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"Dude, what kind of car you got? Can I see your tattoos? I was supposed to get my dad’s car. He’s got a 1967 Chevy Impala," he explained, lighting up with curiosity. No one really took the time to talk to him, because hunters were in and out and most thought that if John Winchester had kicked his own son out, something was wrong with him.

Vin laughed at his enthusiasm and stood from his chair, motioning for Dean to follow him outside. “I got a 1964 Ford Mustang, original interior. Rebuilt the engine though, it was total crap when I got it.”

He shoved open the front door and walked down the stairs. It was obvious which car was his, the hot rod red color making it stand out brilliantly. 

Scuttling after him the remaining part of the sandwich forgotten, he knew Bobby would give him hell later, but there were cars to see.

He stopped and exhaled when he got a good look at her.

"Damn. You done good."

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"He’s still learning either way, Bobby. It’s not like hunters get to talk to mutants. He also thinks I’m a badass," he grinned broadly.

Looking at Vin, he shrugged. “Hell if I know why I’m not blind, but I’ll take it. My pupils are diamond shaped when it’s dark. Also cool.”

"Yes, exactly. This is a learning experience," Vin replied, grinning at Dean for a moment before looking up at Bobby. The man scowled at them both before giving a resigned sigh and shaking his head.

"Yeah, see, the only cool thing I have are my tattoos," he said, continuing with the conversation as if Bobby wasn’t making faces and rolling his eyes. "And my car. That’s about it."

"Dude, what kind of car you got? Can I see your tattoos? I was supposed to get my dad’s car. He’s got a 1967 Chevy Impala," he explained, lighting up with curiosity. No one really took the time to talk to him, because hunters were in and out and most thought that if John Winchester had kicked his own son out, something was wrong with him.

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Being a slight goof meant Dean reached up and pulled his eyelids up and down away from his eyes so Vin could more easily see.

"It is pretty badass, though a little weird seeing it on faces or whatever, really weird in a mirror. My pupils extend out to the edges of my irises though, so that’s fun. Most people don’t pay close enough attention to notice unless they’re close and having a conversation with me."

"I bet it’d be weird in a mirror," Vin replied with a grin as Bobby came back into the house. "Though how you can actually see without getting blinded is interesting… That much light going into your eyes can’t be good for your retinas."

"You do know that you’re supposed to be looking up a way to kill this werewolf, right?" Bobby asked, noticing the half eaten sandwich on Dean’s plate.

"…. Six hour drive, Bobby. My brain needs a distraction."

"He’s still learning either way, Bobby. It’s not like hunters get to talk to mutants. He also thinks I’m a badass," he grinned broadly.

Looking at Vin, he shrugged. “Hell if I know why I’m not blind, but I’ll take it. My pupils are diamond shaped when it’s dark. Also cool.”

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"Well, if most hunters actually bothered to research their targets first, less mutants would get caught in the crossfire," he replied, mouth barely moving as he stared at Dean’s face, cheek pushed up slightly from his hand.

He leaned forward on the table, the legs of the table creaking under his weight, narrowing his eyes at Dean’s eyes again. He could faintly see the points in his irises, though finding them in the splashes of green was a little difficult.

"So… you have like… gun-sights for eyes basically?" he asked before moving to sit back in his chair properly. "That’s…. wickedly badass, Dean."

Being a slight goof meant Dean reached up and pulled his eyelids up and down away from his eyes so Vin could more easily see.

"It is pretty badass, though a little weird seeing it on faces or whatever, really weird in a mirror. My pupils extend out to the edges of my irises though, so that’s fun. Most people don’t pay close enough attention to notice unless they’re close and having a conversation with me."

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"I can try to-" Sam started, only stopping as she kept going, aware of Kate’s small smile as she raised her hands, though if she moved to leave, she stopped at Dean’s turning and walking out.  Gaze moving in a questioning way to Alice, she sighed.

"Look, I don’t know what’s going on fully here, but I belong at Dean’s side, I fear," Biting her lip, she looked back to seeing where the other had gone.  "Though he hasn’t acted like this before, and I’m not sure I know who he is anymore."

It was going against everything she thought he was, apparently.  But Sam only stared at the retreating figure, sighing as he looked to the woman.  ”We can settle it out, can you please just as least go sit in the living room?  It’s down the hall, first door.” He stated, pointing.  ”If Dean’s outside and in that rage, I wouldn’t ask you to go out there, not with what he’s already said.” Looking to Alice for permission at every step of the way, he licked his lips.

"And I’m not giving up on the snot that’s hiding under the table, alright?  I’ll try to help every step of the way.  Keep in contact, drop in.  But there are things back at the bunker I might be able to use for information, so it was something eventual anyway," He sighed, giving a small smile, letting his head drop.  "And honestly, I didn’t want you to have to deal with any of this drama.  I want it to be…good for you." 

Alice nodded, sighing faintly. At least one of the brothers was behaving less like the scarecrow and more like the tin man. “Please. I apologize for yelling at you.” Even though it hadn’t been yelling by anyone elses standards. And the emotion read of the room was still ‘wack’.

"If that’s honestly what you were going to do already I’m not going to stop you, I’ve told you that before." She made a point to be concise. "And drama is part of life. You are still welcome here. It is good for me." Whatever that meant.

The ‘snot’ under the table gasped once, at being noticed — a ninja she was not apparently — then a second time as the rhyming of the woman registered. But it can’t be… can it? “Mr. Hatter?” She mumbled, questioning. Though not quite daring to leave the shelter under the kitchen table in case her uncle came back inside.

Alice had just been moving to get the little girl out from under the table, and up to her room. So hearing her daughter name a personal figure of her history froze her in place. The blood drained out of her face, and by the feel of it curdled somewhere in the stomach. “—What was that Abby?”

"Mr. Hatter," she repeated, though with no more conviction.

Dean walked back in with a pistol and walked into the house. It was loaded with silver bullets and he was all set to take out the crazy bitch Kate.

"Kate~ You and I need to have a talk," he called, looking around for her. He’d apologize for any blood splatter later on.

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"I don’t recommend juvi at all, Dean. The food sucks, the jumpsuits suck, getting into fights with guys three times your size sucks…"

He almost missed the comment about having a target on his face, but once it registered, it threw him off. He got out of the chair and walked back into the kitchen again, carrying the file in hand. 

"…. On everything you look at?" he asked, the werewolf driven from his attention again. He sat down across from Dean, letting the folder fall onto the table with a slap, and sat with his chin in his hands, studying Dean’s face again. "What does it look like?"

"I don’t recommend being a mutant either, for what it’s worth. Especially not in the hunting community."

Tilting his head when Vin walked away, he almost apologized until the next question came. Bobby told him telling people they had a target on them was creepy and to cut it out.

"Everything I look at. I can’t turn it off, but I’ve gotten used to it. You know the view through the scope on a rifle? With the four lines all pointing to the center? That’s what it looks like. Thin, black lines in my vision, one for each point on my pupils."

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"Well, yeah, Sammy was bothering me to wake up, so I went to smack him and Bam!, off the bed he went," he agreed. "He was fine, bit of a bruise on his chest, but otherwise fine."

Taking another bite, he shrugged. “Yeah, he had me do that when I first got here so I’d wear myself out for the night.”

"He did the same thing to me when I was seventeen," Vin replied, one cheek puffed out from the food. "Only a month out of juvi. and I got ditched here while my mentor went on a Hunt. Fucker didn’t come back for three months, so I lived here the whole time."

He finished off the sandwich and sighed happily, his stomach finally feeling properly full. “All right, well if you’re so convinced you’ll be good for this Hunt, you better wow me with something other than hand blasting, Freckles.”

He hopped off of the counter and walked back into the living room, picking up the folder from the chair, and plopped back down into it.

"You lived here too? Huh, I got here about a week and a half after I turned fourteen, been here since," he hummed.

"I haven’t gone to juvi though. Bobby says if I do, he’ll tan my hide and use it for a book cover," he laughed, picking at his own sandwich, which had about half left still.

"You have a target on your face," he spoke as he looked at him, seemingly out of nowhere.

"It’s part of my mutation, there’s a target laid over everything I look at. It makes me an excellent shot. I never miss."

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The closer to the end the more satisfying it gets…

givemeinternet:

The closer to the end the more satisfying it gets…

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He hopped up onto the counter and swung his feet lightly as he chewed on a bite of sandwich, listening to Dean’s explanation. He didn’t look much older than sixteen… And something told him that Dean wasn’t just there for Bobby to watch over him. 

"Hell of a way to find out," he commented, not really knowing what else to say. "At least he wasn’t hurt, right?"

He could hear Bobby moving around in the scrap yard, and took another ravenous bite of the sandwich. He’d almost forgotten what normal bread tasted like; diner bread was distinctly different.

"Does he still do that inane punishment where he just has you move tires from one side of the lot to the other?"

"Well, yeah, Sammy was bothering me to wake up, so I went to smack him and Bam!, off the bed he went," he agreed. "He was fine, bit of a bruise on his chest, but otherwise fine."

Taking another bite, he shrugged. “Yeah, he had me do that when I first got here so I’d wear myself out for the night.”

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"Bobby, it was my fault, all right. Cut the kid some slack," Vin replied as sternly as he dared to against Bobby Singer. He finished off what was left of his beer, lamenting the mouthful he had spat out earlier. He almost rolled his eyes when he caught sight of the expression on Bobby’s face.

He led the way back into the house, kicking the door open for Dean, and headed into the kitchen. He glanced behind his shoulder to make sure Bobby wasn’t following them, and smirked when he spotted the man staring at the damage to the car.

"When did you learn you could do that?" he asked, spotting one of the sandwiches on the counter and grabbing one instantly.

Dean took the punishment and shrugged, heading inside after Vin and grabbing a sandwich for himself.

"It’s not the worst thing in the world shoveling scrap, don’t worry about it Hatherley," he grinned when they were inside.

Shrugging, he took a bite, chewing a few moments before swallowing.

"My fourteenth birthday, I hit my little brother in the chest and knocked him on the floor. Lucky for us it was a weak blast. Otherwise I could have put him through the motel wall."

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Dean had his hands stuffed in his pockets at this point, just as unassuming as he’d looked before and he looked up at Vin, chewing on his lip.

The look of alarm so reminded him of his dad that he flinched slightly.

"I’m human, I swear it. I passed every test. Twice. I’m just a mutant, please don’t consider me huntable."

The kid flinched just from how people looked at him… He sighed, and shook his head slightly, but before he could say anything, the back door to Bobby’s house slammed open.

"What in the hell have you two idjits been doin’?"

Though he was in his twenties, Vin stood up straight instantly, and turned to look at him as the old hunter approached. He recognized the look on Bobby’s face, and had a feeling that Dean was gonna get in trouble for this.

"Had a bet with the kid about if he was really a mutant or not," Vin replied with a casual shrug. "Figured you were never gonna be able to get that old piece of shit running again, so… eh, it became a target."

His stomach was churning from the look Bobby was giving him, but he turned his head and looked at Dean. “How much was the bet again? Twenty bucks?” He reached back for his wallet and pulled a $20 from it. “You keep up bluffing like that, and you’ll be damn good at poker,” he said before moving to grab his beer again.

Dean schooled his face into as innocent an expression as he could manage. “You know I wouldn’t hit anything that stood a snowball’s chance in hell of running, Bobby,” he replied, smiling weakly.

Vin was out right lying. For Dean, who Vin didn’t know, and certainly didn’t trust. He offered a softer smile, pleased to know that maybe they could befriend each other.

"I’m better at sharking pool."

"I don’t care what you’re better at, boy. Inside with you both to eat. Dean, you’re gonna be moving scrap all day tomorrow for that stunt. Too late for things like that. Wake the damn dead."

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❝ Some people don’t sleep much because their dreams haunt them. ❞

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