It was 12 AM, a bit of a cold night, and god DAMN was Dean Winchester bored.
He would've gone out drinking with Sam but, sadly, he and his younger rother had another little fight and there weren't many bars in the area that Dean would really go to which resulted in him just walking around the streets in the first outfit he could pull together (a grey shirt, dark jeans, and his leather boots and all).
Dean sighed, hands in his pockets as he looked around the drab city that he and his brother had ended up in that day. He let out a soft yawn as he kept on walking, taking turns whenever he could, not even sure where the hell he was anymore. However, after a while, he heard quit a bit of noise somewhere nearby. Are those.. gunshots? he asked himself, eyes wide. He thought for a moment before deciding to run over to the scene.
The scene that greeted him was extremely different than what he was expecting. The only thing he saw were invisible shots being fired and the floors and walls just magically getting cracks but, in contrast wiht that, he was hearing a lot of things right now. Grunts, cheesy one liners, loud (possibly demonic) screeching.. it was all overwhelming.
Suddenly, it all stopped and he watched in awe as some purple portal seemed to just appear out of nowhere, a woman walking out of it. She was extremely tall, seemed to be at least 6'1", with a some sort of black pixie cut. She had these 'librarian' type glasses on (Who the hell wears those glasses anymore? Dean asked himself) and with that was a skin tight tight black suit which showed off every curve of her body and her rather interesting bust size. While that was already pretty wild to Dean, what really sold it were her two pairs of gun heels, one pair in her hands and the other on her heels.
He stood there with wide eyes, silent until the woman decided to speak up.
"Isn't it a bit rude to stare at a woman like that?" she asked, revealing her British accent. "I know I look good but it always makes me feel uncomfortable with people staring at me.."
He snapped out of his little trance and looked at her, shaking his head. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that," he said with a little nod, although he still had a look of dismay on his face. "I-"
"What's your name?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
He was hesitant but answered, "It's Dean. Dean Winchester."
"Bayonetta," she said with a bit of a reassuring smile. "Make sure you don't tell anyone about what just happened." And at that, she looked up into the sky, seeing the full moon. She quickly jumped onto the wall of the alley and started walking away and into whereever the hell she was going now.
Midnights are wild. I should go out more at this time, he told himself.
