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[There's a lull — while the creature is flying around, Dean drops his hands and looks up at it, gauging whether or not it's going to be swooping back around. It seems likely, but they don't have anything that they can use to take it down unless they waste bullets — something neither of them want to do. So it means that they'll have to wait for it to pass.

He joins Sam at the rock, taking up the spot next to him.

And sure enough, it starts to fly back around.]

Cover your ears —

[He quickly puts Ruby's knife back on his person so that both hands are free, and then that shriek sounds again — far away, but still loud enough to reach them. Dean's knees buckle and he presses his hands to his ears, but a second too late — finding himself feeling lightheaded and unsteady.]

[Sam curls in closer to the rock defending their location, squinting hard through a painful dizziness scrambling his thoughts for a moment; he grits his teeth passed it and turns to Dean, letting his hands away just long enough to grab Dean and yank him back in case he falls in the middle of his vertigo.]

— ean, you alright?

[Sam thinks he's alright, personally, but he's not entirely sure what the hell the thing does when it screeches at them like that. Any blood leaking out of unnatural places? Weird mental effects? We good?]

[It takes Dean a moment to respond, disoriented as he is, but he manages a nod and, after another moment, he's able to speak.]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[No weird effects, but it definitely doesn't feel nice to be sent to his knees like that. He looks back up — the creature seems to be flying further away, maybe expanding its circle or migrating elsewhere. They're unseen, though, and that's what is most important. Dean isn't sure how they'd fair going up against something that can do that with just a screech.

He allows them another few minutes of hiding by the rock — just until he feels confident the thing isn't going to turn around on them again. Then he pulls away.]

All clear.

[And starts walking again, keeping the occasional eye on the sky.]

... See, that's the kind of thing I'd like to warn people about.

[He stares up for a while, frowning.]

Should figure out more on that one. Somehow.

[Yeah, yeah, warn the monsters about the monsters. He's knows your mission, although in a place like this there are probably more monsters than Sam'll ever be able to record in that book of his.

He follows Sam's stare upward. It looks clear. For now.]

We really need something with good range.

[Something that doesn't have limited ammo.]

[Sam shrugs.]

Against that? A canon would be nice.

But yeah. Bows and arrows can't be too tough to whip up here. Maybe it's about time we got a little medieval, learned old-school bows and arrows.

[A canon - sure. And unlimited ammo and a whole host of other things to which he and Sam don't have access. Might as well make a list.]

I'll see if I can get some supplies.

[He's been planning on trying his hand at the bartering system around here, anyway. See what he can get. Maybe he and Sam can learn the art of ancient weapon making, when they're not brainstorming a way to get at the Animus. Why the hell not.]

C'mon. Let's see if we can find something else.

[Because Dean's out here to hunt — something a little bit more attainable than that thing.]

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