Pretty sure I didn't know kayliemalinza 's writing before, and this fic is well worth a read. It has a unique world to it, I usually find stories about this either boring or icky or both - this one I'd want to read more in the verse of. It's just got a vibe , a world.
Characters: Dean, Alastair Word Count: 1045 Author's Summary: Dean, like the best pupils, is bright, attentive and frustrating. He's also creative. [Author's Teaser]Author's Teaser: Dean collects hellhounds. He likes the hacked-up strays who drip ichor from the stumps of missing limbs and grind their teeth down to nubs by chewing chains and rock and burnt bone. They're pathetic to the last, with blood-slick fur and white-lipped wounds beneath. They cringe and cower. They love Dean, the only thing that has ever been kind to them; they'll take whippings and wriggle back to him with their chins on their paws because he called them "sweetheart" once.