07-22-2015, 06:38 PM
This whole fight was starting to feel like a really bad action movie to Dean. The entire fight over a weapon, it gets knocked away, and then you stare into each other’s eyes thing was so cliché. Though, he was doing exactly that. The rage that had erupted out of him like a volcano was now simmering under the surface, waiting and begging to be let out once again. As far as the fight was going neither of them seemed to be moving, probably waiting on the other to tip their hand first before acting themselves.
Finally the stalemate was broken as Deans eyes wandered from his opponent for a brief second, as this was the reapers cue to leap forward after the weapon. He went after her, but sadly she was faster than him and would reach the weapon first. This just meant that Dean would have to use his strength to compensate for this. As the angel dove down to grasp the hilt of the first blade, just before her fingers could firmly hold the weapon, Dean reached down and grabbed her by the hair. Lifting her up a bit he slammed her face down into the ground hard.
“Hey now, that's no way to treat a lady!” Her words fell on deaf ears as Dean lifted her up again by her hair and slammed her face into the ground once more.
“Trust me, you are no lady.” Dean let go of her hair and got up to go get his weapon back before he felt a hand around his ankle. Before he could even react, Dean was thrown into a wall and sent crashing to the ground. It was unexpected and had knocked the wind out of his lungs, making him take a few moments to recuperate. Before he could get up though, Dean felt a weight on top of him as Mary Lou straddled him, first blade in hand. She looked down at him a triumphant smile on her face as she brandished his own weapon to use again him. Dean knew that normally the blade was useless without the mark of Cain, but in this universe it seemed that all the rules were tossed out the window. She very well might be able to kill him with it.
“Dean, Dean, Dean. You Winchesters will never learn, will you? You have evaded death for the final time.” She leaned in close so Dean could feel her breath on his ear as she spoke. “Trust me, this is for the best.”
Sitting back up the reaper raised her hands above her head and griping the hilt in both hands brought it down intending to pierce Dean’s corrupted heart. Luckily for Dean he was able to deflect it away from being a killing blow; unluckily it tore right into his left shoulder. That was twice now he had been stabbed in his shoulder since he had got here. Dean clenched his teeth and did his best not to scream.
So that was what it felt like to be stabbed with that thing.
It had felt as if his skin had been pierced by the fires of hell itself, he would have to fight through this pain. Mary Lou yanked the blade out of his shoulder Dean grabbed onto his arms with his own to try and shake the weapon free from her grasp.
Sadly with his shoulder in its current state it was clear to Dean that this was not a struggle he could possibly win the conventional way, so he decided to cheat. Pulling her in as they fought for the blade Dean leaned up and then did something that the angel of death was probably not expecting, he bit her arm. His teeth sunk into her forearm till the drew blood, the shock on her face apparent as he did so.
“YOU BIT ME! WHY WO....” the reaper never got to finish her little complaint before Dean managed to use the distraction to shake the blade from her hand and send it across the room again. He also tried to throw her off of him, but instead it ended up with the two of them rolling around the floor and bashing each other into whatever surfaces they came close to. Dean was wondering why no one was coming to check on the noises made, but based on how Dean had acted earlier they probably were all assuming he was just having a really good time in here.
They wrestled for position until Mary Lou once again asserted her dominance over Dean and had him pinned to the ground once again. She took hold of his shirt with her left hand and lifted him off the ground and then punched him hard square in the mouth.
“I was going to make this easy on you Dean, but I guess we will have to do this the old fashioned way” Dean looked up at her as she was speaking to him and was starting to say something smart before her first connected with his face again. He started to laugh at this, more at the fact he was getting beat up by a pretty girl more than anything else. This, of course, only pissed off the reaper even more, I mean who would dare laugh in the face of Death? Well, other than a Winchester of course. Dean felt her fist connect with his face again and again, feeling a sort of detachment from his body as each blow landed.
He had finally bit off more than he could chew and it was honestly pissing him off. Sadly he could not 'smoke out' of his body as normal demons tended to do, probably the side effect of being a human soul corrupted within its own vessel, or it would seem. He was running out of options here. Dean was about to just accept his fate when he felt something boiling under the surface, under all the rage. It was a mix of desperation and a last ditch attempt to not die. He might not be able to smoke out but maybe he could do something. He had all this demonic energy in him so why could he not use it?
Dean started to laugh again, spitting up blood into Mary Lou's face as he did. He continued to laugh as it grew deeper, his voice altering again to something less than human. There was a brief pause in the reapers attack as she started to scream at Dean.
“WHY WON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP AND DIE!” She brought her fist up high in the air intending to bring it down into Deans face in one final, finishing blow. As he watched her do this all that rage and desperation inside of Dean came to a boil and started to spew out of his mouth in the form of a sulphuric smelling smoke cloud. It wasn't like he was leaving his own body, more like he had invested a small portion of his own energy into the cloud that was now swirling around the angel, assaulting her senses and temporarily blinding her. He wasn't sure how long it would last but the Winchester was going to take full advantage of it.
Reaching up he gripped both her shoulders and pulled her down, smashing her face into his own forehead in a ferocious headbutt that caused her to lose her balance so he could toss her aside. Scrambling to his feet Dean made a mad dash to get a grip on the hilt of his weapon. He felt that warm, familiar sensation as his rage sprang back to the foreground and he turned to face his opponent, only to find that she was no longer there. Had she did that angel vanishing trick or had she simply ran after his little cheap shot had worn off?
There was no time to stand around and think about it so Dean grabbed his jacket with his left arm, causing him to wince, and ran out of the room and back towards the main part of the bar. He ran into the room with wild eyes as he stood there looking for his target. To everyone there he looked rather bruised and bloodied, as if he had just went three rounds with a rather unforgiving bear. His eyes finally locked onto the bartender.
“Where is she?! WHERE DID SHE GO?!” The bartender let his hand drop close to his holstered gun as he considered Deans words.
“Son, now calm down and just tell us what th' hell happened to you? You and Mary went out back and now you came racing out all bloodied to hell an' back ranting like a mad man!” Dean looked at the bartender and then made his way closer, tossing his jacket on the bar before slamming the first blade down next to it. He saw the bartender eye his blade and Dean decided to keep his hand away from it before someone did something rash.
“That chick, that Mary Lou was a freaking reaper! That bitch tried to kill me!” Dean saw the confusion on the man's face so he decided to explain it further. “A Reaper, one of Gods' Angels of Death? Come to collect weary souls? Unfortunately this one went rogue and is killing random people for kicks!”
Standing there as he explained this he saw that someone sitting next to him at the bar had just had a drink put down in front of him, so Dean took it and drank it before slamming the glass down on the bar.
“There is already one body back there and if I hadn't gotten in the way there would be a hell of a lot more.” Dean looked down at the glass and saw that there was something in it other then the dregs of the shot he just drank. It was blood, his own blood. Reaching up he wiped at his mouth and chin only to see his hand covered in blood as he took it away. “I am going to kill her....”
As he started to calm down a bit Dean finally noticed that the bar had filled up a bit more since he had disappeared into the back room. He snarled at those who were now staring at him and his eyes flashed black as he considered what he should do. He was in no position to fight but that doesn't mean he wouldn't if it came down to that. Instead he just decided to be his usual brazen self.
“What the hell are you looking at?” A sharp stabbing pain as he spoke reminded Dean that his shoulder was currently killing him, though not literally. It was probably still bleeding a lot too but he wasn't going to show weakness in front of a bunch of strangers. Plus he was pretty sure it was going to heal eventually so why let it bother him now.
Finally the stalemate was broken as Deans eyes wandered from his opponent for a brief second, as this was the reapers cue to leap forward after the weapon. He went after her, but sadly she was faster than him and would reach the weapon first. This just meant that Dean would have to use his strength to compensate for this. As the angel dove down to grasp the hilt of the first blade, just before her fingers could firmly hold the weapon, Dean reached down and grabbed her by the hair. Lifting her up a bit he slammed her face down into the ground hard.
“Hey now, that's no way to treat a lady!” Her words fell on deaf ears as Dean lifted her up again by her hair and slammed her face into the ground once more.
“Trust me, you are no lady.” Dean let go of her hair and got up to go get his weapon back before he felt a hand around his ankle. Before he could even react, Dean was thrown into a wall and sent crashing to the ground. It was unexpected and had knocked the wind out of his lungs, making him take a few moments to recuperate. Before he could get up though, Dean felt a weight on top of him as Mary Lou straddled him, first blade in hand. She looked down at him a triumphant smile on her face as she brandished his own weapon to use again him. Dean knew that normally the blade was useless without the mark of Cain, but in this universe it seemed that all the rules were tossed out the window. She very well might be able to kill him with it.
“Dean, Dean, Dean. You Winchesters will never learn, will you? You have evaded death for the final time.” She leaned in close so Dean could feel her breath on his ear as she spoke. “Trust me, this is for the best.”
Sitting back up the reaper raised her hands above her head and griping the hilt in both hands brought it down intending to pierce Dean’s corrupted heart. Luckily for Dean he was able to deflect it away from being a killing blow; unluckily it tore right into his left shoulder. That was twice now he had been stabbed in his shoulder since he had got here. Dean clenched his teeth and did his best not to scream.
So that was what it felt like to be stabbed with that thing.
It had felt as if his skin had been pierced by the fires of hell itself, he would have to fight through this pain. Mary Lou yanked the blade out of his shoulder Dean grabbed onto his arms with his own to try and shake the weapon free from her grasp.
Sadly with his shoulder in its current state it was clear to Dean that this was not a struggle he could possibly win the conventional way, so he decided to cheat. Pulling her in as they fought for the blade Dean leaned up and then did something that the angel of death was probably not expecting, he bit her arm. His teeth sunk into her forearm till the drew blood, the shock on her face apparent as he did so.
“YOU BIT ME! WHY WO....” the reaper never got to finish her little complaint before Dean managed to use the distraction to shake the blade from her hand and send it across the room again. He also tried to throw her off of him, but instead it ended up with the two of them rolling around the floor and bashing each other into whatever surfaces they came close to. Dean was wondering why no one was coming to check on the noises made, but based on how Dean had acted earlier they probably were all assuming he was just having a really good time in here.
They wrestled for position until Mary Lou once again asserted her dominance over Dean and had him pinned to the ground once again. She took hold of his shirt with her left hand and lifted him off the ground and then punched him hard square in the mouth.
“I was going to make this easy on you Dean, but I guess we will have to do this the old fashioned way” Dean looked up at her as she was speaking to him and was starting to say something smart before her first connected with his face again. He started to laugh at this, more at the fact he was getting beat up by a pretty girl more than anything else. This, of course, only pissed off the reaper even more, I mean who would dare laugh in the face of Death? Well, other than a Winchester of course. Dean felt her fist connect with his face again and again, feeling a sort of detachment from his body as each blow landed.
He had finally bit off more than he could chew and it was honestly pissing him off. Sadly he could not 'smoke out' of his body as normal demons tended to do, probably the side effect of being a human soul corrupted within its own vessel, or it would seem. He was running out of options here. Dean was about to just accept his fate when he felt something boiling under the surface, under all the rage. It was a mix of desperation and a last ditch attempt to not die. He might not be able to smoke out but maybe he could do something. He had all this demonic energy in him so why could he not use it?
Dean started to laugh again, spitting up blood into Mary Lou's face as he did. He continued to laugh as it grew deeper, his voice altering again to something less than human. There was a brief pause in the reapers attack as she started to scream at Dean.
“WHY WON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP AND DIE!” She brought her fist up high in the air intending to bring it down into Deans face in one final, finishing blow. As he watched her do this all that rage and desperation inside of Dean came to a boil and started to spew out of his mouth in the form of a sulphuric smelling smoke cloud. It wasn't like he was leaving his own body, more like he had invested a small portion of his own energy into the cloud that was now swirling around the angel, assaulting her senses and temporarily blinding her. He wasn't sure how long it would last but the Winchester was going to take full advantage of it.
Reaching up he gripped both her shoulders and pulled her down, smashing her face into his own forehead in a ferocious headbutt that caused her to lose her balance so he could toss her aside. Scrambling to his feet Dean made a mad dash to get a grip on the hilt of his weapon. He felt that warm, familiar sensation as his rage sprang back to the foreground and he turned to face his opponent, only to find that she was no longer there. Had she did that angel vanishing trick or had she simply ran after his little cheap shot had worn off?
There was no time to stand around and think about it so Dean grabbed his jacket with his left arm, causing him to wince, and ran out of the room and back towards the main part of the bar. He ran into the room with wild eyes as he stood there looking for his target. To everyone there he looked rather bruised and bloodied, as if he had just went three rounds with a rather unforgiving bear. His eyes finally locked onto the bartender.
“Where is she?! WHERE DID SHE GO?!” The bartender let his hand drop close to his holstered gun as he considered Deans words.
“Son, now calm down and just tell us what th' hell happened to you? You and Mary went out back and now you came racing out all bloodied to hell an' back ranting like a mad man!” Dean looked at the bartender and then made his way closer, tossing his jacket on the bar before slamming the first blade down next to it. He saw the bartender eye his blade and Dean decided to keep his hand away from it before someone did something rash.
“That chick, that Mary Lou was a freaking reaper! That bitch tried to kill me!” Dean saw the confusion on the man's face so he decided to explain it further. “A Reaper, one of Gods' Angels of Death? Come to collect weary souls? Unfortunately this one went rogue and is killing random people for kicks!”
Standing there as he explained this he saw that someone sitting next to him at the bar had just had a drink put down in front of him, so Dean took it and drank it before slamming the glass down on the bar.
“There is already one body back there and if I hadn't gotten in the way there would be a hell of a lot more.” Dean looked down at the glass and saw that there was something in it other then the dregs of the shot he just drank. It was blood, his own blood. Reaching up he wiped at his mouth and chin only to see his hand covered in blood as he took it away. “I am going to kill her....”
As he started to calm down a bit Dean finally noticed that the bar had filled up a bit more since he had disappeared into the back room. He snarled at those who were now staring at him and his eyes flashed black as he considered what he should do. He was in no position to fight but that doesn't mean he wouldn't if it came down to that. Instead he just decided to be his usual brazen self.
“What the hell are you looking at?” A sharp stabbing pain as he spoke reminded Dean that his shoulder was currently killing him, though not literally. It was probably still bleeding a lot too but he wasn't going to show weakness in front of a bunch of strangers. Plus he was pretty sure it was going to heal eventually so why let it bother him now.
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