ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ ʙᴜʟʟᴇᴛ ✪ ᴛᴇɴᴇᴋᴀ/ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ

[possemagnet]

[All is quiet at about 3AM in the middle of Promenade on the third most level of the eleventh housing building until an audible smack of the headboard against the wall of his bedroom can be heard and then another loud thud resounds as he takes a tumble to the floor out of his king sized mattress. His hand palms his temple after smacking his head to

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[crimsonandnoir]

[Guess who's gone over to your house and is standing by your door, Dean. Not entering your room just yet, because fuck knows how he's going to react to her, and being part demon.

Or, welp. A whole demon now. Yay.

But the voice sounds familiar, even if her looks don't.]

Did you get mauled by a two ton truck or are you just happy to be back here?

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[possemagnet]

[Dean just turns toward the door deciding whether or not to let her in, considering the last time they interacting didn't go so well for him or his face, or his car.]

Been there done that.

Krypta...? Yeah, I'm comin'. [When he gets to the door he doesn't think before opening it, but what he comes face to face with isn't what he's expecting. His eyebrows raise.] The hell?

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[crimsonandnoir]

[That brings a wry smirk to her face, but not much else.]

Hey, Dean.

[There's a gesture of a shrug, as she tries to explain why she's different now.]

I went home. A lot of things happened.

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[possemagnet]

A lot is a death in the family or gettin' stuck on the highway 'cause your car ran outta gas.

Full on body changes don't really qualify.

[Dean is hesitant in the door jamb, looking her over once before shifting his weight onto his right leg, looking expectant.]

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[crimsonandnoir]

Does full-on apocalypse count as a reason?

[Krypta shifts from one leg to another, crossing her arms, giving him a look of 'what, you want a biography?' It's not that she doesn't want to talk, it's just that she knows you're not gonna like what she has to say.]

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[possemagnet]

[Dean looks none to pleased.]

Depends on the logistics.

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[crimsonandnoir]

Half of humanity's either dead, in a ditch, or enslaved. The rest are in hiding. Demons walk freely out in the open, and other towns are falling apart like mine was.

My city's become Earth's new Hell.

[Her eyes are dark at this, but she stops herself from letting out too much at once.]

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[possemagnet]

[Dean still doesn't look too impressed but he drags a hand back over his neck in the silent moments between them and then scoffs.]

Sounds like a damn parade of hell spawn.

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[crimsonandnoir]

[She snorts a bit, hands going on her hips.]

That's an understatement. What's even worse is trying to cut off the head of power is almost impossible on my own. I need to draw him out by force.

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[possemagnet]

[Dean doesn't look dejected at that. Story of his life. G fucking poy. He's been there and done that and played the same tune.]

Ain't that how it always is?

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[crimsonandnoir]

[Sob they are more similar than he might realize.]

Maybe. I just didn't think dying would be part of the equation.

[...Yup. That set off a red flag yet, Dean?]

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[possemagnet]

[Dean's brows crease into his forehead and he has to remind himself that his gun is placed at the space between his lower back and his jeans. He braces his stance with the door frame and leans just a touch closer, knowing that he doesn't want to step out of bounds with this conversation so close to the rest of the people he shares the house with.]

Y'wanna repeat that? [Dean's way of asking her to explain.]

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[crimsonandnoir]

[The stare back at him is hard, her eyes refusing to look away as she responds.]

I died, Dean. Back home, on my world. I was betrayed and got hit by a speeding train.

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[possemagnet]

[Dean rolls his eyes.] Yeah, I got that. Mind tellin' me about the... [He gestures toward her and her new appearance.]

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[crimsonandnoir]

I had to hide from the person who killed me somehow. You think I could just walk down the street using the same look after that?

[She can already tell you're not liking where this is going.]

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[possemagnet]

Use another look? [Oh, he doesn't and it's clearly written on his face.] Y'know what you sound like? [The question is rhetorical. He's about ready to just shut the door in her face. He won't shoot her because the last thing he needs is a body count after being put under and the trouble that comes with that. No, he's steely and silent, jaw tight, and eyebrows furrowed.]