[mind-the-muse] the hangman is coming down from the gallows and i don't have very long
Any change, any loss, does not make us victims. Others can shake you, surprise you, disappoint you, but they can't prevent you from acting, from taking the situation you're presented with and moving on. No matter where you are in life, no matter what your situation, you can always do something. You always have a choice and the choice can be power.
- John Donne
Human's were stupid; it was a well known fact in hell. Pick into their minds and find the right button and they melt like putty in your hands. Kids like the Winchesters have been pawns in devil's games for years. There is so much more satisfaction in tearing apart a hunter than anyone else, even a good preacher isn't as fun to fool around with than a hunter. And oh, to take over a hunter? That is the best rush in the world, when you leave them they can remember blood of the innocent coating their hands.
Personally I always wanted to try all the Winchesters on for size but I only managed Sammy. Poor little Sammy. So afraid of that brewing blood inside of him. It took a while to worm my way into Dean's body; that bastard Bobby gave them those charms but it was only a matter of time before Deano slipped up.
The most interesting thing to play with besides that sexual tension between the boys (I always thought they were just a little too close) was that little blonde. Jo. Dean's paramoure. I expected them to get it on a lot sooner than they did but those Winchesters have angst coming out of their pores. Once the dead man walking got his fill of dumb bimbo's under the guise of "truly living" he ran back to the Harvelle girl with his tail between his legs.
Human relationships interest me.
"What?" She asks as I look her over. Jeans hugging her hips and a sliver of flesh apparent below her tank top. She's got that cocky look of a hunter that drives me crazy - Dean too.
My Daddy Shot Your Daddy In the Head. It was delicious, the look on her face. Knowing that she would be questioning everything later. Do demons tell the truth too? Oh Jo. Little Jo.
"You're just so damn beautiful," I say with Dean's Kansas boy swagger he inherited from his papa. It's a damn shame we didn't get to keep John longer, it was fun to tear him apart over and over again but now he's off with the choirs of Angels.
A light blush colors her cheeks but she manages to keep that look on her face - suspicion. "What did you do now?"
A grin spreads over my - Dean's - face and I cock my finger at her to beckon her closer. She's wary but in that way that her blood starts to race and she can't decide if she wants to hit him or fuck him - I'm think she'll choose the later.
"Come on, Sweetheart," I say licking my lips just a bit.
I've got to take a different tactic this time around with little Jo. She's still bait but in a different way - my intentions here are entirely different and entirely unhonorable - just like Deans, really he should thank me. Jo is putty in his hands, has been since the beginning, and it won't take anything to get her to spread her legs for him. With Sammy she was just a little too hung up on Dean; getting her on her back will be fun.
I slip my fingers into the belt loops of those hugging jeans and bring her hips up against mine. Dean's the kind of guy girls fall all over - there's no accounting for taste. A kid who thinks all answers lie in Metallica lyrics and might as well be having a sexual relationship with his car is apparently attractive to human women. Even some demon chicks get all hot and bothered over the Winchester boy. Both actually. Ruby will get what's coming to her and Casey? She was a loyal one.
Playing with the Winchesters and those they loved?
I slipped my other hand into Jo's hair, tight and her eyes widen in surprise as though Dean always takes his care with her; not like they haven't had it rough and dirty.
I bring her lips hard to mine and she squeaks in surprise pushing me back by the chest.
"You aren't Dean," She says, voice even.
Well that's disappointing. I sigh and look up at her with Dean's puppy dog eyes before slamming my head into hers hard and knocking her backwards on to the bed.
"You never learn Joanna Beth, you never learn," I tell her as she slips into unconsciousness.
Humans. Now we wait for Sammy and see how things turn out this time around. I wonder if Sammy has bigger stones than Deano.
Muse | Dean Winchester (Meg!Dean)
Fandom | Supernatural
Word Count | 744
ooc note: this is just random and I blame damnrightreo for saying I should write Dean evil. Technically this is Meg!Dean a lot like that Meg!Sam thing but hey. I'll probably write at least one more installment of this little gem if not more.
- John Donne
Human's were stupid; it was a well known fact in hell. Pick into their minds and find the right button and they melt like putty in your hands. Kids like the Winchesters have been pawns in devil's games for years. There is so much more satisfaction in tearing apart a hunter than anyone else, even a good preacher isn't as fun to fool around with than a hunter. And oh, to take over a hunter? That is the best rush in the world, when you leave them they can remember blood of the innocent coating their hands.
Personally I always wanted to try all the Winchesters on for size but I only managed Sammy. Poor little Sammy. So afraid of that brewing blood inside of him. It took a while to worm my way into Dean's body; that bastard Bobby gave them those charms but it was only a matter of time before Deano slipped up.
The most interesting thing to play with besides that sexual tension between the boys (I always thought they were just a little too close) was that little blonde. Jo. Dean's paramoure. I expected them to get it on a lot sooner than they did but those Winchesters have angst coming out of their pores. Once the dead man walking got his fill of dumb bimbo's under the guise of "truly living" he ran back to the Harvelle girl with his tail between his legs.
Human relationships interest me.
"What?" She asks as I look her over. Jeans hugging her hips and a sliver of flesh apparent below her tank top. She's got that cocky look of a hunter that drives me crazy - Dean too.
My Daddy Shot Your Daddy In the Head. It was delicious, the look on her face. Knowing that she would be questioning everything later. Do demons tell the truth too? Oh Jo. Little Jo.
"You're just so damn beautiful," I say with Dean's Kansas boy swagger he inherited from his papa. It's a damn shame we didn't get to keep John longer, it was fun to tear him apart over and over again but now he's off with the choirs of Angels.
A light blush colors her cheeks but she manages to keep that look on her face - suspicion. "What did you do now?"
A grin spreads over my - Dean's - face and I cock my finger at her to beckon her closer. She's wary but in that way that her blood starts to race and she can't decide if she wants to hit him or fuck him - I'm think she'll choose the later.
"Come on, Sweetheart," I say licking my lips just a bit.
I've got to take a different tactic this time around with little Jo. She's still bait but in a different way - my intentions here are entirely different and entirely unhonorable - just like Deans, really he should thank me. Jo is putty in his hands, has been since the beginning, and it won't take anything to get her to spread her legs for him. With Sammy she was just a little too hung up on Dean; getting her on her back will be fun.
I slip my fingers into the belt loops of those hugging jeans and bring her hips up against mine. Dean's the kind of guy girls fall all over - there's no accounting for taste. A kid who thinks all answers lie in Metallica lyrics and might as well be having a sexual relationship with his car is apparently attractive to human women. Even some demon chicks get all hot and bothered over the Winchester boy. Both actually. Ruby will get what's coming to her and Casey? She was a loyal one.
Playing with the Winchesters and those they loved?
I slipped my other hand into Jo's hair, tight and her eyes widen in surprise as though Dean always takes his care with her; not like they haven't had it rough and dirty.
I bring her lips hard to mine and she squeaks in surprise pushing me back by the chest.
"You aren't Dean," She says, voice even.
Well that's disappointing. I sigh and look up at her with Dean's puppy dog eyes before slamming my head into hers hard and knocking her backwards on to the bed.
"You never learn Joanna Beth, you never learn," I tell her as she slips into unconsciousness.
Humans. Now we wait for Sammy and see how things turn out this time around. I wonder if Sammy has bigger stones than Deano.
Muse | Dean Winchester (Meg!Dean)
Fandom | Supernatural
Word Count | 744
ooc note: this is just random and I blame damnrightreo for saying I should write Dean evil. Technically this is Meg!Dean a lot like that Meg!Sam thing but hey. I'll probably write at least one more installment of this little gem if not more.