Perfect Vessel

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Crowley

     I - or Vera - laughed in Dean's face. "Well, you're not going to stab me with your little over-power dagger now, are you? All because it's your precious little crush." As I waited for Dean's response, I went through my meatsuit's memories - all of the joys, sorrows, hopes, dreams, crushes, and losses. She's been through a lot. But the one thing that actually caught my attention was her crush. Oh, she has an absolute terrible choice in boys! It just has to be the squirrel himself.
     I grinned at Dean's response. "Crowley, get out of her right this second."
     "That's what he said."
     "Oh my god, Crowley, just let her go. She's been through a lot-"
     Before he finishes, I break the chains and run my hands down the meatsuit's slender body, paying attention to all of her curves. "I don't care what she's been through, she's the perfect vessel. I'm just glad that some ass-licking angel didn't get it before me. Hm, maybe I should do something about all of these cuts. The blood running down my body is kinda getting annoying. Oh well."
     Dean's teeth gritted together and he growled, "Crowley, leave her alone. I really don't want to have to use this," his grip tightens on the knife, "but I will if I have to."
     I swagger over to him and trace my hands over his cheeks. "Then don't." I push him up against the wall, the distance in between us vanishing. I press her lips up against him and then inside of my head, Vera is actually kinda enjoying this. My perverted little freak.
     I feel his pants tighten and I expect him to give into the sudden romantic gesture, but instead he cuts a long gash along Vera's back and inside my mind, she screams in pain. I break away and pout as I say, "you're no fun."
     I leave her body, no longer possessing her. I go back into my original meatsuit and grin as I wiggle around, happy to be home.

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Vera

I groan as I sit up on a couch. Someone pushes me right back down again and I feel someone kiss my cheek. I look to my side to see Dean. Happy, gruff, silly Dean.
My eyes adjust to the light and I look around. We're in a motel room with light blue walls and crappy carpet. I slowly sit up and look down to see that I'm on an incredibly ugly couch. "Dean, where the hell are we?"
"Mockingbird motel," Dean says as he gives me my phone. "Thought you'd want it."
I smile at him and take my phone. As I turn it on, my smile disappears. It's 1 AM. Freaking 1 AM.
"Uhm... Dean," I turn to talk to him, "it's 1 am. Isn't my dad worried about me?"
Dean looks down at his hands and says, "well, that's the thing. After Crowley had his fun with you, he... He went after your dad. Your father... Well, he couldn't defend himself and-"
I close my eyes and let a tear roll down my face. "Don't finish."
He nods and says, "Vera, you can stay with my brother and I if you want..."
I shake my head and say, "It's fine, I don't want to be a burden on your family..."
"No, it's totally fine. I insist."
"Dean, I don't want to get in between-"
"Vera, stop. My mom died when I was about 4 and when my brother was 6 months old. It's just him, me, and my dad. It's no problem at all."
"Dean, it's not that. It's the thing that happened at school... We have to talk about it sooner or later."
I hear a click of a gun being loaded and Dean's voice say, "well, I don't know about you, but I say later. C'mon, we better go. The owner was suspicious and wouldn't let me get a room so I had to knock him out. I'm sure that he's called the police by now."
Oh. Well. We better get a move on.

(A/N: Hello! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated... Well, not like anyone's reading this
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