[Lucifer watches Dean's artwork in action from a nearby seat - nearly a throne, despite its simplicity because this is Lucifer's realm. Horrible things, nightmare things, and yet all of them a reality created by none other than Dear Old Daddy. These are His creatures, His monstrosities, and Lucifer barely even needed to give them a nudge to get them to tear each other apart. It's beautiful, and that cold, cruel smile on his face shows his amusement better than words ever could.]
How does it feel, Dean? To finally let yourself go.
I would have gotten my freedom regardless. [Defiant to the end. He takes a filleting knife and swirls it slowly across the bicep of his victim, separating muscle from bone.]
She starts awake, the beeping of the hospital monitor fresh in her ears. When Faith realizes she can't move, she panics worse -- but only until she notices Dean there. Then there's a moment where she doesn't move at all.
And now Faith is leering at him, stretching out a little further.
"Wasn't hard to peg you for this kinda kink. Better just hope I don't get out of these."
She's good at getting a read on people but that doesn't mean she's always good at applying the information. Faith's eyebrows quirk up and then she rolls her neck to try to cover the confusion.
"We doing the third-person talk, too? Didn't really take you for a talker, Winchester." And therein lay the appeal.
Dean. Chris has been looking for Dean. He's needed all sorts of back-up all night and this has taken him ages. He walks over to Dean through the darkness.
"Dean. There're these gh--" And then he stops dead because Dean's eyes are completely black. "Um," he ends up saying instead.
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How does it feel, Dean? To finally let yourself go.
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I still want my baby brother back, Jackass. Unharmed, untouched. Sammy is mine to play with. Not yours.
[Demon? Yes but there are things about Dean that won't ever change. Sam is one of them]
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Temper, Dean. Really. I give you freedom, and you're still not happy?
[A sigh, and then he's on the opposite side of the table from Dean, staring down at his newest victim.]
Sam is...special. But you know that. [Looking up at him now] But he's not a toy, Dean.
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He's not your toy. You need Sam. I want him.
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And now Faith is leering at him, stretching out a little further.
"Wasn't hard to peg you for this kinda kink. Better just hope I don't get out of these."
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"Not really Dean's kink, Sweetheart."
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"We doing the third-person talk, too? Didn't really take you for a talker, Winchester." And therein lay the appeal.
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"Sorry the Dean you know isn't home. We're gonna a real good time though."
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Menolly...you shouldn't have visited but then you don't really know what's best for you. Do you?
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[She doesn't back away from him, but there's no way to miss the tension in her limbs.]
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I bet you've been told it's going to get you in a sticky situation. Sticky situation is here.
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"Dean. There're these gh--" And then he stops dead because Dean's eyes are completely black. "Um," he ends up saying instead.
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"It's not you. It's me. You see...I've changed."
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And he takes a step toward Chris.
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[Ruby smirks, but she keeps her distance.]
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