Random Supernatural RP, Part 1

Chapter 35

Dean: *Peels out of the parking lot.* So, where we heading?

Saraid: He has an apartment downtown where the bars and clubs are. At least I think theyre clubs. Im not really supposed to go there, because my brother says its a bad neighborhood.

Dean: Bars? Clubs? Sounds like prime hunting grounds to me.

Sam: *Grunts in agreement while looking at names of victims, searching for any other possible connections other than their suicides.*

Saraid: Like I told you, hes only doing this because he doesnt know what else to do. *Saw Sam looking at the victims sheet.*

Dean: Were just covering our bases; we cant afford any slip ups.

Saraid: *Mutters something under his breath.*

Dean: Well, actually, any more slip ups.

Sam: That and Larson asked us to do this.

Saraid: *Doesnt seem to be in the mood to talk. Stares at his hands, fiddling with them.*

Sam: *Catches sight of this in the rearview mirror.* Youre nervous.

Saraid: *Blushes.* A bit.

Sam: Have you ever actually done a job before this?

Saraid: To be honest. I dont really fit in a Monstrum. I-I wanted to go into law and politics.

Sam and Dean: *Sit there, completely speechless.*

Saraid: ....This is why I dont speak.

Sam: You just surprised us, thats all. I know that you dont want to hear about our lives, but I too wanted to study law. In fact, I used to go to Stanford.

Saraid: Im going to the local university and taking some core courses for now. Arthur says what I did was smart.

Dean: *Decides not to say anything. Just keeps driving, and occasionally asks Saraid which way to turn.*

Saraid: *Has them stop outside of a nice, modern apartment complex.* This is it.

Dean: *Looks up at the building. Grabs a bag from Sam, and opens it. Pulls out some hand-held mirrors, a jar of blood from one of the vics, and bronze knives. Opens the jar, and dips the blades of the knives into the blood.* Just a precaution. Sam, why havent we made bronze bullets? We couldve laced them with the blood, and it should have the same effect as a bronze knife.

Sam: I dont know, but its a good idea to use for the next time that we face sirens.

Saraid: Because youd have to dip the bullets in blood, and that would be dangerous for the gun? *Seems to be anxious about letting them near the building.*

Dean: *Turns to look at Saraid. Hes smiling.* True. Plus, I guess that the heat from molten bronze would remove any traces of blood.

Sam: Though we could always make hollow rounds, and fill the hollow spot with blood. We should stop talking about this now; its most likely freaking Saraid out.

Dean: *Silent for a short while.* Good point. *Gets out of Baby.*

Saraid: *Stalling.* Hollowing out the bullets wouldnt work either, because its the toxin in the blood that affects them mainly, and that would need to make contact.

Dean: Hollow tipped bullets shatter on impact. *Hides the blood soaked knife in his coat along with the mirror, and gets closer to the building.* Nice try on stalling, though.

Sam: *Made sure that Saraid is between himself and Dean. Also hiding the knife and mirror on his person.*

Saraid: *Fidgeting.* His apartments on the 3rd floor number 317.