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   ❝ ---- shit. ❞  

 vi was at a loss for any other, more eloquent words, nearly choking on her drink as the familiar figure stepped into view. she hadn’t seen him in years, and he’d hardly changed in appearance. he stood out among the rest of the men who stood among the bar, she turned away the moment she saw him. please don’t come over here, she prayed. it’s not like she didn’t want to see him, she did, but she was in the middle of a case. a whole nest had to be dealt with, and she was strict about no distractions. the only reason she was here was because she suspected the bartender of being a fang. she had to wait to get her alone though... vi pretended to sip her drink, still trying to hide her face.

               “Well, look what the cat dragged in-- I was beginning to think you had backed out of our deal, Dean, and I was free to treat the masses in whatever way I saw fit.” Ishtar mused, a coy smirk playing on her lips.

“Do you think there is something we should do to send him back to his time? Perhaps if you tell him the truth about Lucifer.”-The former angel looked up at him, fingers playing with the bottle before he reached out for Dean’s jacket, trying to pull him closer to get his attention.-“Are you even listening to me?”

WHAT IS THIS

deen vc: you wanna fight?

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The walls were closing in, faster than the former angel could pull himself out. He must’ve miscalculated something..no, NO, he’d never make that mistake. The room was spinning- maybe a hit of the blunt in his fingers would take the edge off...he felt himself stumble into the table in his cabin. Coughing as he took a long drag before he dropped it from his shaking hands. Catching himself on the edge of the table, only gracefully enough to ease his fall to the floor.

His skin felt so hot- he couldn’t breathe. Inhale. Exhale. He had to force himself to do that much. Rolling on to his back, he ran his unsteady fingers through his ebony hair, drenched in sweat. “Fuck.” The nausea. Groaning impatiently, he began to start ripping his shirt off over his head. Balling it up into a makeshift pillow.

“Commander!” He screamed out, as the tears began to fall. The hunter would never hear him from outside, but it was worth a shot. “Dean, please?!” His cries, pathetic...he knew. But it didn’t stop him from trying. Here came the shaking. It was uncontrollable. His entire body shivering, yet covered in heated sweat.

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