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[youvebeengarthed]

Listen, Mun. If you don't buck up, I think Mr. Fizzles is going to have to make an appearance.

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[gun_or_horse]

Mr Fizzles? Really?

[Have Colt eye quirked at him.]

[youvebeengarthed]

You doubt the power of Mr. Fizzles?

[gun_or_horse]

guess so, because if it's some of that freaky mind shit Cassie keeps tryin on me it ain' gunna work. [Sorry Garth]

[youvebeengarthed]

Sure, you say that now..... [A beat.]

Okay, so maybe he's a bigger hit with, you know. Six-year-olds.

[hung_garian]

Really pulling out the big guns, huh?

[youvebeengarthed]

Desperate times call for desperate measures, my friend.

[intraining]

Don't make any drastic moves. Your mun might just need some time to step up to the plate.

[hung_garian]

[He straightens his back (for possibly the first time in decades, what is good posture) and salutes.]

Then God be with you, young man. If anything goes wrong... you'll be remembered.

[gun_or_horse]

So in other words Dean? [Hey if he can dis his Uncle he will take the shot!]

[youvebeengarthed]

Woah... I don't think that'll be necessary!

[Though he does return that salute. In Garth's own mind, he makes an awesome soldier.]

I mean... I'm not gonna die or anything.

[youvebeengarthed]

Dean... Dean Winchester? No way, he's a great guy!

[gun_or_horse]

So ya know him? [Colts grinning because really most people think his dad and uncle are great, unless they're Crowley]

[hung_garian]

So you might think. Still, best to be prepared. What is the worst that could happen, right?

[He winks, presumably just to make it clear that he's (mostly) kidding. Unfortunately, it comes off as a little ominous.]

[youvebeengarthed]

Heck yeah I know him. I've worked with him before.

[youvebeengarthed]

Uh.. well, my mun has already said she doesn't plan on putting me anywhere, so I don't think...

[He frowns. He really doesn't like that wink.]

[youvebeengarthed]

She said she isn't going to put me anywhere, so I'm not worried.

[intraining]

Really? [ aw man, why could she have stuck around a little before being forced into some horror Survival rip-off. ] Consider yourself lucky, man. Mine went serious Indiana Jones when it came to trying to find me a place to go.

[hung_garian]

You know what they say, champ, best laid plans of mice and muns...

[gun_or_horse]

[Oh see now that's no fair. Colt has never worked with Dean... Just Sam, yes having a slightly sulking hunter now.]

You and just about every one else I've talked to. Seriously you'd think he'd be cool with one or two hunting trips now and then. [Though really right now technically Colt would be about two, and his dad and uncle don't even know he exists... yay timey wimey angel time dump lines.]