#snowsherlock

I think if I were to take one of those alignment tests, I would be mostly a lawful neutral. I follow rules and have an ability to distance myself from the emotional ramifications most of the time, or at least for the sake of arguing the sides and making a decision. I think that would make me a reaper. I see a lot of myself in Tessa, a neutral third party with a biiiiit of a soft spot for the hero but ‘as soon as I can reap again, Dean, I’m starting with the kid.’

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Abaddon took a few steps around the old abandoned house, loving her new ‘meat suit’. She felt taller and stronger than in her other one. Pressing her hand to the patch of blood on her chest where she ripped the symbol off, she could feel it sting. It was a very dull sting, but it was still there.

“Dean,” she said out loud. She could still feel Dean fighting her and as much as she’d hate to admit it, he was strong. She was stronger, though. “You can fight me all you want.”

She felt Dean fight her more, but it was wasted effort. Abaddon let out a laugh, listening to her new voice. It was certainly a change. She took a few more steps to get used to his body and whipped her head around to the mirror on the other side of the room. With a blink, she made his eyes turn black. Dean fought even more when he saw his eyes turn black.. She was going to keep him alive as long as she could so he could see what he was doing.

Abaddon spun around and looked at her followers. Her demons stood there, all of them quite content with having Dean Winchester possessed by Abaddon.