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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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[ 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. ]