The lawful one vs the criminal - Dean

@Dean <3

Dean had just gotten off work at Nyx and was on his way to the academy. His supernatural hearing quickly sensed something strange down a few streets, so he followed the sound. As he reached the location an alarm went off and he raised a brow before he ran towards the shop and jumped through the broken window. All he had to do was hold off the thieves until the guards came. He only saw one and quickly came up behind her to grab her arms, while he made a kick with his shoe to hit the bat out of her hands. “No pretty thing is going to be yours tonight,” he said, as he had heard her words from the street. He seized control of her body by pulling her arms behind her back and holding them up like a police officer would. Dean would only twist or pull her arm if she fought against him. As always, he was too reckless to think about the possibility of her being a stronger creature than him. Or the possibility of her possessing an ability that could be used against him. Maybe it was his accelerating healing or the adrenaline that boosted his boldness. No matter what, Dean wasn't the type of person to just stand by and look at a robbery happen – but he certainly could have just called the police instead of assaulting the thief. “Didn’t expect me, did you?” he asked with a fierce expression, trying to keep her in his power.

He didn’t expect her grin, but just stared into her blue eyes as she called him silly. He didn’t know who Mr. C. was, but this mister worried him. The last thing he needed was another enemy that saw him dead. He tried to stop his train of thought. He couldn’t let that get to him now. Her taunting made him hurt her arm a bit more. It was almost like she saw this as a game of cop vs. robber.
Soon a strange smoke appeared in the air and he closed his eyes as it was irritating them, making it hard for him to see anything. He tried to hold her more tightly, but as he inaled the smoke, it got too uncomfortable. Almost scratching his throat. He let go of her arms and stepped back coughing as he tried to gasp for a fresh breath near the window. He leaned up against one of the displays of jewelry as he looked back at her through the remaining smoke. He sighed silently noticing the bat in her hand. At least it wasn’t a gun. He raised his brow at her challenging words. It only motivated him to go after her again. He always loved a good challenge. He ran towards her and tried to tackle her legs to make her fall over, but she stepped to the side just before he got her. Instead he fell to the ground. He quickly got onto his feet, as she had poked his back with her bat. He had never been more determined in catching somebody in his entire life. “This isn’t a game,” he said rather annoyed. God, he wished the guards would show up already. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face as they would cuff her wrists and throw her in the back of the cop car. Just the thought made him smirk, seeing how she had reacted to him. He followed her movement and opened his eyes wider, as she pushed a glass cabinet in front of him. He managed to jump over it, but it had slowed him down. She stood behind one of the long counters and he put both his hands down on the glass, while he carefully watched her every movement. He was ready for whichever direction she went. He quickly glanced at a door which he assumed led to a backroom, but it was probably locked. “You can’t run forever,” he said and was ready to jump over the counter top if she stood behind it much longer.

As she pulled out the beads, he began to get the feeling that she wasn’t an amateur criminal. Her playfulness only made his annoyance worse, but then again, the game had been kind of thrilling. She quickly stepped up on the counter and planted her feet in his chest to make him fall back. He tried to grab her leg before she got further away but she managed to evade him. "How many times are you going to make me fall?” he said as he crawled to his feet and looked at the beads around him. He jumped up to the counter closest to him and jumped on tables until he got to her. That’s when she pointed the gun right into his chest. He looked surprised and slightly confused at her, as he was sure he had frisked her. He looked down at the gun to his chest. She was an absolute maniac, but he knew it was important to stay calm in situations like this. He looked straight into her eyes to force her to acknowledge his humanity. He knew that she didn’t bring a gun to kill anybody, but instead to make her robbery easier. “I’m not going to do anything,” he said as it wasn’t in his interest to get shot, even though he probably wasn’t going to bleed out on the floor. ”You don’t strike me as a person who gets easily worried,” he added. There had always been a chance that she had him at gunpoint when he jumped in. He narrowed his eyes as she said the police wouldn’t come and that cellphones didn’t work, without knowing why these things would ever be true. “Look. If the police aren’t coming then there is no reason for me to keep you here, so just point the gun away,” he suggested and pulled his hands up in the air, to show her that he wasn’t going to play dirty. “I suggest you let me go. You get to rob the store and I’ll be on my way. I’m sure they have insurance,” he said, still looking at her. As unpredictable as she was, he wouldn’t want to miss any sudden movements.

"Until you fall for me, sweetcheeks," she teased him as she was on the run.
She looked into his eyes as he said he wasnt going to do anything with the gun pointed at his chest. She narrowed her maniacally happy eyes for a bit as she didnt seem to believe him. His addition made her laugh, "Too crazy to care for unnecessary things, mista'," she just said as she pressed the gun closer to his chest as a warning, or more like a game. A game about life and death.
She frowned as he suggested for her to put the gun away. She waved it in the air to make an indifferent gesture before she pointed it back at him, stepping a bit back as he suggested that she let him go. "Let you go? After you've seen my face? And now that I've seen your pretty one? Hmmm. Nah, dont think'so," she said and pressed the trigger, instead of a bullet, a flag on a stick with the letters bang on it appeared and she started laughing.
"Oh you youngsters are so cute. All that serious, for no reason at all," she said in a happy tone as she pressed the flag back into the gun and placed it in her belt. She looked at the werewolf with playful eyes, "But you liked the hunt, I saw that," she then said as she stepped closer and cupped his face, looking into his eyes, "Now tell me. Are you a werewolf? A lil' wolfy boy?" her eyes lit up with curiousity, she hadnt really met many werewolves in her life, and those who she had were dead by now. Usually what would happen when a male would talk to her and Constantine were to find out.

He chuckled shortly. “I think that would top my list of tragic love stories,” he said and shook his head slightly at the thought. His existing love life was plenty bad to begin with. “I can’t disagree with you being crazy,” he said still looking into her eyes as she pressed the gun harder into his chest. Feeling his heartbeat accelerate at the anticipation. He wouldn’t call the police for unnecessary things, but maybe she had met her fair share of policemen. As she stepped away he put his hands down beside of him, but didn't move anything else as she still had the gun pointed at him. To be fair she could’ve just hidden her appearance better. “I’m guessing this isn’t your first time robbing a store so I can’t be the only one who had a chance to see your pretty face,” he said and knew most people wouldn't forget her. Her face had very distinct features. His sight caught her moving the finger on the trigger, so he quickly jumped to the side to avoid the shot as best as possible. All that came out of the gun was a little click. He looked at her with a confused expression and laughed nervously as he saw the flag. Goddamn. He could've sworn that it was a real gun. His heart was still pounding 100 miles an hour and he placed a hand on his chest but it didn't help his heart calm it down. “You’re insane,” he said and looked at her. At the same time he was happy that she wasn’t serious. It was obvious that he liked the hunt and his determination only made it that much more fun for him. “I like a challenging prey,” he said and sent her a daring look. He stepped a bit back as she neared him but stopped as he hit the wall and let her place his hands on his face. He growled like a wolf at her question and stared into her eyes. He placed his hands on hers to remove them from his face. He didn’t like her getting so up close and personal. “Why?” he asked and showed his teeth a bit “Do you want me to turn you?” he joked with a not so joking look in his eyes.