[he leans back into the trunk, considering his options, and then settles on a bowie knife that he tucks into his boot. he feels weird without a gun, but ... better safe than pissing off the natives, as much as he wouldn't say no to a fight right now]
Hey, Eyebrows. [he pushes the trunk half closed and looks at Sylar over it] You want somethin' out of here?
[Sylar shakes his head, looking dimly amused, and Dean shrugs, closing the trunk] Your funeral, dude. [a beat] Okay. I'm good.
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Hey, Eyebrows. [he pushes the trunk half closed and looks at Sylar over it] You want somethin' out of here?
[Sylar shakes his head, looking dimly amused, and Dean shrugs, closing the trunk] Your funeral, dude. [a beat] Okay. I'm good.