[215] Seduction
It isn't sweet, it never is, but it is seduction all the same. Her style is different from most.
She knows she has the power, dangling Dean's fate between her fingers like a marionette. She was playing them both and they knew it, but they still played.
They always played.
It was too risky to say no, too risky to cock that hammer back and watch the black fade from her eyes, too risky even to stop her from stealing French fries from his plate.
So he played. She rolled the dice and he moved. She said jump and he didn't say 'how high?', he said 'yes bitch, I hope you like it when I send you back to Hell'.
It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She watched as he cut down demons in human bodies, watch as he fired the Colt- probably wishing it was her everytime- and she watched as he pressed the cool metal against her throat.
She was his demon and he was her puppy.
That little fallen angel on his shoulder, seducing him to her side.
He just had yet to find out what side that was.
She knows she has the power, dangling Dean's fate between her fingers like a marionette. She was playing them both and they knew it, but they still played.
They always played.
It was too risky to say no, too risky to cock that hammer back and watch the black fade from her eyes, too risky even to stop her from stealing French fries from his plate.
So he played. She rolled the dice and he moved. She said jump and he didn't say 'how high?', he said 'yes bitch, I hope you like it when I send you back to Hell'.
It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She watched as he cut down demons in human bodies, watch as he fired the Colt- probably wishing it was her everytime- and she watched as he pressed the cool metal against her throat.
She was his demon and he was her puppy.
That little fallen angel on his shoulder, seducing him to her side.
He just had yet to find out what side that was.