Mouse and Cat Games
I like playing with Humans. Taste their fears, taste their tears, feel all those sweet emotions building up and wasting away.
This time, however, it was as much as play as it was plan.
Season 4 is doing nasty things to my imagination. I can't seem able to stop writing. This little piece was just begging to be released ever since I saw last week's episode 'In the beginning'. All because that fantastic cast turned one particular scene, that should've been yucky, in to one hell of a sexy thing. I know I'm going to a special Hell after this, but in the mean time, enjoy!
Warnings: besides the spoilers for epsiode 4.03, there' some bad, bad language and some light mature themes.
Mouse and Cat Games
I like playing with Humans. Taste their fears, taste their tears, feel all those sweet emotions building up and wasting away.
This time, however, it was as much as play as it was plan.
Time moves differently when you don’t have a body and an existence of your own. It doesn’t move slower, or even faster, just different.
You lose all of that urgency that seems to command the lives of most of the mortals I’ve played with. Starting now something that would only begin to bear fruits in ten years was as trivial as Humans planning what they should eat for lunch.
And what pleasure I will drive from this meal.
I picked the future parents of my children with extra care. Each and every one of them had to be exactly what I needed. The perfect studs and prized mares, breading my future champions. I wouldn’t settle for anything less than that. And among them, I found a pearl.
Sweet, little blond Mary. Always had a thing for blondes.
She wasn’t in my initial plans, I’ll give you that, but once I set my eyes on her, I knew I had to have her. Good thing her dear old daddy was open to possession as he was. Gave me a sure, easy ride right in to her back pocket.
And that other hunter, the one with the Colt. That piece of crap as been haunting my existence since the day Samuel Colt built the damn thing. And now it’s fallen right in to my lap.
I have no idea how that kid got his paws on the thing, but I know that this night will end with his blood on my hands and that Colt in my pocket.
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The best thing about wearing a meat suit? Besides all the screams and the guilt and the angst and the cursing against God? It’s playing the ‘everything’s normal’ game.
These people live with one another for years and most of the times, they don’t even notice when their love ones are walking around, carrying some extra weight in the form of yours truly. I mean, yeah, they kind of get the clue in when I have their warm guts on my fingers, but by then, you know… too late. That’s when I flash them my dashing yellow eyes… just to have one final screw with their heads.
I sit patiently in the house they take me to, all the while laughing inside at the insults my new meat suit is screaming at me. He’s truly pissed, especially after I showed him what I was planning to do to his sweet, little Mary. She disappears from the house shortly after we arrive, but I have no hurry. I’ll catch her later.
Right now, right now I have the hunter with the Colt in his pocket right in front of me and I’m bidding my time. Playing a little. Having some fun.
There’ something different about this boy. He didn’t behave like the others when I showed him my eyes, there was no fear, only recognition and I could swear - if I wasn’t such an untrustworthy bastard, that is - I could swear that I’ve never crossed paths with this kid before. I would’ve remembered it too, because his soul… there’s something very strange about his soul. Smells bad. Stings to look at. Very uncanny.
He’s gotten me all curious, so I sit patiently as he seems to gather the courage to tell me - excuse me, my meat suit - something of importance.
Five minutes later I’m better than curious, I’m ecstatic. The implications of what he’s just told Samuel Campbell are so many that I’m sure that dear, sweet future-boy and his sincere, doe eyes haven’t realized them all yet.
I try the safer course of action first and ask him nicely and polite to hand me the Colt. Strangely enough, it doesn’t work.
This guy’s own daughter and wife didn’t notice that he was no longer in command, and yet this kid, who I know for sure only knows Samuel for about less than 48 hours, this kid KNOWS that something’s wrong. Sweet!
I’m almost hoping that my telekinetic mojo won’t work on him, just to spice up things a little bit, but it does work and soon enough I have future-boy squirming in his chair, back against the wall.
I take a moment to appreciate the view on front of me.
Hot damn! The boy’s almost as sweet as his slut of a mother. All full lips and fiery eyes. And all that smell of suffering and pain in his skin… it nearly gives me a hard on and it isn’t even my dick.
Lust, thy name is SWEET!
I know that he’s telling the truth about coming from the future, making me all tingling with the sensation of success years before it actually happens, and now I know from where he knew me before. My only doubt is if he’s one of my pups or just some hunter hell bent on revenge.
From his reactions to my actions, I know that we’ve danced this dance before. I get just a little bit closer to annoy him further and resist the urge to lick the skin of his sweaty neck. He’s not one of mine. I almost wish he was.
But the hatred in those green eyes… it’s a thing of marvel from this close. I want to play a little bit more with him before I finish him off. Maybe take those pretty, pretty eyes with me, as a souvenir. Maybe give them to his mother when I return in ten years.
Yes, that will be fun. Baptize his young sibling with my blood and leave Mary this tiny remembrance, as a show of my favoritism.
I’m careful though. I now know what that foul smell on his soul is. The stink of angels and their fluffy little white wings. Yuck! It’s like shit baked in the hot sun.
I play my cards close to my vest and distract him with visions of his mother squirming underneath my sweaty, naked body.
He threatens me with bodily harm. Man, that’s endearing. This guy is like a tasty ice-cone in the hottest day in Hell. If it wasn’t for the smell, I would lick him dry.
I settle for killing his grandparents.
Sweet Mary is waiting for me. Me and Dean, we’ll meet again, someday later, maybe ten years from now, maybe more, when he’s not so tainted with God’s touch.
I can wait.
I’ll taste him then.
The end