(You should see how he got his chimchar. It's the last post on the previous page)(dam littke bit of a bad ass over here)
Dean's ride through the forest was smooth and unhindered due to the motor bike driving great off road and the sun starts to set and the forest becomes creepy. But Dean ain't scared because fly french men and badasses never get scared, and Dean is both of these. He spots a girl not much younger than he is being cornered by a red duskull that is harassing the girl. Yeah, a damsel in distress. A smokin' hot damsel at that. And everybody knows women always give out after being rescued. What's more? Duskull is his favorite pokemon and has been ever since his mother told him that story about how he feeds off the fear of spoiled brats. That loser from before had a dusk ball on him and those work better at night. Guess what, he has it now and it's night! What's not to gain from this? Dean stops the bike and dismounts. He has chimchar out and ready for action.
Dean: Yo, duskull!