[211] Old Acquaintance

Feb 02, 2008 15:35

She'd warned them. Oh she'd warned them until Dean had pulled the trigger on that God damned Colt. (The one she fixed for them, by the way, and oh wasn't that just some kind of sweet irony.) She'd warned them to get the Hell outta dodge because they were messing with something big, bad and ugly and she wasn't some kind of minor league demon, oh Hell no, she was one of the top bitches and they were in for a shit tonne of trouble.

But they didn't listen to her, of course not.

Common sense was a virtue every Winchester sorely lacked.

That trouble had come fast and it came hard, like knifes cutting away at his insides. And when Sammy hurried off with the Colt thinking that he could take on the big bad all by his little Golden Child self, she came busting through the door to save Dean's life. Again.

Who'd've figured, right?

And then she'd put her life on the line to save them, felt it slipping past her fingertips as the Latin slipped past that bitch's lips. And it hurt. So maybe she and Dean were even now, a knife to the back'll do that two a couple of friends- or enemies. Put them on even ground and all. But maybe they weren't, who knew.

Maybe next time they'll actually listen.

Because when you've been around as long as she has, old acquaintances kind of... pile up. 

[prompt] february, [verse] open, [entry] narrative, [community] theatrical_muse

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