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Swords for Hunters. [Open] (Warning for language because Hunters)
Training was coming along. Also the house they were living in, but it still needed more repairs. That Xander guy was a big help, even if Dean didn't care for how the guy would sometimes stare at his brother too long. It was weird, and he'd be apologetic about it as he'd get back to work. But it's weird. All the one eyed guy would say would be how he knew the other Sam and they worked together against the Yeerk. The very idea of his brother being possessed again by something evil... that was worse, and reminded him too much of the possible futures he kept hearing or seeing. Sam saying yes. Like he was always going to bend over to Lucifer for one reason or another. And Dean had to allow it. Just sit back like some useless bitch while everything falls. Well hell with that, hell with the damn future for that matter. He hoped Adam was in the pods perhaps, and maybe his old man. At very least Mikey can't have them take his place.
Or you can accept your destiny, Dean.
Crap, he could do without the background commentary. He needed a drink or something to fight. He was half hoping Vader would show up somewhere so he could go kick his Sith ass. Be better than contemplating how much his future will suck if they get their world back. Eh, screw it, he needed to practice or something. He checked the time. Hunter class was yesterday, so he was free and clear there. He hated using the Sensoriums but it did work for training purposes. Like the hunting sim he rigged up a few times.
Now, time for something different. Cas was probably poking around the hydroponics. As long as he was just growing herbs and weed and not trying to partake anything narcotic, it seemed like a good idea. Gave him something else to do. Just like what Dean was doing. Keep moving, keep busy. Fight and bury the thoughts down in the hole.
Today's practice didn't involve a gun though. It involved a longsword. His old man gave them some pointers about bladed weapons, and an overview just in case. But most of their battles involved guns and bigger weapons. Still, better to be diverse as possible.
Or you can accept your destiny, Dean.
Crap, he could do without the background commentary. He needed a drink or something to fight. He was half hoping Vader would show up somewhere so he could go kick his Sith ass. Be better than contemplating how much his future will suck if they get their world back. Eh, screw it, he needed to practice or something. He checked the time. Hunter class was yesterday, so he was free and clear there. He hated using the Sensoriums but it did work for training purposes. Like the hunting sim he rigged up a few times.
Now, time for something different. Cas was probably poking around the hydroponics. As long as he was just growing herbs and weed and not trying to partake anything narcotic, it seemed like a good idea. Gave him something else to do. Just like what Dean was doing. Keep moving, keep busy. Fight and bury the thoughts down in the hole.
Today's practice didn't involve a gun though. It involved a longsword. His old man gave them some pointers about bladed weapons, and an overview just in case. But most of their battles involved guns and bigger weapons. Still, better to be diverse as possible.

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He was righteous, but not without faults. If anything, he was penitent.
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"I do not expect one such as you to understand what I did, or how my actions set free an entire Galaxy," he said, his tone dangerously even. "Do not speak to me of morality."
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"I made the Galaxy a place of order, a place that is no longer a chessboard for the Jedi or the greedy politicians to play their games on, Vader hissed over the hum of his weapon. "In time, I will have the power to keep death itself at bay. I have broken the chains that bound me and destroyed anyone who would keep me enslaved. I have made a paradise," he snarled, pointing his lightsaber at Dean.
"You have no idea of what you speak."
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"Damn they really have brainwashed you," he remarked with some pity. "Yeah right, free to be their bitch and call them master." It sounded like the angels argument. Gabriel saying how he wanted it to be over, all the fighting. Zachariah going on and on about the fight, and how freaking important he was. All to be enslaved and chained to some archangel.
"You have no idea just how much I know. Pompous assholes been trying to feed me the same damn lines. And it's still bullshit."
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Almost. Almost as they should be. But Vader would never admit that he had envisioned the Galaxy as having Padme in it...
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"And yeah, angels shown me the future too. And guess what? It sucked."
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...Jesus. And how would it be all that different from sharing headspace with Micheal?
............Dammit.
"You don't even think for yourself do you? Just parrot the Emperor's line. You're just a sad bastard like the rest of us."
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The holographic weapon couldn't burn him, but Vader's glare looked as though it was dangerously close to.
"The man you are speaking of freed me from the Jedi's rule," he hissed, "he is my master and in some ways my father. Be cautious."
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Still he relaxed and stepped back about the comment of family. That he understood, and he knew family wasn't just about blood either.
"Trust me, I tried the obedient son route. It doesn't work out."
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"I do not have to listen to this. I have better things to be doing than engaging fools such as yourself."
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"Yeah, just pissed I could tell. Deadbeat dads... too damn often around here it looks like."
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"My son was stolen from me," he said, harshly. "Would you insinuate otherwise?"
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"Yeah you tell yourself that when you were all alone."
He then went to leave since he was getting hungry and wanted to nibble on some of the remaining food supplies. Like hell was he gonna eat that damn slop before he had to again.