MANDROID MANDROID MANDROID
I AM THE BIGGEST DORK EVER. END OF STORY.
I am so not even giving you a preview.
( 'DEAN IS A MANDROID' ICONS, COLOR BARS, AND DEAN WITH RAINBOW COLORED EYES )
I am so not even giving you a preview.
( 'DEAN IS A MANDROID' ICONS, COLOR BARS, AND DEAN WITH RAINBOW COLORED EYES )
here, have a scrap of crappy crackfic.
Dean stared at the shifter in disbelief, keeping the silver knife trained on it. he'd faced - faced down, in fact - one of them wearing his own face before. hell, he'd seen him - it - die, knew what he'd look like with bullet holes in his head and time frozen on his face.
but this.
'your daddy mate with a string of christmas lights or something?'
the shifter smiled, a crooked, mischievous smile Dean hadn't felt himself break into in a long time. its eyes turned a deep red, flecked with gold, before paling to pink and going suddenly violet. they were kind of... pretty. no. not pretty. god, what the fuck was he thinking?
the shifter licked its lips, and Dean swallowed on a low noise in his throat. he really had the most filthy mouth.
'Dean,' it was saying, hands held up almost elegantly, nothing moving except his face and his goddamned eyes. 'i don't want to kill you. i don't want to kill people. i'm not... i'm not like the others.'
Dean's grip tightened on the knife. 'i've heard that one way too many times.' he laughed, a dry, bitter one. what the hell do you want, world peace?'
the eerie eyes went a deep, rich green, studded with little points of melty, shifting silver. 'is that so hard to believe?'
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ADMIT IT.
Okay, so maybe I just want my very own christmas-light-eye-shifter Dean that I can throw into bed put on my shelf...
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*again*
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