Why do I mention that? No reason.
( Nobody likes each other; it doesn't matter )
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As it turns out, "retirement" is kind of a gray area. Cesar and Jesse don't pursue hunts, but when you're a hunter, when you know what's out there, the hunt finds you sometimes. When you're a hunter, you recognize that it isn't a wolf terrorizing the neighbor's cattle, and you feel compelled to do something about it. And Cesar was more dead-set on retirement than Jesse, but he's the one who figures out planting marigold and sage along the fenceline and painting a few sigils on the fenceposts will keep the bastards out. Which just proves that you can take the man out of the hunt, but you can't take the hunt out of the man.
And when the boys come along, even Cesar readily admits that he doesn't want them out there ignorant and unprotected.
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(The title is from Let's Go Crazy by Prince. For reasons.
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby)
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Sam was still on doctor-ordered, post-werewolf bedrest. Dean had a call for help from a hunter in Tallahassee. Sam had an irrational hatred of the entire state of Florida. Amara was hunkered down somewhere off their radar, and Lucifer was under her control. There really didn't seem to be a good reason for Dean not to go help Buck out. One day down, one day to gank the monster, one day back. Even Sam insisted he'd be fine, that he wouldn't even leave the bunker.
God, it was a stupid idea.
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Oh, no, wait. That's not the Then.
( No one was saved )
(Sloppy declarations of love? I might be a teeny bit intoxicated from 11.17!)
Now, on to the poll!
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