Evil for jennafriday13th

[i_call_doover]

((I think evil and my mind goes to demon!Dean. So forgive me...))

He stood there, staring at her as she sat in the chair. Her eyes hadn't been black. She obviously a human and Dean needed to know the feeling to hurt someone again; to watch blood flow freely from a body. Like he did in Hell for ten years. Rubbing his hands thoughtfully as he leaned

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[i_call_doover]

Dean took a step forward, squatting down to give her a smirk. "Hi Jenna," he said in what sounded to be a sweet tone. He blinked and his eyes went to a pure black color. "Comfy?"

[i_call_doover]

He stood back up, tilting his head in a curious manner. "Now why would I do that? There are so many other fun things I could do." Dean walked over to a small table and picked up a knife. "For example," he said while waving the knife in the air.