Coventry, North Side, "Rise 'n Shine! Motel" 11:00PM...
The couple got into town late, having to make a pit stop after 76 to swap out their damaged vehicle. Dee truly had friends everywhere, some cool cats willing to loan him a 1967 Chevy Impala. Suitable for laying low in a strange town, but flashy enough to satisfy any gear head that enjoyed showing off.
Dee flicked his lighter, igniting a cigarette before resting his head on the steering wheel. Baby stirred awake, looking to her outlaw husband with a smirk and patted his leather clad back. "Looks like someone could use a snooze." She teased, stretching her arms while grabbing the bags from the back seat.
Dee glanced over at his lover, cracking a grin and rubbing one of his eyes. "Who, me? Don't know what you're talkin' about. Fresh as a daisy, that's me." He chuckled, nodding over to their laptop bag. "Mind lookin' at the job ads when you get settled? I shouldn't be long. Isn't like there's a bunch of ground to cover in nowheresville anyhow."
Baby leaned over, planting a firm kiss on his lips, parting with a little bite, her signature move. "I know the drill babe. Just don't go and get yourself into any fun without me, ya hear?" The firecracker winked, stepping out of the Impala and made her way to the registry.
Dee couldn't help at stare at Baby's... Jeans, as she strutted into the office, clicking his tongue and tapping the wheel. "Goddamn, woman." He scoffed, adjusting the rear mirror, and very suddenly saw her eyes from the backseat.
"..." Dee took a sharp breath in, his jaw clenching as tight as a bear trap.
"...You feel it, don't you?" She asked, her pale lips slyly forming into a smirk. That wasn't to speak of the blood on her, there was always the blood on her, from her. "The hairs on your neck standing up? Kinda like when a storm's blowing in? It ain't from ogling at Baby, that's for sure."
"This place is cursed" He muttered.
"This place is cursed."She affirmed. "This ain't like anything you've dealt with before, Slick. This isn't just another small town with small fries."
"It's witch country."
"It's witch country, yes. So don't go getting all cocky, and getting yourself killed..." She wagged her finger at the office. "Or get her killed. Or else, that'll be two on your soul... See you at the finish line, okay?"
"....Yeah...." Dee looked down, blowing out the last hit of his cigarette. Next, he reached into the empty backseat, grabbing a small compass.
The compass looked ancient, like something pulled out of a sunken ghost ship. It's enchanted nature was fitting in that regard, as it had the ability to pick up traces of magic. It felt like yesterday, when he pried the device from a cold, dead witch's hands after his second hunt. Unfortunately, it was terribly vague in it's function, but it was better than guesswork. The cool cat killer gazed at it's arrow while it flicked about, at the peril of the immense and eldritch nature of this place.
"Come on now, give us something already." Dee sighed, lightly tapping it against the wheel. Sure enough, or lucky enough, the damned thing finally spilled, and pointed East of his position. His dark eyes darted over that way, seeing nothing but dense woods that crept up on the motel. "Spooky town, spooky woods. Go figure." Dee shined a grin, as the thrill of the hunt tingled his blood ever so slightly.
Slapping the compass shut, he'd grab his things from the trunk and head on out...
Dion "Dee" Sobol is the CVcU counterpart to The CVnU's Dion Sobol. While the two are technically the same person, their respective worlds have made them almost completely different beings.
In his universe, the Fei Smuggling empire never existed, due to the fact that "Boss Fei" died early in his career, shortly after him and Maggie conceived Juno. This Juno would go on to be raised in the warming care of her mother, along with Dion, and never became a rugged smuggler. However, this would directly result in her death, as she died tragically in a racing accident at the age of sixteen. Juno's death would turn Dee into the tough, troubled greaser he is today.
His mother, Margret, was still an ace attorney for the Odessa Russian Bratva. Unlike her counterpart, though, this Bratva had both members and close ties to supernatural entities. After an undisclosed betrayal in the Bratva, Maggie was murdered in the coup, orphaning Dee. This would begin his blinding hatred towards most things supernatural, and kick started his career as a monster hunter.