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After a prompt on comment_fic I have here mortised.

crimson_antics on May 25th, 2010 12:03 pm (local) prompted
Supernatural, any / any, Castiel was not the one who saved Dean from perdition.

Title: Still without a title. Suggestions?
Genre: Drama?
Charas: Dean Crowley
Rating: PG-15 because of the mention of hell Gore.
Paring: None
Disclaimer: They belong to Kripke and Pratchett / Gaiman

666

Dean did not know if he should be thankful that blood to taste in his mouth . On the one hand, it was said that he had not Alastair again cut the tongue out so he could still pitiful whimper. On the other hand, blood and ashes are the only things he had tasted for years, and Dean could hardly remember how, for example, tasted a piece of cake.
Dean's head hung forward and sticky red dripping from his chin. He saw the drops by, since he would then see what she would fall. The remains of his innards from Alastair's last visit before he healed him after work again at all. He would have for the next time a white screen in front of him. But at the moment, the demon was absent after an almost casual blow that cost Dean a canine tooth and the promise to come back soon.

licked something go sometime Dean's leg and he took a moment to realize that none of the ubiquitous Flame was. Now he saw it to the ground and saw the flashes of light on the gray-red background, the upward righting body of a constrictor. She was so tall and strong like a Python, but without the typical pattern and continuous green. She swung her head furtively to right and left, and hissed at him then.

"Dean Winchester?"

Dean did not answer for now. Despite its existing tongue. Although he was not surprised as he would have been on earth, to be approached by an animal. Down here there were things which could not even imagine Hieronymus Busch. But that meant not that he is with half a pear - would maintain or oversized with a snake - the waving around a violin fell out of the tiny, naked people.
Especially not with the so devious as Lefty Schlemihl from Sesame Street had, the one always trying to sell an X for a U turn or to any other letter.
addition to power there were in hell. "If you ask that?"

"Shh, not so loud."

Dean had only once close her eyes and breathe deeply. Down here not a pleasant experience, but necessary, if he did not want to be hysterical. He was just a whisker of collapse and this was almost too much.
When Dean opened his eyes again was something else before him. A human-shaped, dark-haired businessman in an expensive tailored suit and he looked disgusted down at his Italian leather shoes and where he stood. Only the yellow snake eyes he had left intact even if they disappeared behind a pair of sunglasses now.

"My name is not important, law-makers man The reason for my being here is much more relevant for you."
He stared at Dean penetrating, at least took it to Dean. What he had seen in the reflection of the tinted glasses are presented, completely around the eyes to keep away decisively.
"I have a strong interest to prevent the next apocalypse. The last was annoying enough. I do not care to repeat. Especially since the new anti-Christ hanging around on the beach of a tropical island rather than me and my business partner to help. "

He was righteous indignation. Well, actually, just shocked, the other was not part of his job description.

"Therefore Offered I give you a deal on. The very last deal you'll get the ever offered. Before you break before you destroy the first seal and the metaphorical rock ball to roll bring to us all crushed in the best of Indiana Jones style. I can I get you out of here. "He made a portentous pause, let the sink. When he was sure to have left reasonable impression, "he continued. "And you stay fucking alive and doing no other deals with more demons crossing." He grabbed Dean at loggerheads with one hand and with the other he pulled his sunglasses from his face. Dean stared now forced into the slot-like reptile eyes and felt the words of the demon in his mind burned. "Here in the hell are you a danger to the whole of creation on earth and the department about it. Let you never look here again. "In that moment Dean felt like the old demon was and how seriously he meant it. He would destroy Dean's soul more completely than the destruction of those factors, what was important to risk. Then was the moment passed and he was just such a normal-looking, half-silk traders of his sales pitch continued.
Dean swallowed hard and listened attentively.

"But ... you get back your soul. And can your brother, watching the boy king and protect him from the henchmen of the morning star. Does not sound like a deal that would make a Winchester? "

666

Dean struggled for nearly two months from its shallow grave and tried, unsuccessfully, by reason of the stench and attached to hand over corruption and sulfur. Breathing heavily and with scars on his legs and torso, from the cursed hell dogs Dean blinked into the light of a blue sky. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.


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