07-16-2015, 11:57 PM
Dean wished he could say this was the first time he had fallen for a pretty face. He should have known what this woman actually was but apparently this universe was messing with him. Shouldn't demons be able to tell if someone is another supernatural creature? It seemed like here they couldn't, and Dean was finding this out the hard way. This Reaper was different though, this one had gone rouge. Normally they are supposed to talk to you, comfort you, and eventually wait for your permission before they take you. Dean had dealt with them enough to know this. It's funny though, here he was dying at the hands of a beautiful woman and he couldn't help think about Tessa. She was the first Reaper that Dean had ever met, and had almost claimed him too. Now here he was with another beautiful angel, but this one was trying to take him by force. It just wouldn't do.
“Lady, you just got ugly fast.” While this wasn't exactly true Dean felt like it was the right thing to say. There was something totally un-sexy about trying to kill on the first date. That was at least third date material. ”If I were you I'd run, else you are going to end up real dead. Real soon.”
Dean had to focus everything he got on this one. This wasn't some two bit desert punk looking for an easy score, this was the real deal. An honest to god Angel of death. These things were hard to kill but that didn't mean it was going to be impossible. It was going to be harder though since Dean had foolishly let his guard down and let her in close to begin with. Reaching up with his left hand took most of Deans effort, he was not going to let this bitch beat him. Clasping his hand onto the wrist of the hand this chick had placed on his face Dean squeezed it tight. He knew you couldn't break the wrist of an angel, but he sure as hell was going to try.
”There is one thing about me and natural orders you need to know about” As Dean spoke his right hand was moving towards the hilt of the first blade, ”We don't exactly see eye to eye.” He turned his eyes jet black as he said the last part and let out the most unholy growl that had ever escaped his lips as he forced his right hand to grab the hilt of the first blade. On contact all the rage Dean had been holding in since he came to this bar sprang to the surface. The mark of Cain started to glow that creepy red it did when he held the first blade, but this time it also began to pulse. His veins filled with his anger, spreading out from the mark to his arm. This time though they did not stop there, they wove their way up his shoulder and neck until eventually half his face was covered in a red and black pattern that could only be described as hauntingly beautiful. At least it would have been if Deans face didn't look like he was about to tear out the throat of Lucifer himself with his bare god damn teeth.
”This is not going to end well, for you.” His voice was starting to sound a bit off at this point. Not that he didn't still sound like Dean, just that his voice was starting to sound a couple octaves too low. It was also getting to be like he was growling each word in a really bad superhero impression, the really broody type. Freeing his blade from its sheath Dean slashed viciously at the Reapers thigh. The damn bitch saw it coming though as she moved out of the way and was only grazed by the tip of the blade, just enough to draw a bit of blood. This at least gave Dean the momentum he needed as it caused her hand to loose contact with his face. ”You are so boned now.”
Dean yanked down hard on her wrist hard, pulling the woman down closer to him. As he stood up he let go of her arm and brought his other hand up, slamming the hilt of the first blade under her jaw and causing her to stumble back a few steps only. It was not going to be easy to get rid of her, angels were always annoying like that. He was also feeling tired, drained from her earlier attempt to kill him, the only thing keeping him upright was his pure, ever consuming rage.
“You can not stop me Dean Winchester. This place is an abomination and must be p...” Her little speech was interrupted by Deans right foot slamming into her stomach with a loud thud. It sent her flying backwards into a basket full of wet, dirty bar rags that had yet to be washed. The disgust on her face was apparent as Dean looked at her, half his own face covered in glowing red and black veins. His one eye was still pitch black but the other was now glowing a deep red. It was starting to look like there was a dark shadow surrounding him, causing all his features to look sharper, if not a hell of a lot meaner. The next three words that came out of his mouth were said slowly as he emphasized each one while pointing the rough, jagged blade of his weapon at his assailant's face.
”I. Don't. Care.”
“Lady, you just got ugly fast.” While this wasn't exactly true Dean felt like it was the right thing to say. There was something totally un-sexy about trying to kill on the first date. That was at least third date material. ”If I were you I'd run, else you are going to end up real dead. Real soon.”
Dean had to focus everything he got on this one. This wasn't some two bit desert punk looking for an easy score, this was the real deal. An honest to god Angel of death. These things were hard to kill but that didn't mean it was going to be impossible. It was going to be harder though since Dean had foolishly let his guard down and let her in close to begin with. Reaching up with his left hand took most of Deans effort, he was not going to let this bitch beat him. Clasping his hand onto the wrist of the hand this chick had placed on his face Dean squeezed it tight. He knew you couldn't break the wrist of an angel, but he sure as hell was going to try.
”There is one thing about me and natural orders you need to know about” As Dean spoke his right hand was moving towards the hilt of the first blade, ”We don't exactly see eye to eye.” He turned his eyes jet black as he said the last part and let out the most unholy growl that had ever escaped his lips as he forced his right hand to grab the hilt of the first blade. On contact all the rage Dean had been holding in since he came to this bar sprang to the surface. The mark of Cain started to glow that creepy red it did when he held the first blade, but this time it also began to pulse. His veins filled with his anger, spreading out from the mark to his arm. This time though they did not stop there, they wove their way up his shoulder and neck until eventually half his face was covered in a red and black pattern that could only be described as hauntingly beautiful. At least it would have been if Deans face didn't look like he was about to tear out the throat of Lucifer himself with his bare god damn teeth.
”This is not going to end well, for you.” His voice was starting to sound a bit off at this point. Not that he didn't still sound like Dean, just that his voice was starting to sound a couple octaves too low. It was also getting to be like he was growling each word in a really bad superhero impression, the really broody type. Freeing his blade from its sheath Dean slashed viciously at the Reapers thigh. The damn bitch saw it coming though as she moved out of the way and was only grazed by the tip of the blade, just enough to draw a bit of blood. This at least gave Dean the momentum he needed as it caused her hand to loose contact with his face. ”You are so boned now.”
Dean yanked down hard on her wrist hard, pulling the woman down closer to him. As he stood up he let go of her arm and brought his other hand up, slamming the hilt of the first blade under her jaw and causing her to stumble back a few steps only. It was not going to be easy to get rid of her, angels were always annoying like that. He was also feeling tired, drained from her earlier attempt to kill him, the only thing keeping him upright was his pure, ever consuming rage.
“You can not stop me Dean Winchester. This place is an abomination and must be p...” Her little speech was interrupted by Deans right foot slamming into her stomach with a loud thud. It sent her flying backwards into a basket full of wet, dirty bar rags that had yet to be washed. The disgust on her face was apparent as Dean looked at her, half his own face covered in glowing red and black veins. His one eye was still pitch black but the other was now glowing a deep red. It was starting to look like there was a dark shadow surrounding him, causing all his features to look sharper, if not a hell of a lot meaner. The next three words that came out of his mouth were said slowly as he emphasized each one while pointing the rough, jagged blade of his weapon at his assailant's face.
”I. Don't. Care.”
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