WE ARE THE WILD ONES / open

[arcy]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Water is dangerous. Dean, of course, knows this well. Sammy had fallen into a river once, when he was a pup. Nearly drowned, and Dean had never looked at it the same way again. A danger. If somebody fell in, they could drown. This isn't to say Dean didn't enjoy water sometimes, he just recognized its dangerous potential, thank you very much. So, being surrounded by the ocean like this was .. a little ominous for his tastes. Knowing that one bad storm could come and they might all drown. He sticks around anyways, and Dean isn't sure why he is. It's starting to be frustration. He should be out there hunting, like his dad wanted him to. Like Sammy never wanted to. Dean thinks he's starting to understand the appeal of a joe-shmoe life, even though clan life was the complete fucking opposite of a 'joe shmoe' life. Not on the same end as hunting, but still not the same. Enough for Dean to be content.
There's a kid on the beach. The entire thing looks an awful lot like the thing with Sammy, close enough that Dean stops dead and has to remind himself that his brother is grown up and safe. She looks wild-eyed and panicked, and Jericho or whatever the fuck he was called just didn't have the guts to push it. Dean huffs and rolls his eyes, even though his gut is roiling because what's a kid doing here alone. Where were her parents? Were they separated when she first fell into the water? The canine breezily strides over to stand next to Jericho, though very quickly decides he's too big. Too tall. Too scary. Dean quickly makes to lay himself down and lower his head a little before the kid can panic more. "Easy, kid. You'll be okay here," He says, and tries to make his voice more .. comforting, maybe. Smooth and softer, but not too soft, Dean wasn't about that lifestyle. Kids loved that shit, but no kid was the same and Dean isn't even convinced this kid isn't feral. She looks pretty wild, but it probably wouldn't hurt them too much if they took her into the fold and took care of her. Could you stop something from being feral, if you only raised it right? That'd be quite the discovery, honestly. Hm. Shouldn't be too hard to convince Jericho, since the guy seems to be as soft as they come. They just needed to talk to the kid at all, see if she had a name or anything. Or if she could talk. Sure, she was pretty old, looked to be a grown kid, but that didn't mean anything when they just show up on the goddamn beach out of fucking nowhere with an attitude like this, did it?

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