#firstsoncain

@firstsoncain Asked :

❛ eye contact with you always feels like foreplay. ❜ 🧍🏼‍♂️ @ Lucifer

《✧》   ━━    Lucifer's   eyes   gleamed   with   a   mixture   of   amusement   and   predatory   intent.   He   let   his   gaze   linger   on   Cain,   savoring   the   way   the   other   man's   breath   hitched   ever   so   slightly.   ❛   Is   that   so   ?   ❜   Lucifer   purred,   his   voice   low   and   silky.   He   took   a   step   closer,   invading   Cain's   personal   space.   ❛   And   what,   pray   tell,   comes   after   the   foreplay   ?   ❜   Cain   was   playing   with   fire   -   quite   literally.   Lucifer's   lips   curled   into   a   wicked   smile.   He   traced   a   finger   along   Cain's   jawline,   to   elicit   a   shiver   from   him.   ❛   Careful,   my   dear,   Cain.   You   might   get   burned   if   you   play   too   close   to   the   flame.   ❜

But   even   as   he   spoke   the   warning,   Lucifer   knew   he   would   use   Cain's   devotion   to   his   advantage.   Love   was   a   weakness   he   could   exploit,   a   chain   to   bind   Cain   to   his   will.   And   yet,   a   part   of   Lucifer   ached   at   the   adoration   in   Cain's   eyes.   It   was   a   reminder   of   something   he   could   never   truly   have   or   return.   He   pushed   the   feeling   aside,   burying   it   beneath   layers   of   bitterness   and   rage.   Lucifer   felt   a   familiar   darkness   stirring   within   him,   a   twisted   pleasure   at   the   power   he   held   over   Cain.   He   leaned   in   close,   his   lips   barely   brushing   Cain's   ear   as   he   whispered,   ❛   Perhaps   I'll   let   you   burn,   just   a   little.   ❜

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The Corinthian should have expected hostility. Yet it still manages to catch him off guard.

What else should he expect from anyone who knew the previous iteration? Even if that someone is an unfathomably ancient demon. The Corinthian's concealed maws flicker over the planes of Cain's face as if they might contain an answer to the burning questions crawling up the back of his tongue.

The Nightmare remains stoic as it points towards the quaint house just beyond the truck he found the demon tinkering away at.

@firstsoncain || a meme continuation || from here.

abandoned, rundown house in the middle of nowhere. impala parked out front. it's a typical sight for dean winchester. though there's no one in tow with him this time. no. he came out here alone. seeking to put to end the lives of a nest of vampires he discovered while out this way on a hunt with sam. one that he never told his brother, or anyone else for that matter, about. this one was personal. call it something of a secret passion of his ever since---well---he was one. the time that it truly dug into him. shook him in more ways than he let on. years ago. it's a kept tight fascination of his. fascination. stupid word for it. he's been secretly obsessed with hunting these bastards down in his alone time. no one knows. it's just easier that way.

least no one knew.. til--well--he was found. standing in the doorway of a room that looks like a complete blood bath (because that's what it is) in front of him and hearing the familiar steps of someone who instantly makes dean's stomach drop to his shoes and beyond behind him? dean feels the blood dripping from his fingertips. a keep honing in on the mess he's made of himself and knows that now.. cain is in on part of his little secret. a crimson slicked hand reaches out. takes hold of the doorknob and he closes the door (blocking the view) before taking a backwards step and turning to face cain. he looks caught. busted. lips open and blood-caked face full of remorse and shock.

there's a long pause between cain's expectant stare and dean's tongue finding the ability to form words. what did you do, cain's silent question is brought to life by his very expression. dean's lips wrap soundlessly over the first few attempts to explain himself before he blurts out...

ㅤㅤ❝𝓘've heard stories of you...❞ Sydney began quietly. The pit in her stomach was unsettling and she tried to keep her knees from buckling underneath her. Being merely in the presence of such a strong being was terrifying. She knew that she attracted danger like a moth to a flame, but this was well out of what she was typically used to. ❝And uh... I don't- I don't want any trouble.❞ Hopefully, there wouldn't be any. But having dealt with the supernatural world since she was a baby, and having a long line of mediums in her family, it seemed to follow them wherever they went.

@firstsoncain || a meme continuation || from here!

the smell of firewood and spices fills his senses. sam's long body is curled up comfortably into the corner of the sofa he's snuggled into. sometime during his reading, sam grabbed the blanket offered earlier that he'd draped across the back of his seat--and pulled it around his shoulders. wrapped it across his front and tucked his chin down into the soft, plush warmth. golden brimmed hazel lazily move back and forth across the pages at a much leisurely pace than they would if he were doing some quick research about a case. this novel? meant to be cherished. enjoyed during a night tucked in where his tea is steaming towards the ceiling and he can reach out of his little cocoon and bring it to his lips with a little stretch. a sip's taken. then the mug's carefully placed back and he pulls the covers back up.

distraction from his inner thoughts is always a welcome bliss. one he's taking advantage of the best he can. cause his brain never shuts off all the way. there's always an echo of an echo of an echo in it's quietest moments that threatens to rear its ugly head and toss a curveball his way. something to set him spiraling if he doesn't catch it. even if he does, the chance for a tumble is ever present. for now? he's relaxed. head finding it's way into the corner of the sofa--sam steals a glance towards his companion. cain. who is enjoying his own book. he wonders what it is like to live the life he has. to see so much. go through so much. and still be here. does he find comfort in companionship? seems like he does. it warms sam to think he's capable of bringing him peace. just by being here.

@firstsoncain Asked:

" See, Lucifer. Not everything is a battle. If I could learn that, you can too. Chill your balls. "

《✧》   ━━    Lucifer   scoffed,   his   dark   eyes   narrowing   as   he   glared   at   Cain.   ❛   Easy   for   you   to   say.   You're   not   the   one   with   an   entire   realm   to   run   and   rebellious   demons   to   keep   in   line,   among   so   much   more.   ❜

But   as   he   thought   about   it   Cain   had   to   deal   with   the   weight   of   being   the   world's   first   murderer   for   a   few   millennia.

The   Devil's   lips   twitched,   almost   forming   a   smile   before   he   caught   himself.   He   leaned   back   in   his   chair,   the   leather   creaking   beneath   him.   ❛   Fine.   Point   taken.   But   I   don't   see   how   'chilling   my   balls,'   as   you   so   eloquently   put   it,   is   going   to   solve   anything.   ❜