#iamnothellsbitch

[text] The lights flicker, your eyes won’t shift from black, and you’re sweating like Hell.

Finding whiskey these days was like finding treasure. Even the cheap stuff. Dean did his best to share it with everyone, they all deserved a drink. But he always kept a few bottles for himself, one of those he broke out before Lucifer even showed up.

He wasn’t sure how things got from point A to point B but they almost always did. The hunter shuddered when the hand gripped tightly into his hair. His head slammed back into the wall, hearing it creak.

“If I’m so annoying why do you keep on coming back for more?” 

“Interesting question--” One, he admitted he had no answer for. The eldest Winchester was insufferable at times, most of the time. he lacked respect and he kept killing his “children”. For whom he didn’t care for, but still hurt his pride when they were overpowered by a bunch of humans with toys.

He pressed his nose against the other’s cheek and grinned. “Mainly boredom.” It’s a half hearted lie. There are many ways he could be dealing with boredom that don’t include holding back on strangling someone half of the time, and Sam REALLY wouldn’t like that.   

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4. My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

During some point in the night, Lucifer had lost his suit’s jacket and belt. The later stranger than the former, really. He’d also had his first share of whatever cheap liquor the oldest Winchester and his men had been able to find in one of their many raids. It didn’t taste like much to him, and to be truthful not so different from a more expensive brand. 

One moment he’s sitting cross legged trying to drink the foul liquid and the next the hunter is saying one thing or the other and Lucifer has him pushed against the wall, his hands gripping the short strands of hair. His eyes flashing blue for a second before his scorn turned into a smirk.

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This was starting to be a habit. Hunt. Drink. Sleep. In that order. Every day, like clockwork. It wasn't always like this. Before? Before she died, it was so much different. Hunting was just the job. She did it, knew why she had to, and she slept soundly at night knowing she'd saved someone.

Now? Well that was a different story. She'd seen where the people she couldn't save ended up.

God, she sounded like--

"Dean. Hey, 's Jo. 'm not--'m not drunk this time. Well, maybe a lil' tipsy, but not drunk. Annnnnyway. Jus' uh...gimme a call when you get this. Number's still the same."