HALLELUJAH, WHEN WE TOUCH IN HEAVEN / private

[dannychan]

judiah finnigan west "hornet"
37ish
6'1"
bisexual, leans toward men but isn't actually really all that interested in relationships
technically a retired assassin, but was given a contract by the prince of hell (unknowing to who he is) to kill sam and dean.
just a tired and broken man with some serious PTSD. faught in afghanistan and iraq.
mostly very quiet, doesn't really speak often. he doesn't like getting close to people because everyone he gets close to gets hurt. had two kids and a wife but they're dead. has night terrors and insomnia. works a lot. seriously fucking scary man.

judiah had been following the black impala since new york. he made sure to keep some distance and keep his head lights off, eating licorice since it's all he had until the impala made a pit stop. he frowned when the impala in front of him started to sputter and jump and it pulled over. he sighed. "bows good too.." he muttered and pulled open, his bun hidden in his jacket. "hey! you all need some help?" he asked when dean got out. he didn't know if dean knew he was tailing him or not, but a quick glance in his wallet at the picture confirmed it was him.

[dannychan]

[member=722]Leafwing12[/member]

[Leafwing12]

Sam and Dean had been driving along when the car had started acting up. Dean sighed, pulling over and cursing under his breath. Sam frowned. “Did the engine just give out?” Sam asked.

“Sounds like it.” Dean siad. He looked over when he heard someone talk. He frowned, spotting the man. “Uh...No. we’re good thank you.” Dean said. Sam frowned.

“Dean, maybe we should listen? I mean we’re kind of stuck here otherwise.” Sam said

[dannychan]

he blinked. "i've got some connectors in the trunk. let me moved my car so i can get to the hood." he said, getting back in and sighing. only idiots accepted his 'help'. he moved the car to the front of the impala and got out, moving to the trunk.

[Leafwing12]

Dean sighed, getting out. Sam did as well. He looked him over, shifting a bit. “You need any help sir?” Sam asked

[dannychan]

he hummed and took out what looked like a small automatic pistol and his hand gun. "nope. but you probably do." he stated simply. "asmodeus sends his regards is what i was paid to say but that's so cliche.." he sighed.

[Leafwing12]

Sam and Dean isnatntly froze. Dean quickly pulled out his gun. Sam did as well. Dean slowly moved himself so he was in front of Sam a bit to shield him.

[dannychan]

as soon as they were both in range of each other, he short at their hands and frowned. "really? moving closer isn't gonna help. are you stupid?"

[Leafwing12]

Dean flicked, frowning. Sam gritted his teeth. Dean looked at him. “We have a backup plan.” He muttered.

[dannychan]

he sighed and shot them both, right in the shoulders. "now where's this 'castiel' guy? i'm supposed to stab him." he sighed, seeming bored.