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Starting after the unfortunate death of Louie (I’m still sad about it) and Dennis is going through the motions.
Jack Abbot finds him on the roof.
Micheal Robby watches him throughout the day.
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Kyrie eleison- "Lord, have mercy."
It took just a second, a moment, a blink of an eye, and—
"No one talks to my husband like that."
And Dennis's world fell apart.
(Or, pain.)
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Jack smelled it as soon as he stepped outside. Metallic, clean, not human. Right at the edge of the field full of dead crops Robby hadn't bothered to burn yet, wide, glowing eyes watched Jack's every move. He slipped closer, sitting himself down in the snow and giving a low growl to the familiar figure in the snow.
Dennis gave him a crooked smile. He wore a thin sweater, the same jeans he was wearing the first time they met, and a distinct lack of shoes or socks. He looked pretty out here, snow complimenting his skin. He was too pale, even for winter. Jack could see his veins on his hands, but more distracting was the splatters of blood all over them.
"I know what you are," Dennis said. His voice was rougher now than it had been the first night. There were no humans here for him to pretend for.
Jack morphed himself back, gripping a knife in his pocket. It was silver. It burned his hand. He figured it would burn Dennis too, if he let it.
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Robby and Jack thought they had seen the last of the monsters and paranormal things in the woods a few years ago. Dennis Whitaker did nothing but prove them wrong. -
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Being a hunter isn't a profession you can escape. When you come into contact with the supernatural, there's no turning back; the monsters, the aberrations, they always return, no matter how much you run or how far you flee. There's no hiding. And when the past knocks on your door, you must face it head-on.
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Dennis was naive to think he could escape the hunter's life forever.
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Everything is fine. Everything is absolutely peachy fucking keen.
When the night shift calls Dennis in a few hours early, he goes without complaint. He knows how miserable a shift can get without enough hands on deck. But lack of sleep slowly starts to catch up with him.
Dennis Whitaker does not faint. That would be embarrassing. He’s on the floor for perfectly reasonable, perfectly respectable reasons. He does not need a banana bag. He does not need the day off.
He just needs a little bit of sleep.
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Or: Dennis has a bad day at work. Robby has Jack pick him up to babysit him at his and Robby’s apartment until Robby gets off shift. When Dennis still can’t force himself to sleep, his Attendings take it upon themselves to tire him out.