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[warmscalpelhigh]

Who: Dean, Amber, and Pavi
What: Amber needs blood...for her talking mirrors
Where: Between Amber's and Pavi's cabins
Warnings: Violence, blood, and general insanity

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[possemagnet]

Dean was on his way to check on cell zero where Cas was watching the mirrors. Make sure nothing had happened there, get the low down on all of that. And he was in a hurry too. At the voice her turned, thinking she was in trouble.

"Yeah? You alright?

[warmscalpelhigh]

He seemed pretty trusting; that was good. Amber pouted her lips and let the shoe dangle from her fingertips. "Uhm...there's all this scary shit happening...and I keep seeing stuff..." She batted her lashes.

[possemagnet]

Dean wasn't that stupid. She was attractive, but he was in charge of this and had other things to do. "Yeah. You and the rest of the barge." He paused. "A good idea would be to go bunk with a buddy, but I have more important things to do than listen to you complain."

[warmscalpelhigh]

"Fucking jerk," Amber hissed as she raised her shoe and brought the heel down, aiming for his shoulder.

[possemagnet]

Dean let the shoe hit his shoulder and then moved forward to physically reprimand Amber. He had been thrown across rooms by demons. A shoe to the shoulder, didn't do a damn thing.

[warmscalpelhigh]

So she did the next thing that came to mind. She punched him, going for his nose. That would start the blood at least...

[possemagnet]

Dean took the blow a trickle running down to his lips and then grabbed both of her arms moving to restrain her and take her with him to zero. He muttered profanities as she tried to struggle.

[warmscalpelhigh]

"Let go of me, asshole!" she growled as she kneed him in the balls.

[possemagnet]

Dean growled when she low balled him and whirled her around, moving to grab her wrists, wrap her arms across her stomach and restrain her firmly against his chest. "Calm the FUCK down."

[warmscalpelhigh]

Amber wriggled away from him and kicked him again before flying at him with her nails ready. She needed blood, and he was being a jerk about struggling.

"Fuck you!"

[possemagnet]

Dean moved to pin her to the floor. "Calm down." He had other things he could be doing. "You shouldn't be listening to the things in the mirror anyway. They're lying."

[warmscalpelhigh]

"Uuuuugggghhhh, you have no idea, you fucking idiot." Amber squirmed around enough and tried to sink her teeth into his arm. She was getting sick of this shit. It would have been better to have gotten a knife, to have slit his throat.

wait for pavi here?

[possemagnet]

Dean growled at the bite and attempted to shove her further into the floor. "Bitch!" It was all he could say. "You're a warden?" She had almost taken skin so with his free hand he moved to shove her head into the floor.

godmodding death w/ permission c:

[themostdashing]

Pavi had been half-asleep, pleasantly hazy from the dreams and murmurs, when he'd first heard the start of a scuffle near his room - but when he heard the shrill sound of his sister's voice it snapped him to complete alertness. When he rose, the violent urges he'd been trying to hold back since the dreams had begun was in full control. It was nothing to arm himself - obviously he had no blades to hand, not any more, but blunt trauma was as good as anything else and his bedside lamps were heavy enough for the job - and move out into the hallway.

And while he rarely cared about the situations Amber got herself entangled with with any number of random men, the sight of his sister being attacked combined with the building bloodlust of the last few days was enough to prompt what Pavi did next: he didn't give Dean any warning, but the sound of his footsteps gave the brief chance to see his face before he simply hefted the metal base and slammed it across the back of his head. He went down instantly.

[warmscalpelhigh]

Not only did he go down, but he went down on top of Amber. Her head was throbbing, but she felt like her senses were sharper than ever. And this was perfect.

"Get him off of me," she hissed, struggling under Dean's weight. "We've got to get him to the fucking mirrors." She knew Pavi would understand.

[themostdashing]

"I know," Pavi said, his voice low and his expression predatory in a way that was almost foreign to his time on the Barge. He still had no mirrors in his own room, but he'd had a few conversations in the changing room of the Inmates' showers that had been...well, quite fascinating. He wrapped an arm around Dean's limp weight, hauling him up off his sister's body.

It lacked the normal thrill of his kills in the past - compared to his acquiring new faces, this was banal - but it wasn't a bad substitute, and he was smiling.