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It’s been a long break, I know, but I do miss writing Dean. I’ll be writing him occasionally here and there for personal pleasure -- and keeping him as canon-based as possible. My own AU’s will be specified verses -- and I have a few ideas for some involving the ‘ending’ of the show and Dean’s fate. 

SHIT I MAKE > MORGEAN 

blackened eyes roll. if he was that set upon killing him, she knew there was little she could do to stop him. it wasn’t that big of a deal, not that he needed to know that. their transaction was one of many she’d collected of late. though frowned upon, him dying wasn’t of much consequence. still. ‘ with power comes freedom. better yet, with power comes power. in my human life, i’d been a queen. mark my words, dean. one day i’m going to sit on hell’s throne as well. not even you can stop me. ’ 

“So, my reputation precedes me, does it?”

The vampire smirked somewhat, not allowing the stranger for a moment to think he had any sort of advantage over her here- the only element of surprise would be how quickly her fangs were in his throat if he got cocky.

Still, he didn’t smell mortal- not a vampire, but this was clearly a man of power. Faith got a better look at him and liked what she saw- liked it well enough. Couldn’t get a clear read on him at the moment. She preferred to continue showing her true face, the demonic visage catching shadows in the old southern mansion despite the moonlight in the eaves.

“Hell couldn’t handle me, and neither could you,” she replied with ease, giving him distance as he traipsed into the next room. Faith lingered in the doorway, watching as a surprisingly well-stocked bar was broken into. Technically that was hers now, but she got the sense this man didn’t care.

She hissed somewhat jealously at the drink. “That’s me. How’s it look like it’s working? Strength of a Slayer, powers of a vampire- I’m untouchable. But where are your manners- just who the hell are you, that you think you’re taking me anywhere?”

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The former Slayer’s otherwise monstrous visage does anything but inspire terror in the stranger, instead he feels incredibly at ease in her presence. Gaze cool and unwavering he grabs another glass setting it down on the bar and pours a second double, “I imagine you’ve already thought about ripping my throat out with those pretty little teeth of yours…” Voice smooth and unwavering he’s amused by it, moving the glass over towards her with a finger, “Believe me, the feeling is mutual.” 

While he may appear as the picture of innocence there’s something sadistic and predatory lingering underneath. Just like Mayor Wilkins once did, he possesses a confidence that suggests he’s hard to kill. Dean sips from his glass, eyes glued to the vampire in his presence, “Untouchable, hm?” He’s tempted to test that theory. Maybe later. When he was human he’d heard many demons preach that tune and still he’d found a way to kill them. What he needed was a challenge and something to play with.

“I’m telling you, I saw--” 

Dean realises how crazy he sounds and normally Sam is the voice of reason between the two of them. Could a toaster possibly be interfered with by the spirit realm? God, I hope I’m not losing it. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s all in his head after all.

‘ why stick it to the man when you can become the man? climb your way to the top so that it’s you who calls the shots. ’ the brunette sneered, bringing the champagne fluke to her lips. ‘ even when i was as young as you were, i was never so impetuous. though i suppose it’s hardly your fault. all that power coursing through your veins, no doubt you think yourself invincible. and so you can do what you want whenever you want. not all of us have the same luxury afforded to us, you know. ’  

no one has ever loved you. i know you're a good person. even if most of the time it doesn't feel like it. im sorry growing up happened under less than ideal circumstances. but people love you now, i promise. sometimes it's hard to remember that just because you've felt unloved before, it doesn't mean you're unloved now. I love you :-)

      HOW COULD HE read her so well? normally, she was the one reading people not the other way around.  ❝ it’s... not something i know. it’s more of a FEELING. call it intuition but... i don’t feel like i’m... ❞ she wanted to say it. she wanted to tell him so BADLY about those feelings, but she was scared of what he would do.

     scared he would dismiss her. or worse --- leave. look at her like one of the things they so viciously hunt.

In the time Dean had gotten to know Rosalie he noticed that whenever something was amiss with her it was usually reflected in the world around her; the clouds above dark and heavy with unshed tears. Today was no exception.

“ Like you... What? “