#turntechkiller

"Alright?" She cackles.

Jason looked at the stranger a little bored. "Can I help you?"

She was out on a new job trying to get her fill of killing since it was one of those times. She could dig her self out of the darkness so she could only be come it. Cas whipped her sword around with a fluid movement as the man's head came clean off spurting the blood at her. The sword was sheathed as she turned to the person behind her. The dark red eyes glared at him as she was covering in the stench of blood. "Who are you?" she asked with no life in her voice.

Dani blinks for a few seconds, because she’s fairly certain she has only spoken to this particular Dave perhaps twice in her entire lifetime. It’s been an incredibly long time since anyone has kissed her (like, eight months, but who’s counting?), but she is by no means rusty. Plus, when is it she refuses a free kiss? Never, that’s when. So she plays along with him, leaning in close and slipping her hand over his shoulder to anchor him in place. 

DM:  Pulls it right the fuck out and walks away.  You’re too busy for this shit right now.

»—> Hey Dave? You still waiting?

"WH3R3 YOU'V3 B33N R3C3NTLY. HOW COM3 YOU W3R3 GON3 SO LONG??"