Dean gets shoved back into his body to see a horse standing on top of him, which is not an experience he can say he's had before.
He scrambles onto his feet, stumbling away from the creatures, and looks at his apparent rescuer (which he resents, for the record).
He kind of reminds Dean of a young Clint Eastwood, with how good he's making horse riding look, Dean will admit to that much. Dean would be lying if he said that he didn't have fantasies that played out like this.
"What the hell are those things?" he asks the-- cowboy? No, not a cowboy, cowboys need hats, and cowboy boots. This guy is wearing hiking boots and no has hat whatsoever.
His attentions snaps back to the monsters when one starts approaching again, approaching him like a fucked up Bicentennial Man
His hand instinctively goes for his gun before he remembers that it's gone.
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He scrambles onto his feet, stumbling away from the creatures, and looks at his apparent rescuer (which he resents, for the record).
He kind of reminds Dean of a young Clint Eastwood, with how good he's making horse riding look, Dean will admit to that much. Dean would be lying if he said that he didn't have fantasies that played out like this.
"What the hell are those things?" he asks the-- cowboy? No, not a cowboy, cowboys need hats, and cowboy boots. This guy is wearing hiking boots and no has hat whatsoever.
His attentions snaps back to the monsters when one starts approaching again, approaching him like a fucked up Bicentennial Man
His hand instinctively goes for his gun before he remembers that it's gone.