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Blood pounded in Dean’s ears as he ran, panting. The other recruits were in the same state, but most of them looked like they were about to pass out.
The Winchester glanced over at the man standing in the centre of the area, arms crossed as he yelled at them. Bobby Singer was a unique person. Over the last 3 days Dean had been staying with him while his dad was… Somewhere. His time with Bobby had mostly been him doing chores for the man, and following his every order.
It would have been terrible if not for the stories Bobby told him, stories of monsters and villains. Most interesting were the ones about the Angels and Demons. Bobby wouldn’t admit it, but Dean was pretty sure those ones were real. The stories about the war between them seemed pretty real, something Dean noticed while the stories were told that some things seemed similar to things they knew about the King and his family.
Dean was snapped out of his thoughts by Bobby yelling at them to speed up, so he did so, silently thanking years of running through the forest with his brother. He glanced sideways at the mentor, slowing down slightly when he noticed someone had shown up and was talking to him.
Bobby’s new companion was a dark haired man, dressed in black. What Dean could see of him wasn’t much, but what he saw was attractive. The Winchester gulped, coughing as that had been a bad idea while running. One of the other recruits, a scrawny guy called Gareth patted him on the back, doing more or less nothing to help.
“You okay dude?”
“Yup”
He gasped, managing to keep running. Bobby and the stranger were looking their way now, so he put his head down and pushed himself to go faster, knowing Bobby expected him to do well. Once the pair’s attention turned away from him Dean slowed down, falling back down into pace beside Gareth, who was doing surprisingly well.
“Who’s that?”
“Tall, Dark and Handsome? No idea. Soldier, I guess. Those are the king’s army colours”
“Huh”
“HEY IDJITS, LESS TALKING, MORE RUNNING”
“Yes sir!”
They shouted back, not saying another word for the rest of the run. 5 laps around the large training area was tough, and a couple of recruits were passed out or gasping for breath on the ground. Dean managed to stagger over to a log that happened to be there, sitting down and breathlessly laughing at Gareth who just faceplanted to the ground.
“Dean, get your ass over here!”
Bobby yelled at him. Dean groaned, only having just sat down. Knowing he’d be screwed if he didn’t he stood up, going over to Bobby. The stranger was still there, and even more attractive up close. He was taller than Bobby, and almost as tall as Dean. Despite him being shorter than Dean, he held an air of authority that made Dean feel small.
“Yeah, Bobby?”
“This is General Grey. You’re going to go work with him for a couple weeks”
The General nodded his head in greetings, staying quiet. Dean frowned, confused.
“I thought I was to stay with you until dad came back”
“Change of plans. Grey needs someone to help him for a bit. You’re going with him”
“Going where?”
“That's classified, for now,” the General spoke for the first time, his voice deep. “You’ll find out soon”
“Okay, why me?”
“Mr Singer says you’re the best he has. And I need the best with me”
“Just going to take Bobby’s word for it? Some of these guys can fight better than me”
“They can’t fight smarter, Dean”
Bobby inputted, walking towards the group to get them training again.
Grey walked over to the weapons rack and picked up a sword, checking the edge.
“Pick a weapon”
“What?”
“This is your initiation. Show me you can fight''
Dean frowned, rather confused by this whole thing. He checked out the options, silently weighing the options.
Sword would match his weapon, but I don’t know how good he is. Must be good to get to general. Mace would be good up close, but wouldn’t be great at blocking.
In the end he chose something he didn’t expect to choose. A rather fancy looking knife with a bone handle and symbols etched into the metal. He turned and faced the General who was waiting for him in the middle of the clearing.
“This really necessary?”
“Yes”