( No kidding, pal. Dean Winchester's never been one to follow a script. Why start now?
He tracks Lucifer's movements steadily, expression gone stormy. Movements deliberately slow, he reaches down to pick up a small glass. Sets it on the counter. Pulls out a bottle of whiskey, and drops his eyes to pour it, just for two or three seconds. The tension weighs more than the bottle.
That done, he thunks the bottle gently back down on the counter and picks up his glass in its place.
About half a mile south of this bar is a section of woods that turn grey and washed out. Purgatory thrives here in the Horizon, if only for a tiny patch of forest. A little bit of Dean is still there, a touch feral, craving the simplicity that comes with it. There, you don't think. You just kill.
Wouldn't that be nice right about now? )
Congrats. You should put it in a blog.
( Not his best, but it's thrown out absently as he brings the glass to his lips. Can't let himself loose, might as well drink about it.
He sets the glass back down onto the counter with a little too much force, and skips straight through the bullshit. )
How the hell are you here? There's no god damn way off-brand Dumbledore's Army had the juice to open up the cage.
( They don't even have the right equipment for it. )
no subject
He tracks Lucifer's movements steadily, expression gone stormy. Movements deliberately slow, he reaches down to pick up a small glass. Sets it on the counter. Pulls out a bottle of whiskey, and drops his eyes to pour it, just for two or three seconds. The tension weighs more than the bottle.
That done, he thunks the bottle gently back down on the counter and picks up his glass in its place.
About half a mile south of this bar is a section of woods that turn grey and washed out. Purgatory thrives here in the Horizon, if only for a tiny patch of forest. A little bit of Dean is still there, a touch feral, craving the simplicity that comes with it. There, you don't think. You just kill.
Wouldn't that be nice right about now? )
Congrats. You should put it in a blog.
( Not his best, but it's thrown out absently as he brings the glass to his lips. Can't let himself loose, might as well drink about it.
He sets the glass back down onto the counter with a little too much force, and skips straight through the bullshit. )
How the hell are you here? There's no god damn way off-brand Dumbledore's Army had the juice to open up the cage.
( They don't even have the right equipment for it. )