#(BUT FOR BLAKE ITS LIKE…. poor guy can’t get any peace!! tormented by his demon ahhh)

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CON. // @deadmcnwalks

“A bother? Pfft,” Butch waves a dismissive hand, his imp tail swishing behind him leisurely. “Don’t be silly—yer one’f th’ nicest fellas I know!” He beams right back up at the taller of the two. “I could sure use a huntin’ buddy. ‘Sides, it’s nice havin’ someone watch yer back when yer on the move.”

Butch is oblivious to Blake’s curse and while he’s ran into Shadow a few times before, he doesn’t seem to realize Shadow is a curse that Blake bears. Even still, the little demon blooded cowboy had dealt with his fair share of the supernatural, the evil and uncanny—he had experience. He wouldn’t put any offer on the table he isn’t ready to take on himself.

“Wanna see where I usually stay? I move every now an’ again but I keep it as comfy as I can, fire an’ all! An’ if ya want, I can scrape t’gether some materials an’ make you yer own tent. C’mon!” Instead of waiting for an answer, Butch excitedly takes Blake’s wrist and begins leading him in that direction. He only lets go when he’s sure the other cowboy is following him.