2nd Hunt ✖ Action/Dictated

[lovemesomepie]

[Midnight finds a certain Dean Winchester on the roof of the Castle, in the darkness and the fog. He watches the Castle grounds silently, only the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the area. All is relatively calm, but he knows that somewhere here, crime is running rampant, and justice must prevail.

With a sudden turn that whips his cape around dramatically, he heads back inside to patrol the hallways, questioning those he runs into.

The occasional ghost-turned-corporeal gets assaulted, but they pay Dean no mind, which only agitates him further. It's not just the costume, either - though he certainly believes he's a crime-fighting vigilante, his paranoia is also driven by the symptoms that have been plaguing him since he arrived and found out finding solace in a drink was a lot more difficult than before. At least, if he didn't want to end up dizzy and regurgitating the contents of his stomach.

Momentarily disenthused by the lack of reaction from the ghost-people, he returns not to his room, but to the hideout in the library he'd discovered behind one of the bookshelves. He needs to maintain his secret identity - he can't be spotted going in and out of a room that's got his name emblazoned on the door!

That's when he finds it, sitting innocently on the table. But it's got his real name on it - the one he'd sworn to keep secret and separate from his superhero identity. Someone knew.]

Who sent me this...invitation?

Comments

On the castle roof?

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny spent most nights out patrolling the castle. It kind of went with the whole superhero thing. He just couldn't sleep unless he had checked that nothing horrible was happening anywhere.

This week, especially. It was Halloween! How could something not happen? Between the castle's sudden image change, and the way his own clothes had changed into this stupid ghosthunting outfit, he was sure that something bad was coming.

...Worse than the way he couldn't take this outfit off. Worse than the fact that it stayed on him even in his ghost form.

And so when Danny sees someone new standing on the roof, he drops down to say hello.]

Hey! Nice cape. Someone run out of bedsheets?

Sure!

[lovemesomepie]

[Unfortunately for Danny, and much like the teen's costume, Dean hunts ghosts for a living; his costume has only furthered his belief that ghosts were enemies that needed to be salted and burned. So when he's on the roof and a slightly glowing kid drops down from above, he suspects the worst, weird outfit or not.]

You! You're... a ghost!

[It's good that he doesn't have any weapons, because he'd be trying to use them. Instead he points a finger dramatically at the teen.]

You think you're funny. It's not a bedsheet.

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny gives the guy an obviously faked look of surprise.]

No, really? I never noticed!

And I know I'm funny. Because I'm not wearing a cape.

[lovemesomepie]

Your sarcasm is appreciated.

[Except for how it isn't. Beneath the hood, Dean frowns and narrows his eyes.]

Ghost! It's time… for a salt-and-burn.

[schrodingersghost]

Here's a hint. If you're going to threaten someone. At least I assume that was supposed to be a threat. Try to use one that makes sense?

[He laughs suddenly.]

You know what? No one's called me 'Ghost' in that tone of voice since I left home.

[lovemesomepie]

Oh, you'll see.

[It'll be a pain to find this ghost's bones, but he knows where the Graveyard is. In the meantime, he's got salt and iron, which should shut him down for a bit. From his utility belt he grabs the bag he'd filled with big chunks of rock salt and throws a handful toward Danny.]

Your only home…is Hell.

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny stares blankly at the guy. He doesn't even bother to go intangible.]

Seriously. Seriously? Did you really just throw salt at me?

[lovemesomepie]

[The lack of reaction is more telling than the confusion, but both mean that something is wrong. He knows that's rock salt, he filled the bag himself. And the kid's admitted to being a ghost. What's going wrong?]

How? You're supposed to burn!

[schrodingersghost]

Riiiight. Okay, whatever you say Mr. ghost-hating creepy arsonist. Do you normally do this kind of thing to random innocent ghostly bystanders?

[lovemesomepie]

I'll do whatever it takes to…protect this place.

Ghosts? Innocent? Don't make me laugh. I don't laugh.

[schrodingersghost]

Right now? I'm thinking you're the guy this place needs to be protected from.

[lovemesomepie]

I'll play the villain so that our white knight can stay untarnished... But citizens are not my enemy.

You are.

[schrodingersghost]

That doesn't even make any sense. What white knight?

[lovemesomepie]

Like I'd tell you, even if it weren't already obvious...

Why do you torment this place? Get out!

[schrodingersghost]

No. I was totally here first.

[lovemesomepie]

[That's enough like what he remembers of arguments with his little brother to get a more Deanlike response, though it doesn't last long.]

What are you, twelve?

Child or not...you must face justice!

[schrodingersghost]

For what?

[lovemesomepie]

For your...ghostly crimes.

Ghosts are killers, one and all.

[schrodingersghost]

Oi! I'm getting a little offended here.