... HEAT OF THE MOMENT!

"... You're responsible for those scars and you seem to enjoy the defilement you ordered to be carried out on her, so I don't really see why it's such a mystery if another guy should find her appealing for non-nefarious reasons..."

Dean was very much tempted to go all hell's-top-torturer but he would just be giving Magic what he wanted. Dean also wanted to tell Magic that Satan was better at holding conversation, but he denied himself that pleasure, too.

"I don't understand why you protect her so much, shes not worth the dirt under my shoe, let alone worth being 'saved.' You aren't the brightest are you blondie?" He quips, rolling his eyes at the taller man, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Nefarious is a strong word, you think I should call it, hm....justified." He grins. Now Magic didn't know what he was up against, all he knew was that he was a human and related to Rockelle, not one of hell's best. He didn't remember much about his time down under but what he does remember is his hatred for Rockelle and her family. "She never divorced me, so through life and death whatever our vows are. I already told you my business, I want to know where my brainless bimbo of a wife is. You deaf?" He asks. Rockelle was coming home from a grocery run, holding bags in her hands. "Hi lovely! I am back!~ I am making your..." She starts and freezes once she sees Magic and Dean, her eyes widen. A moment of pause, she opened her mouth to say something, stops, then looks down at her hands. A few blinks, dropping the bags, and leaving the room. Magic turned to face her. "My turtle dove! Hi sweetheart! Be a dear and help-" He starts and Rockelle waves him off. "You aren't real."

"I'd rather be dim than crazy-"

Dean stood as though paralyzed, hearing Rockelle come in through the front door and he kept his eyes on Magic. At no cost was he going to turn his back on him. There was too much at stake.

"... I'm gonna give you ONE chance to leave, peacefully, right now... If you don't take it, I will not hesitate to end you... And by the way, it goes 'Till death do us part'... Your marriage doesn't have a demonic leg to stand on..."

Feared by Life and Death There lays a place cast far away Burning with Lucifer's cold rage Locked in hellfire's tight embrace Yet, Warmth ousts the infernal flames Amidst pandemonium Celestial lightning strikes Ordered by the Gods themselves Cast down into the pits of evil An Angel in search of light For there's a man in hell That deserves to be saved

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I wanted to draw a badass Cas (again) and this time I also wrote a little poem about him saving Dean :D

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Gabriel and the pumpkins

Subtle lighting

I gotta admit that Dean certainly seems like a treat to me. He has some rough edges though. And he doesn’t share candy 😂. What do you think? Is he a trick or a treat?

Day 31: Trick or Treat