"Dean, please..." I stand frozen, staring at the man I love.
His legs stride toward me, closing our distance in seconds. He hovers over my petite figure, his intimidation only making me feel smaller.
"This isn't you."
"THIS IS THE NEW ME!" He shout...
I reach into my jacket and take out one of many angel blades I had collected over the years. Abaddon begins to walk toward me, the biggest smile stretching across her eerily pale face. When she was within a foot's distance, I swung the blade towards her, only to have her stop the strike by grabbing my wrist. She forces the weapon out of my hand, causing a distinct clinking sound as it collides with the ground. Her demonic strength overpowers me, effortlessly spinning my body around to hold me against hers.
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"I missed you," she breaths in my ear as she walks me away from Mari. "Did you miss me?"
Abaddon whirls me around so I face her before she shoves me to my knees. I grunt in pain as the bones in my shoulder crack. With a firm grip, she forcefully bends my hand over my shoulder, putting me into a wristlock. My free hand wraps around my restrained wrist in an attempt to relieve the pain. I silently wince, my efforts failing as she applies further pressure.
"So appreciate you boys coming when I call. I think that's what I like most about you, Winchesters." She combs her fingers through my hair. "You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too."
Mockingly, I say, "Are we gonna fight or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here."
Finally—like all villains—she lists her demands. "I want Crowley—or what's left of him."
"Yeah? What's in it for me?" I struggle to speak above the pain coursing through my body.
"I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me." She graciously offers.
"And if I tell you to get bent?"
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"Oh. Well..." She tilts her head before her eyes travel to my chest, smiling evilly. The demon's hand releases my hair only to trail it down to my jacket. "You know, I've loved this body since the moment I first saw it."
I grab her wrist, knowing what she was alluding to. With ease, she pulls my jacket away as she continues, "You're the perfect vessel, Dean. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas.
