Saving people, hunting things,

SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER

the family business

A stern look was all that could be accounted for on Dean's face as he pushed through the bits and pieces of the underground. There was an evident frustration to him as he tried to find a way to the surface. He hated the underground. He simply hated it. The underground was where everything terrible happened. It was where hell was located, as he had been there for a short time he would know, and it was where the demons rested with smiles upon there face. He gave his light head a shake as he tried to erase the memories of what had happened from his mind but he struggled. There was no turning back from who he had become.

Dean did have a particular mission that day but it was complicated. He just wanted to bring Sammy home, to the family business and to him. They had separated nearly a month prior due to some stupid spat about their father but Dean was willing to admit that he had said some things he regretted if Sammy was willing to offer the same peace offering to him. There was nothing more important to Dean Winchester than his brother. He would fight to the death for his brother and now, he might never see him again. "I hope you're right about this Cas." He murmured to himself as he looked around for the figure he sometimes talked to for advice. He could not see it.

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Quelt had only come to the underground hoping that he would find something the deities wanted him to. The large slate male carrying himself across dirt and mid, since the storm the place was soggy as hell. He sighed a little before stopping to pull his senses alert. Things zakuro enjoyed would lurk here, he highly doubted any of Denki's followers would want to mix with the demons and the undead. Though it seems what he was hearing was something living. Small and white, a male wolf that h should have noticed before but hadn't. He made a soft chuckle to himself before walking forward to the smaller male.

Keeping his distance he still would speak out to him. "Hello" he greeted. Quelt would settle on his haunches hoping he didn't startle the boy. His pure black tail swinging back and forth and his strange bicolored eyes taking note of him. Quelt wondered who would want to be in the underground right now. As an alpha he wasn't looking to recruit this was just a chat. He kept his smile friendly hoping for the best.

Saving people, hunting things,

SAM AND DEAN WINCHESTER

the family business

There was a man, a strange man lurking in the area and so Dean took a deep breathe. He took in the scents around him and he could find no hints of the strange scent (sulfer) that often lurked about with demons. His eyes narrowed at the stranger as he wondered what kind of wolf would willingly lurk about the underground like this. He couldn't find any signs but this man surely had to be possessed by a demon. The man with the flecked eyes gave the other man a strange looks before speaking. "Are you a demon or simply a man with poor taste of location?" He asked rather blatantly as he tried to figure out a motive for the man.

Dean's white and brown (because of dirt) fur shook slightly as the hunter backed up, thinking of ways to exorcise the demon if there was one about. He was one of supernatural beings and suspicion and he had been to hell and back. He knew what he was doing... probably.

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Now the scar on his chest ached being here, maybe that man who had attacked him had been a demon. Either that or just crazy. As the white wolf spoke he became on guard asking him a question, which Quelt understood. Specially in a place like this, it was probably a nest for demons not under Zakuro's watch. "I guess I have a poor taste of location." he said blinking a little. Now that was a bit mean, but he was used to it. "Quelt Walker, alpha of the pack Isokan. I came here to consult my deity but the demons must have made him scared." Quelt looked around. He had no clue how to even handle Demons. So maybe he should have looked elsewhere for Zakuro. Oh but that would have ended badly. On second thought, maybe he should leave the insanity to those who clung to it. It made him shiver a bit. "Why are you here?" Quelt asked him. Speech,