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[ a little while ago dean brutally murdered one demon king of hell, crowley, and hurt john blake in the process. before that, he murdered both his best friend and brother, and attacked a whole bunch of people once near and dear to him. today, thankfully, finds him doing something entirely different as dean addresses the network with a lazy smile on his face.

he’s looking way too pleased with himself, beer in hand and leaning against a familiar looking car... ]

This place is kinda morbid, right? Murders and fights and scheming going on left and right— leaves your head spinning even on a good day. So I figure I should try to shake things up a little, and offer something… uh, nicer to the public.

The female public, anyway. Here I’ve attached a collection of potential good times, so if you see your name and wanna have fun — which means get laid, for the less savvy people — then lem’me know. No strings attached, no flowers and chocolates bullshit. I’m easy like that.

[ he is a gift from god. and he promises no one will get murdered. unless they try something stupid. ]

do list:

Cami - put that mouth to better use than talking
Jo - everyone knows she still wants it
Elphie - someone needs to check if shes green all over
Evie - time for second or third or whatever base
Pepper - gotta be a reason for the name
Darcy - wants the lightsaber
Emma - can’t remember shit she’s said but is super hot
Bela - hot face, bad attitude whats not to dig
Not-Jess - set her on fire for a night
Charlie - no time to convert
Lilith - make her be useful for once
Meg - desperate times plan b
Snow - needs a little melting
Cordelia - whips and chains
Natasha - wear the costume thanks
Lydia - too young
Lily - stranger danger but does the carpet match the drapes
That one blonde from the new years party with the accent
Maxine - lets mix chemicals

pity fucks:
cas - yeah right

[ he never did say he hadn’t put down a few notes along with the names. ]

Now if you’re worried ‘cause your pretty little name ain’t on the list, fret not. If you’re easy enough on the eyes and old enough to know what fun is, get in contact.

[ s m i l e! and dean cuts the feed. ]


( ooc: note that some threads in this post might include heavy violence and/or dub-con/non-con type elements! read at your own risk. )

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Mhmm...

[ but any interest in telling her of a dumb, old mark fade at the sound of her pulse, beating so rapidly right around where his mouth hovers. it'd be so easy to lean in and taste her skin, to finally get a bit more of what he's wanted since god only knows when, especially as she makes no effort to push him away either.

in a twisted, sick way it could almost be invitation.

sometime later, when all of this is over, dean will scream at himself in disgust for all of this, for ever stepping into her room uninvited, for thinking he had any right to her. but for now the pieces of desire and the power of being a demon make little of everything else, put him in charge of his own destiny--

and it's telling him to take what he wants for himself. ]

That's the one.

[ yet he doesn't.

instead, he lets an arm snake somewhere lower, around her side to the small of her back, just in case she has any ideas about squirming off and away from him. all the while his other hand slides somewhere closer to one of her knees. as much as he'd like to touch her all over, this will do for now. ]

[nascensibility]

[The part that galls her is that it was all preventable.

She should have set more traps, should have placed more wards, should have assumed the worst, should have, should have, should have. Should have known and planned and prepared. Had she taken more precautions than those recommended by Crowley and Sam this all could have been avoided, she would be safe asleep, not quietly shivering in her nightie while Dean breathes and takes and tastes, sampling her like some kind of buffet chaud.

Evelyn inhales sharply as his arm curls around her waist, his hand slides down her thigh to her knee and hitches it closer. What scares her is not the threat of physical violence, what scares her is being paralysed by his touch because she has but two lives remaining. What would it be to risk another when she's lost one so recently? Whom would it serve to jerk out of his grasp and scramble for her communicator several yards away?

The likelihood of him dragging her back kicking and screaming is so very high - he would silence her in seconds, thrashing and no closer to escaping unscathed.

Having told so many people that she was perfectly capable of handling herself Evelyn's stomach roils at the concern her friends had displayed about her well-being, the finger left at her door. Will and Sam were overprotective.

Perhaps they were right to be.]

I don't make a habit out of this, you know,

[she breathes shakily, as if trying to convince herself of the fact. Wanting warm sheets in a different way, with a different person.]

Lying down with strange men.

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[ dean stills somewhat at the words, breath caught as he smothers the urge to growl. ]

Am I really that strange?

[ they've known each other for a year now, with evie having known him before his reset, too. they're not strangers-- dean never wanted to be. even when she hated him. he leans away from her then, voice dipping into something much more dangerous, daring her to tell him how she really feels.

all with a slight tilt of his head, eyes hard. ]

Or are you just upset I didn't prance around behind your back with a cannibal doctor? I mean, I hear that's your type.

[ the type that lies, and lies, and lies-- the type that evie apparently still can't get over. but no, dean's the villain here, he's the one everyone fears, despite not having told a single lie. sad how it all works out, isn't it?

maybe he should see will graham, see what he has to say about all of this, and then bring his head to evie.

she can cuddle with that. ]

[nascensibility]

[She didn't mean it like that.

Evelyn isn't sure what she meant, but his stillness suggests that her word choice could have been better. She can hear the click of his jaw as it clenches, feel his fingertips tense against the small of her back and what she really feels is better relegated to conversation with someone she trusts intimately. Evelyn slides her arm under his lifted head - it was starting to cramp something awful.

Fixing him with a dispassionate look her fingers rake through Dean's hair, fisting a handful and holding it tightly. Baseless accusations aside her tone is calm, quiet, but in the silence of the room is as thunderous as a storm.]

Do not presume to know my type.

[They all lie, eventually. Even the honest ones. Small lies, white lies, or deceptions so riotous and earth-shattering she is left shaken and betrayed and lonelier than before. The standards she sets for herself are high and she knows it is unfair to expect others to live up to the same level of honesty, integrity. People will let Evelyn down, and her capacity for forgiveness has accepted that.

What she cannot forgive is slander, gripping his chin with her other hand and holding the ire firmly, but carefully.]

You, who lacks delicacy in all things and wants what he cannot have.

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[ there's something that writhes under his skin the moment she decides to not take his shit. true as his words might be, dean knows how much they must sting. so as those fingers grip into his hair -- which makes it a fraction harder to concentrate, thank you -- his eyes flash with something daring, for her to go further-- give him a reason to get even more handsy. she knows he's right, he knows it, and he won't pretend for her sake.

this slim fingers cradle his jaw, making dean want to bite her. ]

I can have anything I want now.

[ including her.

he can take what he wants, how he wants. he'd taken sam's life, he'd taken the people he'd wanted in every way that had pleased him, he's unstoppable and she thinks she can just grip him by the chin and tell him things about himself that aren't true? dean won't have it. ]

Especially the things I denied myself before.

[ before when he'd wasted time on everyone else except himself.

it's with the slightest snarl that he presses closer to her, mouth on hers in a kiss much like the one he'd forced on her int he hallway a month ago. it's more teeth than anything, demanding and arrogant in its own way-- pushy and harsh. a hand comes to mirror her own in a way, slipping to the lower jaw, and then even further down and back where he holds her by the back of her neck, though his grip remains oddly light. ]

[nascensibility]

[No one is coming.

Under different circumstances she would have been more confident about the charade, playing to Dean's desire with the knowledge that not far away people who could help had the ability to trap him. Here, with him coiled around her like a python planning on swallowing its prey Evelyn realises his literal translation leaves no room for other subtext. He can take, certainly, but it doesn't mean he'll get anything in return.

Dean wants an idea, which is all he ever really wanted from her. Reciprocation.

He is aggressive, all sharp teeth and heat pulling at her, his fingers twisting in her hair as he clutches the back of her neck. Terrified of the consequences of resisting but even more terrified of what might happen should her inaction be misconstrued as acquiescence, Evelyn tears out his fantasy by the bloody roots and pushes at him.

Face now freed of the vile assault she glares at Dean, hissing:]

No.

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[ it is exactly what he wants. reciprocation.

before, the thought of her seeing him as at least a decent person had been enough, an odd friendship between them that they'd somehow managed to form despite how rude he'd been to her. it had been good, fun, even if it had been born from the betrayal lead by one will graham. still, dean had found his role in all of it acceptable.

then he'd turned into a demon, and taking had become so much easier.

evie's reaction, that hissed out no with her shove effectively shatters that fantasy into a million little pieces. it all comes to a jarring halt, any wishes he might have from her, any-- ideas or thoughts about this whole scenario playing out.

there is no sense in forcing her, it would be a mockery of what he really wants. ]

It's just one mistake after another with you. [ the words are an accusation, snarled out as he's off the bed in seconds, back on his feet and all but pacing-- like he's trying to hold himself back from rounding on her. being free to do whatever he desires apparently doesn't mean he gets everything he wants-- and for some reason dean finds himself caring too much about that.

he should brush this off-- it should be nothing. yet instead it sparks anger in his gut. ]

[nascensibility]

[The relief of having him recuse himself from the bed is tremendous, blooming in her chest like the morning blue lotus and with it, her confidence swells. Dean paces and tension slices through his frame, an anger as red-hot as molten pig iron and twice as deadly.

Not unfamiliar with danger the hand that had previously inched toward the knife under her pillow remains where it is, and her interest lies not in that fact that she had been correct (of course she was, how could she not have been?), but in his realisation. It is pointless to take what he wants when what he wants is something he physically cannot take.

Evelyn begins to laugh.

Quietly at first, sharp huffs of air that gain traction with uncontrollable giggles and devolve into breathless laughter while she shakes her head and God, God but isn't it a sight to see entitlement so swiftly shot down, to see him falter at his own loophole? The threat of violence is high and should his anger dictate it he could easily kill her and be done with it. It would frighten her, were she actually afraid of death.

Around a pitying grin Evelyn's shoulders shake with mirth, amusement dragging his qualms into the bright light of her scrutiny.]

The only other mistake I could possibly make would be consenting to sex with you. [A whisper, conspiratorial and laced with venom:] I will never give you that satisfaction.

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[ the sound of her laughter makes him want to tear apart her head from her shoulders. it's flashes of white-hot anger, and in that moment he's realizing how effectively he's screwed up here-- how none of this is going as it should.

and clearly, so very clearly, she knows as much.

it's the first time anyone's made a fool of him since his return.

dean rounds on her, yet he doesn't reach out to touch, doesn't reach out to strike. all the poison he can muster is in words he throws at her, despite knowing how little any of it can do. ]

Careful, Evie, I hear you're nearing five deaths-- would hate to be the one to push you right off the edge. [ empty threats. empty threats that just bubble out of him out of frustration, out of anger. he doesn't know if killing her will resolve anything-- she'll only come back and truly ruin his chances for good.

now, if only death were more permanent. ]

[nascensibility]

[Empty threats loaded like shells into a shotgun, a spray of buckshot that is nothing, does nothing.

Had he wanted to hurt her he would have done so, had he wanted to kill her, she would already be dead. When her consent is all he desires it becomes a surprisingly sharp weapon in her hands - sharper than the blade near her fingertips, beneath the pillow, sharper than the ire pouring out of him like volcanic ash.]

You wouldn't, [she grins and her smile is the cat who got into the cream, recognising her advantage.] Not because you can't, but because you won't. You're not going to kill me.

[Pushing herself (and her luck) toward the edge of the bed, Evelyn dangles her legs over the side and crosses them at the ankles, watching him.]

You're smarter than that. [A beat.] Aren't you?

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[ is he smarter than that? on a good day sure, but not always.

luckily for her, and maybe himself later on, dean can feel that murderous edge become more and more useless in this scenario, where killing her will prove absolutely nothing. but with that in mind, remaining in her room is just as pointless, and it isn't long until he's turning away from her with a snarl. ]

Screw this. [ it's huffed under his breath, a vicious few words that only get accented with the fist he decides to put through her wall some seconds later. debris crumbles with his skin as he pulls it free, knuckles and skin intact though the wall has clearly seen better days now.

and despite the chaos, dean doesn't seem too intent on looking at her again, choosing to instead storm out with that just a few seconds later, leaving evelyn alone to her bed and newly damaged home. ]