A Demon’s Preferments
So Jenna challenged me to an anagram challenge. And here it is:
Pairing: Sam/Deanish
Rating: R for swearing
Warnings: Spoilers for everything so far, sorta. Random demon's point of view. Or maybe it's Ruby, that'd be fucking awesome, right? Anyway.
I give you: A Demon's Preferments, or Sperms of Endearment.
I’ve always been interested in sibling dynamics, (I have a few thousand brothers and sisters. It’s tough being the middle child, never enough attention). Not just, y’know, normal brothers or something. The kind that say, “Oh I’d die for you.” Even if they really mean it, it’s still kinda, Well duh, you dumb shit. Dying for someone’s pretty goddamned easy. No. I like it when they’re willing to do really fucked up shit. I mean, going to hell, while a grand gesture that most assuredly makes a simple ‘dying for you’ its petty little bitch, is still rather uninteresting after the first big reveal, and martyrdom sorta sticks in my craw. It’s all noble and shit. Gross. I’d much prefer “I’d wreck the earth and crumble heaven between my freakishly large man-fingers to keep you near me” kinda brothers. ‘Cause, firstly, the sheer awesomeness, and second, of course, the hint of something a little too desperate to be excused between brothers.
This is, of course, why I made a coupla “special deliveries” way back when. What can I say? They were wild times, (late seventies), I was a bit (epically), stoned and pretty excited, I’d gotten a bonus, two free mortal inseminations, (tortured souls, of course), for bigging up Kenny Rogers. Which, in hindsight, worth a lot fucking more than that, but what can you do. So, almost everyone was all “Hey, you should do a boy and a girl, and they can meet later and have super-evil progeny,” but, whatever, been done a million times, right? So I did something avant-garde, all in the name of progression, man. I made brothers.
Whooo, boy. Tortured is fucking right. And they’re hot, too.
I mean, they started out slow, with a lifetime of die for yous, and an actual death, then a hell in a handbasket move that my blind great-aunt Millie saw coming from a few millennia away. Jeeze. And then the younger one got desperate, and the older one, in a move that was somewhat irrelevant and seemingly impossible, got even prettier, and then they both broke a little bit, and then Lilith, (she’s the oldest, fucking sense of entitlement makes me wanna smack the ho) decided to make good on the deal and she actually took the pretty one away.
I know, right? Dumb broad.
So. There are crumbling bits of Hell tumbling from between the younger one’s giant freak-paws, and he’s got the older one right next to him, all bleeding and succulent, and we’re probably all gonna die, now, thanks to Lily’s big-ass gob, but damn. Sibling dynamics, right?
I wouldn’t change it.
The end!
Also, my brain is on fire.
.
Pairing: Sam/Deanish
Rating: R for swearing
Warnings: Spoilers for everything so far, sorta. Random demon's point of view. Or maybe it's Ruby, that'd be fucking awesome, right? Anyway.
I give you: A Demon's Preferments, or Sperms of Endearment.
I’ve always been interested in sibling dynamics, (I have a few thousand brothers and sisters. It’s tough being the middle child, never enough attention). Not just, y’know, normal brothers or something. The kind that say, “Oh I’d die for you.” Even if they really mean it, it’s still kinda, Well duh, you dumb shit. Dying for someone’s pretty goddamned easy. No. I like it when they’re willing to do really fucked up shit. I mean, going to hell, while a grand gesture that most assuredly makes a simple ‘dying for you’ its petty little bitch, is still rather uninteresting after the first big reveal, and martyrdom sorta sticks in my craw. It’s all noble and shit. Gross. I’d much prefer “I’d wreck the earth and crumble heaven between my freakishly large man-fingers to keep you near me” kinda brothers. ‘Cause, firstly, the sheer awesomeness, and second, of course, the hint of something a little too desperate to be excused between brothers.
This is, of course, why I made a coupla “special deliveries” way back when. What can I say? They were wild times, (late seventies), I was a bit (epically), stoned and pretty excited, I’d gotten a bonus, two free mortal inseminations, (tortured souls, of course), for bigging up Kenny Rogers. Which, in hindsight, worth a lot fucking more than that, but what can you do. So, almost everyone was all “Hey, you should do a boy and a girl, and they can meet later and have super-evil progeny,” but, whatever, been done a million times, right? So I did something avant-garde, all in the name of progression, man. I made brothers.
Whooo, boy. Tortured is fucking right. And they’re hot, too.
I mean, they started out slow, with a lifetime of die for yous, and an actual death, then a hell in a handbasket move that my blind great-aunt Millie saw coming from a few millennia away. Jeeze. And then the younger one got desperate, and the older one, in a move that was somewhat irrelevant and seemingly impossible, got even prettier, and then they both broke a little bit, and then Lilith, (she’s the oldest, fucking sense of entitlement makes me wanna smack the ho) decided to make good on the deal and she actually took the pretty one away.
I know, right? Dumb broad.
So. There are crumbling bits of Hell tumbling from between the younger one’s giant freak-paws, and he’s got the older one right next to him, all bleeding and succulent, and we’re probably all gonna die, now, thanks to Lily’s big-ass gob, but damn. Sibling dynamics, right?
I wouldn’t change it.
The end!
Also, my brain is on fire.
.