Thread: The Mortal Instruments-Supernatural (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

With nothing but empty road ahead, Dean cruised toward his destination relatively slowly. He had a burger in a box and a six pack of beer in the back from a previous stop earlier that morning. Both went untouched throughout the afternoon as Dean just drove with his radio on. The radio had been playing 'Traveling Riverside Blues' by Led Zeppelin. While being one of his confessed favorite songs, Dean wouldn't drum the beat on the steering wheel or sing along. Calm with a hint of cool, Dean continued guiding the Impala down the straight, flat road without detour or pause. As he slept well in a hotel the night before, the memory foam mattress bringing him some comfort at the time, Dean's eyes were focused and his mind was clear. Both facts being something he planned on changing at his next stop. He heard his phone begin to vibrate in the passenger seat without moving at all to pick it up. He didn't even flinch or peek over to it, like he had been ignoring his phone on purpose all day. He knew Sam was safe where he was, and in all likelihood, calling to check in on him. Dean had that on his mind as he continued driving, waiting for the phone to stop to take a breath. If the caller had been one of their large cast of friends, they could probably wait. If it had been their angel buddy, he could just pop into the Impala at any time. It wasn't warded against angels, Dean hadn't gotten around to trying that sort of protection on the Impala. Though, with the long metalic looking blade stashed in his coat, he was armed to deal with invasive angel attacks should they come his way anytime. The long road had been peaceful. Of his vices, driving the Impala on such an open road with the country air surrounding him had to be the only one that had any effect on him at the moment. Just subtle details here and there from the way the Impala moved and the sounds it made to how crisp and sweet the air was, this is what Dean needed to finally relax. And though he had these sensarions actively taking effect on him all morning, they had yet to grow old or lose potency for Dean. With another deep breath, his eyes fell to the dashboard where some printed papers sat idly under a loaded clip. The papers included various details about boring cases cropping up in the town Dean was heading. All were break-ins on the same street. The families in each home had two parents and two or more kids each. Though the perp had forced their way in, nobody was home and nothing seemed to be stolen or misplaced. The odd series of break-ins caught Dean's eye the morning prior and he left with just a few passing words to his brother. Though he left a copy of the reports and told Sam what he was doing, he knew he wasn't very subtle about it at all. Suddenly, out of the blue, someone fell onto the Impala and then they were whisked away to the road. With a big ass dent on the Impala's hood, Dean pulled over just a few feet away. Oh what the hell! His face finally put on some emotion as he pulled his eyebrows together through the windshield and at the dented hood. He finally turned the key as the engine tattered off normally and the radio stopped. To Dean's satisfaction, the sounds from under the hood were all normal. A sign that the visitor from the sky hadn't dealt any damage to the Impala under the hood. He opened the door and stepped out, slipping the keys into his pocket as he shut the door behind him. God damn it... He muttered at the sight of the tall woman who seemed oddly equipped and yet, totally battered. He paused as his eyebrows raised at the woman. This was new. She was probably not human provided she took that much damage and was still awake. Since he didnt have much of a reason to believe she had been human and her life was in danger, he didn't scramble to get back to his phone. He studied her, watching her move before he did anything else. She would have healed herself in certain ways if she were a heavy hitter like an angel or a demon. And he didn't see any sign of that happening. A third deep breath had entered and escaped Dean as he pulled together a straight face and popped open his trunk. Though he had an arsenal of knives and guns and what seemed like a spice rack for any occasion, his quick hands plucked up one item and shut the trunk. Turning to face the battered woman quickly, Dean kept his straight face solid. The sound of his boots uniformly slapping against the hard road had likely gathered her attention while Dean drew closer. Kneeling at her side with his shadow covering her upper body, Dean's rugged late twenties form had shielded her from the strong sun. He didn't need the sun much further to help identify what she was. That, and he didn't care much about her injuries if she turned out to be not human. Most creatures that fall out of the sky would be just fine in time. His right hand extended a well detailed metal flask as his left hand hid away in his jacket. It was unlikely she saw his weaponry in his trunk, and unless she was psychic, Dean's offer should seem rather normal. That was a grisly fall. Have some water. Not the way Dean would usually phrase it to an injured woman, but he had to figure her out. Bobby's iron flask would set off many red flags had she touched it and had been of a large array of monsters. The blessed water inside would also set off some indicators if she had been a monster. No human could take that kind of damage and be fully capable of rejecting a cold swig of water right after. Not from the stoic, charming older Winchester himself.