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They'd meant to head straight for Nebraska.
But the highway they'd driven in on, less than half a day ago, appears to be missing ... quite a lot of road, really.
And there was a town nearby, sitting on the beach. Now, there's a mountain of rubble, and something bigger than the mountain flailing and whipping tentacles around in it.
"Hey." Dean leans over to jab Rachel in the shoulder. "Wanna detour?"
But the highway they'd driven in on, less than half a day ago, appears to be missing ... quite a lot of road, really.
And there was a town nearby, sitting on the beach. Now, there's a mountain of rubble, and something bigger than the mountain flailing and whipping tentacles around in it.
"Hey." Dean leans over to jab Rachel in the shoulder. "Wanna detour?"
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She's smirking more when she notices the tentacles.
"Let's do it."
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"Sweet. What're you gonna be this time ... squirrel? Frog?"
The car is already slowing to a stop; he needs to get into the trunk for this.
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There is one morph she has that could do it, though. So long as she doesn't think too much about the last time she morphed it.
Rachel keeps her smirk and looks over at Dean, sidelong. "I'll need to get to the water before they see me."
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And with that, she beams cheerfully and hops out of the car to disappear into the trees.
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"You what?"
But she's gone.
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More precisely, things three stories high with eight tentacles each.
CRASH!
One of which that just broke through the trees in an attempt to grab and nom on him.
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Dean drops, crouches, and fires.
BLAM.
The thing didn't need that tentacle, did it?
Better not have, because it doesn't have it any more.
And then Dean's hurling himself into the car and tearing it up off the road and into the air, putting some space between them before he turns around to aim again.
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The water behind it continues to churn and froth, probably with more of its brothers waiting.
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He may not like flying, but boy can drive.
In between the tentacles, zooming straight at the centre -- he's not going to call it a face -- and then pulling a quick mid-air u-turn and snapping off two quick blasts out the side window as he does.
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...which may just be four too many for Dean, since all of them are heading straight for the car in four different directions.
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Two.
But that leaves two more that he doesn't have time to shoot.
Shit--
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...but it's next scream, as it jerks back sharply, remaining tentacles dropping to the water, is confused.
And then, with another jerk backward, annoyed.
And with another, pained.
A much smaller set of tentacles is working on the body of the kraken, sharp beak digging into the soft, vulnerable flesh of its head. It isn't a kraken but it doesn't look entirely from earth, either. Or at least, not a part of the earth commonly seen.
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Dean's face meets Dean's palm. Only for a second, because then he's reloading and shooting again, laughing in bemusement.
"Weirdest fucking girl I ever met."
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There's laughter in his head, faint but triumphant, even as water begins to churn again, further out to sea.
[Yeah, bring it!]
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Dean hits the stereo on and waits for Metallica to start pumping out the speakers. If they've got to fight kraken while she's being a squid, they might as well have decent musical accompaniment.
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That is... awesome.
They're going to have a soundtrack.
Rachel laughs again and sinks a little further back in the squid's mind, only appearing again to prompt certain instincts, to encourage this movement or that one, using human intelligence with animal power.
Kill. Eat.
Headbang after the victory.
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Dean's really, really quite happy with that situation.
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Always appreciate a good disguise.
The last one in the group that zips past her, Rachel grabs with her own tentacles, uses its momentum to pull herself forward and wrap those long 'arms' around its head to secure herself, while her beak digs through its head again.
It's not exactly battling Yeerks, but these things destroyed somebody's home, somebody's city, even if it wasn't hers.
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"Wooo, good SQUIDDY!"
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Just opening the skull enough to let blood flow seems to be enough to get another kraken to finish the job on the injured one.
She zooms through the water, one after the other, vaguely listening to Metallica through ears not built to register car stereos, attacking swiftly, moving on fast.
There's plenty left for Dean to shoot, even while they set on each other.
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Eventually, though, he's just hovering, out over the water at a safe distance, watching them eat each other.
... gross.
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Rachel waits until one of them has eaten the rest.
Then she goes after it, too.
Not too much later, a very bedraggled blonde in black lycra is wading out of the surf, squeezing water out of her hair as she makes tracks in the sand.
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Ew, kraken slime.
"That," he informs her as she approaches, without looking around, "was seriously gross. And kinda fun."
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"Nice soundtrack."
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"I thought so, yeah. You get bit?"
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"You're not bleeding."
He can kinda tell, in that outfit.
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"I'm not a squid anymore either," she points out, giving him a short glance before looking at the car again. "That's not how it works. Do you have a towel?"
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"So how does it work? You shapeshift, it heals you?"
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"You're not thinking about it right." It isn't a rebuke, just calmly factual while she rubs her hair with the towel. "This isn't something I was born with, it isn't what I am. It's just something I've got, it's a weapon." Rachel thinks about this for a moment and shrugs, puts her attention back on the towel. "If someone breaks your knife, it breaks the knife - it doesn't break you. That's a pretty crappy metaphor, but it's basically it."
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"I still don't like it." Not that he expects her to care.
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"I don't remember asking if you did, and I don't remember you complaining when I was saving your dumb butt."
And his car, of course.
"If you don't want me riding with you then say so, but I'm not going to listen to you whine just because you think I'm some kind of... demon or spirit or whatever."
Boo, Dean. But yay, dry hair!
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Stupid boys, bein' all confusin'.
"Seriously," she says, slipping into the car with the towel wrapped around her so she doesn't get the upholstery wet, "is the whining going to be regular?"
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"Sure, princess."
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They better find Jo real damn soon.