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This, this was stupid. Dean threw his hands up in the air in frustration. 

[color=8dc73f][b]”Okay here’s the bottom line lady! You look exactly like a fucking TEMPLAR that found herself lost down here in the underground, do you realize how bad your situation currently is? Snooping around my house aside?”[/b][/color] He wasn’t going to back down. But he didn’t attempt moving closer to the woman. Dean was however getting more exasperated. Even Golem was beginning to look tired, even sinking into the ground a bit until his “face” was at eye level.

Dean rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. [color=8dc73f][b]”You haven’t even given a name when I freely gave mine, which really doesn’t help your case here, you’ve already been flagged as a potential [i]Stranger[/i]. Oh! And not being intimidated by a god damn [Primal Spirit] doesn’t paint you in a none threatening light.”[/b][/color]Did she understand just how absurd the situation was now? Hopefully. He knew what was going on with himself right now at least now that he had the moment to air out the actual issues. Damnit Golem’s influence really wasn’t conducive for deescalating easily but he was fucking trying!

[color=8dc73f][b]”I don’t want to fight, I really don’t. Too much crap has been going on and I’m NOT in the mood to deal with more.”[/b][/color] This is why he tried his best not to get involved with . . . Anything really. Dean slumped and leaned back on Golem’s face. Spirits he was all over the place. Given how unstable everything has been in just this past day it wasn’t a shocker.

Why can’t anything outside the house be simple? Shieldtown is supposed to be simple.