Then and now, a tale of two hunters.

[Gildarts]

“Ah, I thought as much.” she nodded, agreeing to herself in response to Dean’s dropped jaw. Then, Mary Lou turned to the red-skinned alien, waved and winked, “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I’m the reaper you’ve been hunting. Though most mortals call me Mary Lou.”

Thaal’s face hardened, slowly he sized up the woman -a reaper- and a very dangerous creature from Dean’s home world. The badge gleamed on his chest, and stood as a symbol for what he represented, meanwhile Mary Lou’s own symbol -death- was flaunted with the wave of her hand.

“Very well,” she dismissed his pause with a charming swoop of her head that followed with the gentle cascade of curls over her shoulder, “Not like it’ll matter anyway.”

“Sinestro,” Something glinted in his eye, hinting at a subtle purpose of a deputy’s name, “Thaal Sinestro.”

“Aw shucks. The pleasure is mine, Deputy.” Her eyelashes narrowed on Dean now, her steadfast gaze remained composed, in contrast to the steamy demon. “What’s wrong, is your blood boiling? Oh, I see, you wanted me to get trapped in your little circle. Well, circles painted in chalk mean NOTHING here. In case you haven’t noticed, heaven and hell are distant memories. And your little family? Oh, they’re dead. Sorry to say. They won’t be joining this party. Though, I wonder if there’s a chance you’ll get sent back home if you get banished.”

Mary Lou procured a swirling black ball of darkness. Meanwhile, Thaal raised his aim. “Wait your turn, Deputy.” Her eyes didn’t bother to slide over to the alien as a force impacted against the alien, and threw him to the ground. The same impact had separated his hand from the gun, a lever-action rifle, which was flung aside and into the dust. A cloud around their movement was forming, mainly because Mary Lou insisted on using her overly powerful and unearthly powers.

Dean, furious over his failure and their current turn of events -for the worse- drew his First blade from its sheath. The jawbone caught her eye, “You honestly think that thing will kill me here? Please, if anything, I’ll be the one to kill you with your own weapon, just for kicks.”

“You bitch!” Dean seethed through his teeth as his lips crinkled into a sneering growl. He resembled a dog -or rather a cute puppy who had its favorite ball taken away- it was adorable. It was just too bad, he had to be put down.

“Funny, and he calls me the bitch.” She referred to the resemblance of his face, before pinning him with the invisible force and talking a few careful steps near him. “Dean Winchester, crossed over to the dark side. Famous hunter became exactly what he hated most. It’s just too bad the Deanmon didn’t have the time to stay.”

Mary Lou took her time, clearly holding the upper hand of the situation, as she placed her palm against Dean’s cheek once more and began to suck the life from his as his knees collapsed beneath him.