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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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How much do you think it'll hurt Sam
when he finds bits and pieces of you all around his room?

[notready]

Like I'd ever let you find me.

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You cant hide from me.

[notready]

Sure I can. [ Just watch her. ]

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[ dean doesn't reply.

it's about forty minutes after their conversation that he decides to pick it up again, though this time at a much more personal level. in fact, as she changing floors in the mansion, caught in the staircase -- hadn't anyone told you it's dangerous to be out? -- he strikes; one fluid, deadly silent greeting in the form of him slamming her right up against the wall and pinning her with his weight, one forearm pressed across her collar and neck, while his other hand grips and holds back her head by her jaw.

dean's voice is a growled hiss, words breathed on her face. ]

Found you.

[notready]

[ Someone had told her, but it's not like she could help moving down to the lower rooms. Hers was safe, at least, and she hadn't done the things Sam had shown her enough to actually remember them. There's a sharp sound, almost a squeak, when he surprises her, and the fact he's suddenly so close and breathing on her... Charlie squirms a little, just enough to ease the throb that's working up her back from being shoved into the wall. ]

Bastard. [ She spits the word, the fear she feels hardly present in the way she looks at him. ] Let go of me.

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[ dean tilts his head just a fraction to the side at the request, smile growing into something a whole lot more amused. she's cute like this, angry and feisty-- and afraid. they both know how badly all of this can end. ]

Why? You were basically begging me to come find you.

[ he eases up on the grip at her jaw, slides his hand down the side of her arm to hers, and cradles long, slim fingers with a steady, strong hand. they'll snap like twigs with the right amount of pressure. ]

I had a promise to keep, remember?

[ or rather, a threat to see through. ]

[notready]

[ She doesn't like the way it feels, how it's almost a caress and not at the same time, and if she'd have thought it would help her get away, she'd have spit in his face. Or kneed him in the crotch. Instead, she just grimaces and deals with it, jaw tight as she looks at him. Charlie hates that someone she'd liked, had actually told things to and learned to trust had become like this. Some part of her can't really blame him, knowing what she knows, but the illogical part just can't stand it. ]

How was that beggin'? No doesn't mean yes. [ She pulls a little, trying to free her hand. ] I'm still not afraid of you.

[ So do what you're gonna do, and leave her alone. ]

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[ it's all big talk of i'm not afraid of you and you won't find me right up until he does and they are. dean could roll around in that feeling forever, wants to enjoy the purr of the mark on his arm as it rumbles with pleasure.

and speaking of--

she tries to wiggle her hand free which only prompts dean to slide his grip to just one digit -- her pinkie -- and crack. it twists to an awful angle, broken in seconds. ]

What was that?

[ one finger down, nine to go. ]

[notready]

[ Even bracing for it does nothing for the pain that shoots through her hand and up her arm. It's sharp, the flare of it hot and causing her to cry out for one single instant before she's biting at her tongue to keep herself quiet. The tears are automatic, burning at her eyes, but it doesn't stop her from glaring at him through it all. Or from struggling against him once she's sure her knees aren't going to give out. ]

Go to hell. [ A sucked in breath, and she tries to kick him. ]

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Been there, done that. [ it's the very first place that had tried to turn him into this-- and maybe in some ways, it had succeeded, too. dean had, after all, given into those darker urges to get off the rack, all of which has come forth now that he has nothing left to care about.

her struggling is in vain, just as her kicks. ]

Careful, gonna hurt yourself-- [ with her pinkie broken, dean shifts over two fingers, and within seconds both are snapped as well.

three down, seven to go. what a nice bonding experience this is. ]

[notready]

[ She screams this time.

It's choked, her face flushing with the pain, and she can feel her body wanting to curl in on itself to keep from experiencing more of it. But she's not going to get away by hiding. He'll just keep doing this until he's gotten all of her fingers, and Charlie knows he won't stop there either. Something about all of this is so wrong, and through that agony, she feels the anger kick in. ]

Screw you. [ The words are quiet, breathing labored. She's dealt with having a kid in the middle of an all-out war, but this? This is totally different. And he might be stronger than her, but that's never stopped her from trying to fight back either. ] Get-- let go!

[ She tries to knee him, still struggling to push him away. ]

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So mouthy. It's hot.

[ he purrs the words near the side of her face, breathes her in even as she struggles again. it's only when she knees him that dean sighs...

... and finally, he does back off, about half a step, but before she can really go running off anywhere, that dangerous glint flashes in his eyes -- near black -- as he strikes. it's a quick blow, right across her face. and while normally it might hurt, sting, this time it's the way he means for it to unbalance the weight of her body just a little too much to the side that'll really cause damage.

have fun falling down the stairs, charlie. ]

[notready]

[ The words she can deal with. How close he is to probably kissing her-- it's not the worst thing he's done to her, but she jerks back nonetheless, and when he gives her that blinding moment of freedom, it's almost too good to be true, taking that half a step he moves. But the look in his eyes —

There's a quiet yelp when he hits her, the pain momentarily overpowering the throb of her fingers, and Charlie scrambles to grab something to keep her from tripping and falling down the stairs. There's nothing, and she's grateful that Dean hadn't caught her at the very top. It's about a third of the staircase she falls down, rolling and cracking the back of her head against the last step. Her vision blurs, good hand lifting like she's trying to reach for him, and there's a name on the tip of her tongue that never leaves her mouth.

She passes out. ]