under his breath.
"Really?" Dean muttered, straightening up. "You again? I’m getting real tired of the Clanky McCreeps routine."
The droid didn’t respond—of course it didn’t—but it did speed up, a menacing hiss escaping its metal mouth as it charged at him. Dean didn’t hesitate. He sprinted around the front of the Impala, sliding behind the wheel. The engine roared to life, and he slammed the car into reverse, tires squealing as he backed up just in time to avoid the droid’s outstretched claws.
"Fantastic. Just what my day was missing, " Dean growled, shifting into drive.
The Impala lurched forward with a thunderous growl, its headlights cutting through the darkness. The droid raised an arm as if it could somehow stop the car with brute strength, but Dean wasn’t having any of it. He floored the gas, and the Impala barreled into the droid with a sickening crunch of metal. The impact sent the droid flying backward, but Dean wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
He threw the car into reverse again, backing up a good distance before shifting into drive once more. The droid was just starting to pick itself up when Dean ran it over again, the Impala’s tires grinding over metal limbs, crushing them beneath its weight. There was a sharp, shrieking sound as the droid tried to drag itself away, but Dean wasn’t about to give it the chance.
"Guess that’s the last time you’ll be getting up. Enjoy the permanent parking spot," he muttered, driving forward one last time.
This time, he didn’t stop until he was sure the droid was nothing more than a pile of twisted scrap. He finally pulled the car to a halt, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. For a moment, Dean just sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel as he let the adrenaline drain away.
When he finally climbed out of the Impala, Dean glanced at the wreckage, barely mustering the energy to nudge a piece of it with his boot. He stared at it for a moment longer, then patted the car’s hood without much conviction.
"Yeah… good work, baby," he muttered in a hollow voice. He got back in the Impala, the familiar weight of his flask already in hand. He took a long drink, before letting out a weary sigh and starting the engine.
After an hour of driving and feeling exhaustion coming over him, Dean gave up on finding a motel and just pulled into a rest stop to sleep in the Impala overnight.
[NFB. Open for calls, texts, blah, blah, blah]
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Is this Dean's number? It's Kamala! I live in Mystery Manor with you!"
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He looked at the message and sighed. Nope. Much worse.
Yeah, it's Dean. What's up?
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We're having a surprise birthday party for Arden next week just to celebrate just how AMAZING she is! Anyway, she mentioned that BBQ place you found that has the Sweet Tea she likes? I don't suppose you'd be able to tell me where it is? OR even better: Pick up what she likes and bring it to the party?
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Sure. When's the party?
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Wednesday! THANK YOU SO MUCH! This is going to make Arden so happy! You're staying for the party right? We're going to have games and music and all sorts of cool stuff!
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