Yaoi: Yep! They may not like each other, but they are both decent enough guys.
Cassie: Yes, it was. He was certainly a good conclusion. Thanks for the love, sorry for the wait!
The chapter won't be as heart breaking as this text line suggests!
`~Howcouldyoutakehislifeaway;Whatmadeyouthinkyouhadtheright?~`
"Ha, no, I'm not touching that." Dean held out the gun.
"Yes, you are. I want to be sure-" Stiles rolled his eyes.
"What? That I know something I'll never use?" Dean sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Not all monsters are cute and cuddly like Scott, Stiles."
"I have no interest in murdering people!"
"You don't have to-"
"No! Guns make it way too easy, if you're a hair off it can be the difference between being able to get away, and killing a person." Dean took a breath to calm down.
"Then we'll make sure you aren't off..." Stiles grit his teeth in annoyance and took the gun. Dean was ready to set Stiles up, but he didn't even see the kid get into position before he was firing the whole mag at the targets Dean had put up on trees of varying distance. Stiles took one of the frisbees they'd been using to practice and threw it up and out, into the feild. It almost immediately fell from the sky.
"I know how to shoot Dean. My Dad held the record at his office." Dean walked a few yards to pick up the frisbee.
"Not bad. Not perfect but-"
"You put silver bullets in the gun. I accounted for the effect on the tree targets, But it didn't hold course in the air."
"What the hell's your problem then, kid?" Stiles put the .45 caliber Semi-auto Colt down gingerly before turning back to Dean.
"My dad was a cop, Dean. He died in the line of duty. I don't know what happened but I don't think his gun helped much... They're dangerous and they don't do any good." Dean sighed and nodded. "Are there any non-lethal options? Those guys from the woods used these arrows that, like exploded, and neither of us could see, and it hurt our ears. And would pepperspray work?"
"Only if it was serin gas or something, and that would hurt you more than them. The flash bang thing could work, but those are real bulky, it would be hard to carry enough of them to get you out off trouble. Those hunters, think of them as a corporation. Me and Sammy, we're a mom and pop shop. I only know those hunters because me and my old man worked a couple cases with some of 'em. They'd know Sammy better, he and our mom's dad worked with them a couple years back. Clean cut case. They always seemed like good hunters, back when I was younger they were at least. There was one chick, seemed a bit unbalanced, but that kinda kin, more common than not."
"So the point of your rambling is...?" Stiles prodded. Dean rolled his eyes.
"They're more proffessionally equipped, stacked really. But they are more specialized. They don't get into the shit we do. Most hunters don't." Stiles eyes fixed on Dean as reloaded the magazine, but with plastic bullets.
"What kinda shit?" Dean shrugged, just glad Stiles was registering this kind of talk again.
"Well, they don't get into ghosts for one. Most hunters do, but they like flesh and blood. I hear they don't get in on vamps but they only started popping up again in the last, about ten years. They work werewolf, kitsunes, witches, occasional wendigo, that kinda stuff. We work all sorts off weird all over the country. They look for monsters, we just look for weird. And we work big stuff. Demons, Angels, Apocalypses, all kindsa crazy." Stiles took a deep breath.
"Dude." Dean gave a small chuckle.
"Exactly. Think about that feeling, except you've known about the monster stuff most your life. That's the kinda crap we deal with. The kind of crap that makes hunters think you're crazy." Dean gave a snicker as an instance came to mind. "We worked one case, that looked like abductions by aliens. All the ones hunters get on turn out to be hoaxes. Usually some ass trying to play off murder, or someone going missing, or some idiot hiding out in the woods to be famous for getting abducted, or some other kind of monster. There are instances we don't investigate, but the point is there are absolutely no aliens as far as hunters are concerned. 'You don't kill anybody, we can't see you, you don't exist.' But yeah, so this one crazy chick says it's fairies. Sam doesn't have a soul at the time so he says right to her that she's bat shit, and basically says she's on drugs. And it actually ends up being freaking fairies! Hiding as their abductions as alien abductions to make people believe it was bullshit." Stiles perked up.
"Didn't have a what now?"
"Hm...?" Stiles shook his head, not even wanting to know.
"Were they fairies, or faerie?" Dean noticed the slight change in pronunciation and furrowed his brow.
"What's the difference?"
"Well, faerie or Fae are the mythological population of an equally mythological other realm. Fairies are idealist fantasies constructed based on certain prettier races of faerie."
"So you know which it is, you're just being a smart ass. Cute. Well, it wasn't just tinkerbell if that's what you're wondering. There were some elves, a guy with a red hat, a tink who was not at all pleasant, and a Leprechaun running the show. I hate fairies man..." Stiles shrugged.
"Could get a cat." Dean gave him a go-on look and Stiles explained. "A lot of malevolent faerie can be keep away by a cat. Especially the ones who like to take up residence in people's houses. But they keep away good ones too. But they say all faerie are either irritable, mischievous, or down right violent when it comes to people. 'Tinks' as you called them, are know for being mischievous if they like you, and irritable to the point of biting pieces off if they have reason to. Some myths claim they seduce people but I'm pretty sure it was just wishful thinking. Some faerie are known for it, but they'd be kind of too small to get anything out of it, and they are really fond of humans, so there is no reason they would." Dean blinked at him.
"How is it that you just found out about this crap, and yet you know more about them than I do?" Stiles smiled at the borderline compliment proudly, and Dean handed him the gun back, now loaded with plastic bullets. "I want you to stack these up on your silvers. Two on each and you can come in. Can I trust you not to put your eye out if I go in and wash up?" Stiles rolled his eyes and turned to the targets again to try at the task. Dean loaded another magazine before going in and heading up to check on Sam.