Mortals beware

Oh don’t be so touchy. -presses himself closer to Belial and steals another quick kiss before patting his cheek- Mhm, or at least you wish I did.

-scratches Hermes' back harder- So I can't touch you now? -smirks and raises an eyebrow- No, you do. I know you do.

-reaches out and places a hand on Lev's cheek- Just you not always making me have to push you. That'd be a start. Or do you want me to push you? Do you like it when I force you to submit, Lev? -smirks slightly and runs his thumb over hos brother's lips-

-gives Belial’s bottom lip a playful bite before he pulls back after kissing his chin too- Maybe you shouldn’t but you do. -snickers in a smug voice- And why can’t I do both?

-lets out a soft, playful growl- You can o both but it could be rather painful for you. -lets his fingers wander under Hermes' shirt and softly scratches over his back- Even though sometimes you might like that.

*moves a little closer, staring to at Lev* Yes I am. Which is why I think I deserve at least a little respect. Don't you think?

Really? Is that a way to treat your brother? *raises an eyebrow* I thought you might have missed me. Because that would at least give me a reason not to hurt you.

-offers him a smile before he leans up to give Belial a soft kiss- Yeah and I also know the expression “better late than never” has been around for ages. 

*closes his eyes and hums softly into the kiss* Are you trying to insult or compliment me? Not sure but also not sure if I should care.

crownprincebelial said:                                                                                                                             You lazy shit.

What I want? What I always want, little brother.

-grins at Belial and then squints a bit- I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside before. You’re very pretty.

*raises an eyebrow* So you just realize that now? Kinda late, don't you think?

Are you sure that’s not because your sense of humor is terrible?

Mine? Oh please.

     ”Uh huh.” Dean grunted as he picked up his burger again and took another bite. He at least shifted the food to one side of his mouth to chew before speaking again. “Listen buddy, I don’t make a habit of taking advice from people I don’t know or trust. Maybe I’ll hear you out, and maybe I’ll keep it in mind. But how do I know you’re not leading me in to a trap like every other belly to the ground piece of supernatural trash has in the past. You won’t even tell me what you are. Don’t seem like someone I should trust honestly.”

Again he smirked, an eyebrow arching as he drank more coffee, only speaking again when he set it down. "Even when you know what I am you won't trust me. A human shouldn't, after all. Now, quick fire your questions before serious mode gets turned off and I make fun of you again."

-smiles ever so sweetly- Ah, but I am.

*smiles slightly and leans in closer* Ah but you aren't. Still, if it'd please you I could say that you are.

     ”Alright so you’re not something with an easy identifier.” He said with narrowed eyes and he screwed the cap back on the flask and put it back in his pocket. “What are you then? Familiar? Witch? Ghoul? Because you ain’t human, and you’re not a hunter.”

"Not human, not a hunter. Trust me when I say you don't want to know the details." Maybe Dean would like the details and then figure out how to kill him. Cute little Winchester. "I came here to talk. To offer you some free advise that could save you your cute ass in the near future."

     ”Yeah, right.” He replied back with a scowl. “Like Lucifer, your Father, just wanted to talk? Or how about your demon bitch of a sister Lilith?” Dean didn’t know how wrong he was with his assumptions, but really, what else could this ‘man’ be? “All you demons are the same.” He spat out, pausing and waiting for the waitress to leave the coffee before continuing. “Let me guess, Abaddon sent you?”

Belial let out a quiet snicker, rolling his eyes. "Right. As if Lucy boy could make someone as awesome as me. And I agree, Lillith is a bitch. So is Abaddon, if we're on the matter." With a grin he took his coffee, drinking some of it before setting out down with a pleased expression. "I'm not a black eyed bitch, Dean. And before you ask, not an angel asshole either. So you can drop whatever's on your mind. Go ahead, splash me with your silly holy water if you have to. Don't care. Just not in my face, I happen to hate getting water in my eyes." If he was honest, Dean was adorable. Such a feisty little thing, taking on even Death of he had to. Belial had to admire that. Somehow.

     ”Somethin’ I can help ya with buddy?” Dean asked around a mouthful of bacon cheese burger. Yes he had manners, but he hardly ever used them.

Belial slid into the seat across from Dean, arching an eyebrow at him. "I think it's time we sat down and have a talk, oh you great hero of our time." His lips twisted into a smile that could be defined as threatening. Yet that dropped as soon as the waitress came over, asking him if he wanted anything. "Coffee, if you will, darling", he purred out with a smile, watching her leave before turning his attention back to Dean. "You fucked with pretty much everyone I know, including my father. Oh, please. Stay. I just want to talk. Promise."

Are you sure that’s not because no one ever taught you to read, darling?

Ha. Ha. *rolls his eyes* You think you're funny but you really aren't.

"It means that you started to say something, paused then stopped. Which is bound to make me curious. And you barely say ten words to me so don’t. Just don’t go there darling."

Really, why? Do I need to finish everything I start to say? Don't see that rule in any of the almighty books flying around.

Exactly! 

Okay, what's that supposed to mean? You need to talk to me, I'm not a fuking mind reader.