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Hunting 102, Wednesday
There was no movie today, kids! Try to contain your disappointment. But that could only be due to the fact that the brothers weren't arguing over the nature of the subject matter for the day.
"Today we're gonna talk about hellhounds," Dean said with a grimace. It was possibly his default expression when discussing certain things. Mostly feelings. "Nasty sons of--guns."
"Hellhounds are exactly what they sound like, beasts from hell who serve demons, mostly the kind who make deals," Sam said.
Dean nodded at that. "Deals meaning you sell your soul for something. Sometimes they collect in a year, sometimes ten. It all depends on the deal. And when that deal comes due, the hounds of hell come runnin' for you," he said ruefully. "But there are ways to slow 'em down since, unless your deal is up and you're 'piercing the veil' or some other kind of special thing, they're invisible to human eyes."
"Like anything else that comes from hell, you can protect yourself with a salt circle," Sam explained, "and they're weak against iron and holy water. The problem, of course, is that invisible creatures are difficult to attack, and once they have your scent, they don't lose it. Ever."
"And they usually come in packs," Dean added. Helpfully.
Because that's just what a teacher does.
"But they can be killed if you can manage it," Dean continued. "Enough salt will do the trick, an angel sword, Kurdish holy knives..." The Colt. "But all of those involve gettin' in real close and personal with the ugly sumbitch."
"And getting your hands on special weapons can be difficult." Seriously Dean, Sam didn't even know what some of those were and he was a nerd.
Deal with his being from the future, bitch.
Dean clapped his hands together. "So, you're gonna think up how to deal with a hellhound coming for you. Long term scenario. Sound good?"
"Today we're gonna talk about hellhounds," Dean said with a grimace. It was possibly his default expression when discussing certain things. Mostly feelings. "Nasty sons of--guns."
"Hellhounds are exactly what they sound like, beasts from hell who serve demons, mostly the kind who make deals," Sam said.
Dean nodded at that. "Deals meaning you sell your soul for something. Sometimes they collect in a year, sometimes ten. It all depends on the deal. And when that deal comes due, the hounds of hell come runnin' for you," he said ruefully. "But there are ways to slow 'em down since, unless your deal is up and you're 'piercing the veil' or some other kind of special thing, they're invisible to human eyes."
"Like anything else that comes from hell, you can protect yourself with a salt circle," Sam explained, "and they're weak against iron and holy water. The problem, of course, is that invisible creatures are difficult to attack, and once they have your scent, they don't lose it. Ever."
"And they usually come in packs," Dean added. Helpfully.
Because that's just what a teacher does.
"But they can be killed if you can manage it," Dean continued. "Enough salt will do the trick, an angel sword, Kurdish holy knives..." The Colt. "But all of those involve gettin' in real close and personal with the ugly sumbitch."
"And getting your hands on special weapons can be difficult." Seriously Dean, Sam didn't even know what some of those were and he was a nerd.
Deal with his being from the future, bitch.
Dean clapped his hands together. "So, you're gonna think up how to deal with a hellhound coming for you. Long term scenario. Sound good?"
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Except for the Sam-is-a-Yeti thing. She absolutely believed that.
"But honestly, who doesn't like livers?"
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No, not the literal kind. You could just trust Chef Quasimodo to combine even the most recognizably human-edible cuisine into the weirdest combinations.
He was just French, after all.
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There was not supposed to be a just in that last sentence, dammit, ladyfingers."The chef at our hotel calls it 'Toucher L'oie.'" Which made Mavis' door-knocker crack up every time Room Service delivered it, but she refused to tell Mavis what was supposed to be so funny about fingering a goose.
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