#sheruled

     He couldn’t keep playing this game, her game. That’s      all this was and he knew it. As much as he wanted to      believe those sweet, quiet moments they had together...      they weren’t real. They weren’t him and Abaddon. What      they were was just something to keep her interested.      After all he was just a toy for her. There would never      be anything more. They were demons, they weren’t      suppose to want anything real, but Dean couldn’t help      craving that feeling again. The ones he would get when      she would let him have that bit of humanity back inside him.

        A bag was opened on her bag, slowly he tossed clothes in it without a care         about folding them. Laying on the bed beside the bag were some of the things         they had together. Their toys as he thought of them, like the collar she would         put on him on occasion. Reluctantly he took his necklace off once his bag was         full. The replica of the first blade along with the dog tag she had given him. He         held the chain tight in his fist before dropping it on the bed.