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dontasktheradiodemon · 3 years

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Tower #2 (1/2/2021)

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Direct follow-up to this chat log.

Rhedd @sackreligion ducks in on Alastor @usedhearts and Alastor @dontasktheradiodemon. He’s eaten a chunk of soap. These things happen.

Anyway Dontask Alastor wants heelies now.

Rhedd

Hiccup. A soap bubble flits down from the ceiling, so innocuously. And then another, until a *certain radio demon* can be seen if one only looks up. He's peeking his head out upside down from a black portal.

usedhearts Alastor

The sound doesn't make Alastor jump, or start. He doesn't even look up from his phone for a second or two after. But then, slowly, his eyes lift, trailing up the wall until they lock on Rhedd, dangling out of a portal from the ceiling. Well!

"Can I.....help you?" He asks, raising a brow.

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

Alastor is ALMOST out of hearing range when his alternate speaks. He immediately ducks back in, curious. “Oh!” His eyes light up. ... More. “Well, speak of the devil!”

Rhedd

His hand raises (or lowers?) and though his mouth doesn't move at all, his voice is heard.

<<HELLO! This isn't a HIDEY PLACE, is IT? I thought I'd DROP IN and TUNE IN to my FAVORITE FREQUENCY but I MAY have THE WRONG NUMBER! HAHA!>>

usedhearts Alastor

Oh! Were they playing that game? Alastor's teeth lock in place as well, and when he speaks, its far more tinny and static backed than before.

"_Not to much a hidey place as a tucked away place! Not sure which frequency that is, but there are a lot here! Numbers and dials and buttons, oh my!_"

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

Y’all are being silly, Alastor’s talking with his actual mouth. “It would make for a poor hidey place, a broadcasting station inside a lighthouse! Why, we’re just about the most noticeable point on the island, ha! If we’re not broadcasting on your favorite frequency already, I’m sure we could pirate it!”

Rhedd

He slips back into the portal, only to crawl out of someone else's shadow. Feels like seaweed.

<<WELL! That's POSSIBLE! After all, WHEREVER I AM, they! ARE! >>

He's wearing a horrible hoodie, shutter shades and look at that glittery black lipstick. His ear tag jingles.

He's petting the red radio in his satchel. And as SOON as Rhedd opens his mouth, a sea of foam escapes. He looks like he's in pain,

usedhearts Alastor

Oh that terrible hoodie. Alastor's decidedly NOT looking at it. Instead he looks at the foam coming out of Rhedd's mouth. This time he doesn't stop his mouth from moving as he speaks.

"What in the world happened with you, my good man! You look positively rabid!"

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

He takes one look and asks mildly, “Tide pod?”

Look, it’s not a bad guess. He’s been there. He understands.

Rhedd

"-oap!"

His voice is more akin to a gurgle, and he lifts a finger, opening a portal to shove his head through. There's nothing, no sound, but he's clearly straining....

And then he pulls his head back out, coughing and wiping his mouth as more bubbles pop up.

"Took a BITE! Couldn't RESIST!"

usedhearts Alastor

"Was it one of those ones that look like cupcakes? Or that are just shaped in general? Always tempted to take a bite out of one of those!" Alastor laughed, his foot bopping to unheard music where it sat on the table.

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

Alastor cracks up when Rhedd's head disappears. He manages to wheeze to his still-headed alternate, "Headless horseman." Cue the neighing sound effect.

When all of Rhedd is back in the room, he says, "Nice of you to return to us! I was afraid you were *heading out!*" He laughs again, slinging an arm around Rhedd's shoulders. "But come now, I'm sure the taste is atrocious, but it's not worth losing your head over it! What have you been going around saying that's so awful you need to wash out your mouth so thoroughly? Hah!"

Rhedd

OHHHH! He loves a good joke, ESPECIALLY at his expense.

"OHH! AHAH! HAHAHA! No, NO! It didn't look ANYTHING like FOOD! I just took it and BIT IT without HESITATION! And due to my NATURE when IT! COMES! TO! FOOD!" He taps at his mouth, then drags his claw down his throat, playing a very cartoonish GULPING sound. His own audience laughs, "Ideas POP IN and I am UNABLE to hold myself BACK from them!"

usedhearts Alastor

The jokes have him and his audience laughing as well! Some high chortles! This is the good stuff, being around other hims!

"Ah, yes, I see! The classic impulse to put something in your mouth and the other classic inability to stop! I understand completely. Sometimes you just need to take a bite out of the fake fruit!"

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

"I hope you're getting enough *real* food, though!" He gives Rhedd a critical look, has he been fed? "How full is that tank right now? Aside from the suds."

Rhedd

Rhedd grins at the two Radio Demons looking at him. What fun, having so much attention. He nods his head at the one, and a winning buzzer sound plays, before Rhedd turns to the other Alastor addressing him. He opens his mouth and a burp comes, to which he immediately covers his mouth with both hands, just after bubbles came up. His audience *roars* with laughter, and his ears flick, the tag jingling. *De nada.*

<<I beg your PARDON, friends! I've got NOTHING in my stomach, but it SURE! IS! CLEAN!>>

usedhearts Alastor

That's enough to get Alastor up out of his seat. His sauntering over with his usual, unhurried but jaunty, step, and then his arm goes around Rhedd. Just ignore the sweatshirt, Alastor. Be strong, be strong for Mother.

"Well that simply won't DO! Can't have another one of us wandering around with only bubbles in his gut, now can we? What sort of duplicates would we be?" The back of his free hand is on his forward and he's in Full Drama mode.

"Oh the humanity! What little we have left, that is!" He looked over at other Alastor and winked. "Think we need to correct this situation, don't you, good chum?"

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

Just two Alastors smothering Rhedd from either side, no big deal, he doesn't mind being trapped in all these arms does he? Alastor winks back. "I think we do! I've got the leftovers from a few culinary experiments left in the kitchen, it should be enough to fill a plate. Knowing your appetite, though, I think we'll need more than that!"

Rhedd

He doesn't mind being trapped in all of these arms at all, he has more than enough layers on to avoid *feeling* it, as it were. Though he felt a little bad for burping--there goes another one. Rhedd winces, though his mouth is still covered.

<<I would be HONORED to come to DINNER! I was in the MIDDLE of a RIVETING GAME of HIDE AND SEEK with my X-0-X-0, but before THAT I was IN THE MOOD for a MEAL!>>

usedhearts Alastor

"That's the good thing about games-- you can always continue with them after eating! The number of times I scarfed down dinner as a child to go running back out to play tag, well, they're incalculable!" He laughed and shared a look with Alastor before starting to steer Rhedd out of the broadcasting tower.

"Let's get that meal and then you can get back to your game!"

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

"Are you hiding or seeking? We'll stand guard at the kitchen door on your behalf if we have to!"

Rhedd

<<SEEKING!>> It's actually so easy to steer him, because he's leaning back on his heelies. Literally just steer him in the direction you need him to go. <<My! Dear! Engi! Is off HIDING!>>

usedhearts Alastor

"Engi? Not sure if I'm familiar with that nickname. Is it another one of us?" Zoom there they go.

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

Alastor's been entirely distracted by the heelies. He's staring at them. "Where did you get *those?*"

Rhedd

Rhedd opens his mouth, and just. Drools out soap. Amazing. He covers his mouth again as his eyes change to radio dials. Everything is fine.

<<Oh, these? Do you LIKE THEM? I picked them UP after a MEAL! Fun little THINGS! I can imagine myself, GLIDING through the SCENE!>>

usedhearts Alastor

"They certainly up your maneuverability! It's so easy to guide you along! _Allons-y!_" He catches sight of that soap drool. That's going to need to be taken care off. And he's summoning a hankie to hand off to Rhedd. There you are old boy.

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

"I want a pair."

Uh. He pets Rhedd's back. Hopefully dinner isn't going to be interrupted by him vomiting everywhere.

Rhedd

Absolutely he'll be fine. He takes the hankie. He's almost out of soap.

<<I can GET YOU ONE! I'm SURE of it! Just have to FIND another DEMON WEARING some!>>

usedhearts Alastor

"Think! You could install them in your dress shoes-- no one would see it coming!" He laughed.

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

"Just make sure they're the same size as me!" Studio laughter. "That's exactly what I was thinking! One second I'm tap dancing, the next I'm literally gliding across the floor! Imagine that!"

Rhedd

<<What an ACT! They take some GETTING USED TO so he CAREFUL you don't BREAK A LEG while you BREAK A LEG! HAHA!>>

usedhearts Alastor

"Yes! Practice makes perfect, after all! Don't want to be falling all over yourself like a baby deer!" He laughed.

dontasktheradiodemon Alastor

And then they went off to get food. Further banter is probably involved. Musical numbers MIGHT be involved.

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 6 years

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Wednesday Drabble - Deal

Bonjour, mes chers! For those of you surprised I’m posting a drabble, it’s part of my new uploading schedule! Startled, confused, and going what the hell? Go on and check out all my new Patreon information! For those of you who already know what’s going on, I’ll be posting the Patreon Exclusive drabble later tonight (this morning?), but I hope you all enjoy this one for now!

Title: Deal Fandom: Gravity Falls Alternate Universe: None / Post Canon (Age of twins ~ 16/17) Rating: T (for mentions of blood and temporary character death) Summary: Dipper should know better than to make deals with a demon such as him. Still, family is always more important, isn’t it?

“Well, well, well, isn’t this an interesting thing for me to wake up to!” The voice grated on the ears and echoed throughout the now silent woods, Dipper’s vision fuzzy as black and white swirled at the edges of his world. God, what had they done. “Oh, oh, is it my birthday? I feel like it’s my birthday with a gift like this!”

Body twitching on the cold, dead grass, Dipper dug his fingers into the lifeless earth as he looked up at hearing a soft whimper. Mabel was staring at him with wide, fearful eyes, entire body shaking. Autumn leaves were threaded through her hair and dirt mixed with blood streaked her cheeks. He wasn’t sure which one coughed on the blood in their throats first, but he knew that soon both of them were gasping for air.

“I said to not let them touch it!” The voice that yelled had Dipper covering his ears and no… No, he had heard enough of that voice to last a lifetime. No more. Please- Please.

“Oh, so it was just an accident. How disappointing- Ooh, but that means you didn’t wake me- Ahah! It wasn’t you lot! It was them who did it! Oh, how beautiful.” Dipper couldn’t help but wonder what was worse, running from hell or running right into its arms.

“Enough. Let’s finish this now. They know too much. Besides, that is weakened. It won’t take much to put it down for good.” Reality around them rippled and idiots. Idiots. It had taken the sacrifice of everything to defeat him last time. They really thought he was weak?

“Now, now, didn’t your mother ever teach you to not be rude.” Jerking backwards as blue fire seared it’s way into the earth, Dipper shrieked at the pain that wracked his body. It hurt- It hurt. The fire, though… When that brushed him, it didn’t hurt. He knew what that meant.

“Di-pper.” God, Mabel sounded as wrecked as him. It was all he could do to grasp her hand when she crawled close enough, the two linking their fingers together and grasping on tightly.

“Oh, how sweet.” Children. They were such children. Had they really thought they could survive this? Had they really thought this was the best idea to beat such a dangerous enemy? It was so- It was- Children. “You thought I was bad, huh? Didn’t even think that there’s more dangers in this world than me. You should be careful of crows, you know. They tend to gather around dead bodies.”

“Release them, demon! The Sect of the Crow stands with God to spread His light and message! You shall not poison the world with your sin!”

“Ugh, disgusting as I remember.” The fire flickered over his skin, Dipper focusing - or at least trying his best to - and staring at the circle that was burned into the dead ground. Circle. Oh… “You made a very dangerous enemy, you two. Honestly, always getting into such trouble!”

The circle wrapped around him and Mabel tightly, Dipper’s gaze slipping and sliding more towards that hazy world of black and white. A scream stuck itself in his throat as his head was jerked up by fingers under his chin, Dipper feeling heat and power as a gloved hand held him in place- Gloved. Human. A human gloved hand.

“What are you doing, demon! Get away from them! Quickly- Quickly! Kill them before it regains power!” Power… Ah, that was right. They had been running- Leading. They had been leading them all and- It was cold.

“You humans are always so fragile.” It hurt. Everything hurt - everything except that quiet voice, words near hummed out. The words were low, and smooth, and nothing like the high-pitched, wild glee from before. “Get in over your head, Pine Tree?”

The blue fires blazed around him and his sister, Dipper prying his eyes open (when had he closed them?) and looking into eyes of molten gold. Eyes. Eyes. “Oh, Pine Tree.” Gold and black and retribution. “Look at you. All grown up.”

Mabel’s weak groan captured his attention for only a moment, the hand on his chin keeping him from moving. He was almost grateful for it. Almost. Almost. So many almosts. He had almost been fast enough. He had almost been smart enough. He had almost been strong enough. He had almost managed to beat them. He had almost managed to save them. Almost, almost, almost.

There was blood on his hands. His head was given a rough shake, Dipper’s gaze skittering back to that molten, bubbling gold, attention utterly and completely captured. All he felt was the leather glove against his skin and the fading warmth of his sister’s hand. “Oh, it seems she’s dying too, now. Tell me, Pine Tree, how much family did your mistakes cost you?”

He thought he was so smart. Now look. Blood. So much blood. Ah, everything was quiet. Maybe that’s why he had this sense of standing on the edge. No- Yeah. Yeah, that was it. It was standing on the edge of a cliff so high up you couldn’t even see the ground and it was just one small step-

“Mason Pines.” The only breathing he could hear was his. The sound of screaming and gunfire was so far away, but the only breathing he could hear was his. Only his. Mabel… “Ssh, it’s alright. I can fix everything. I can fix all of it. You know I can. You know my power.”

Pine Tree. Only one person had ever… Right. They had lead them all into the woods that they knew so well and they had a plan. They failed. Blood and fear and human skin had touched the stone. Ah, the hand in his was limp. Cold. Empty. Lifeless.

An intake of air had Dipper coughing, vision swimming before he felt warm human skin instead of a leather glove- Human. “What do I want? Isn’t it obvious? I can fix it, but I want my freedom.” No. No. His family in exchange for the entire world? He could never- Mabel. Mabel. “It may not be worth them, but isn’t it worth your world?” Cold. Cold and lifeless. “Mason Sherman Pines.”

Don’t trust him. Don’t let him in your head. Don’t listen to him. Don’t make the same mistakes. Turn away. Turn away, turn away, turn away quick before he catches you- Save them? “Every single one of them.” The gunshots grew closer and the screaming grew louder. “You know what I want.”

Ah, well. In that case, it wasn’t a competition at all, was it? It never was. Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Mabel’s hand fell out of his and another took its place. Warm (burning), hard (painful), and tight (greedy). “You know what to say, don’t you? Well?”

Bill Cipher.

The word was torn out of him with a single, last breath.

“Deal.”

I give you everything.

“-ipper. Dipper! Wake up, sleepy head!” Jerking awake with a gasp of air, Dipper clutched at his side where the knife wound had stabbed too deep- And… Skin. Nothing but smooth skin that was only broken up by the appendix scar he had since he was nine. Which was impossible - completely impossible. He had just been bleeding out in the woods and dying and oh, god he had said- “Dipper?”

“Okay- I’m okay. I guess I had a nightmare.” Dipper shook under the hand his sister placed against his forehead, looking frantically around the bus. They were on a bus? When had they… It was rumbling along, though, the sight of trees passing them by and the highway bumpy under their wheels. There were only three other people, one on his phone, another asleep against the window, and one hiding obvious animal ears under a hat. “We’re… We’re on a bus.”

“Well, yeah. C’mon, bro-bro, we’re going to visit the Grunkles. Re- Remember?” Mabel looked at him with eyes full of worry, Dipper only giving a shaky nod in response. “It’s June fifteenth.” Right. The start of summer. They were going to Gravity Falls. “Maybe you should try to get some more sleep until we get there.”

“Yeah- Yeah, sorry, Mabel. I just had a really bad nightmare, I guess.” Settling back and closing his eyes, Dipper pulled his hat down low to block out the sun, sighing as the world began to darken. Nightmare. It was just a nightmare, he told himself. Only that.

Then his world was filled with black and white and a loud, bright laugh that shook the very foundation of reality.

“Well, well, well. Didn’t that ‘Grunkle’ of yours ever teach you not to make a deal with a demon, Pine Tree?”

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thatpleasantnightmare · 7 years

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Touched by God ( A Supernatural Imagine )

Author : ThatPleasantNightmare

Word Count : 1847

Characters involved : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Chuck!God , Castiel, Claire Novak, invented characters.

Summary : There she was. God's most perfect creation.

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They though it was going to be an easy case. A hunter going rogue and saving angels. Even if they weren't that evil, Sam and Dean had a past and spend most of their time fighting with them since they heard of their existence. Dean was humming to the rhythm of the Metallica song playing in his car, tapping his hand on the wheel, while Sam was going through her file. " - So, get this, he started, she is registered in the French branche of the Men of Letter, was born in France and was hunting with her father around Europe until he was killed by a pack of werewolves. - Learn the job on the field ? Asked Dean, eyes focused on the road. - Yeah, pretty much like us. She was... thirteen when her father died. She moved a few months later to Ireland, where she was hunting ever since. - Ireland? The Brits didn't say they had no monsters anymore? - Dude, Ireland is independent, answered Sam, rolling his eyes. He continued ; Apparently, Ireland got a lot of monsters and all the sigils protecting the country were removed when they won their independence. Guess they're not "friends" with the British Men of Letters. - Yeah, I bet, Dean snorted. " He parked the car in front of a motel where they decided to stay for the night. " - So what the Irish French girl is doing here and why she's attacking people trying to hurt angels? - No idea, that's what we need to understand, retorded Sam, getting off the passenger's seat. There she was, standing over the vampire's body she just killed. Trying to catch her breath, she swiped her face full of blood with the hem of her shirt. He's been watching over her for a long time now, and couldn't stop admiring her courage. Even with all the crap she'd been through, she still believed in God, she was still praying, asking for forginess, when frankly God should have been the one apologising to her. She took her phone off her pocket and seemed to text someone, probably telling her team that she eliminated the nest. She sighed quite loudly and before he knew it, he heard her prayers. She was asking God to forgive her for killing thoses vampires and hoping they would find peace wherever they were going. This is what drawn him to her; she had the purest soul he had ever seen. She concluded her prayers and walked slowly to her car, her leg pretty hurt. She checked her pockets and furrowed her eyebrows; where the hell were her car keys? Thinking she dropped them while fighting, she was going to head back to the empty building but before she could make a step, he appeared before her. She took a step back but didn't touch the machete fixed to her belt; curiously, she felt at ease, but still suspicious. Before she could talk, he snapped his fingers and all her body pain seemed to vanish. She checked herself, still not sure of what was happening and took a look at the man in front of her ; casual t-shirt & jeans, scruffed beard and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He smiled shyly to her, scratching his beard before clearing his throat. And honestly, she never felt more at peace. " - I heard your prayers, and I'm here to help, he stated, placing his hands on her forehead. " Dean was waiting by the car, enjoying the sun before taking the road again. Closing his eyes, he leaned on his Impala, sighing calmly. " - Ok, thank you for the intel, he heard Sam and opened one eye, looking at his brother hanging up. That was hmm... Rory McLead, a fellow hunter from Ireland. He is one of the last person to see her. Apparently, they left her takes an entire vampire nest on her own, which she did but she came back different. - Different? How? The older brother wondered. - Took her belongings, and bought an airplane to the States. - Tired of the job maybe. - It's more than that. Apparently, she was a very devoted person and she was acting ... oddly. - Oddly ? Cas-like oddly ? You think she could have say yes to an angel? - That's what we need to find out. This is the last place she had been seen. Cas will meet us there, the youngest concluded. " Dean nodded, and opened his car door, ready to hit the road. Two hours later, they were taking their gears in the truck, taking slowly the path to the abandonned factory. Holding their guns down, they opened doors after doors, taking turns on who was protecting who. " - I'm starting to think that this place is empty, mumbled Dean but Sam made a movement to shush him. " The older finally heard voices, coming from the next room. With his hand, Sam showed Dean a door on the left, slightly opened while he took the direction of the door on the right. Slowly making their way, they finally saw what was happening; A group of demons were talking around a person tied up to a chair, Sam, from his point of view, couldn't see the girl being beaten by the demons right now, but Dean could, and it wasn't what he was expecting. " What the hell, he growled. "

The two girls were sitting on their hotel beds, facing each other. The oldest smiled gently at the other, putting her hands on her knees, pressing carefully. " - It's gonna be alright, I promise, she assured, trying to catch the other's blue eyes. The youngest chucked; passing a hand in her messy blond hair. - Yeah, I guess you're right, just gonna be a bait for a bunch of demons, no big deal, she retorted sarcastically. - I told you, the other one said, passing her hand on her face, I know what's going to happen. I don't like the idea either but I saw it happened like that. You know I wouldn't put you at risk if I could. - I know, always trying to protect me in each hunt. - I don't want you to get hurt, the oldest murmured, letting her head down. " The youngest looked up at the brunette in front of her. They had know each other just for a few months now but have been hunting together since they met. She believed her story, and wanted to help her in her crazy quest. She knew she had to be careful with strangers after all that happened to her but she was differend, she could tell. And all that mattered by now. " - I believe you. If you say that's gonna be okay, then I'm in, she annonced, kneeling in front of her so that she could see her face. The words made her look up, smiling. - Thank you, she articulated, her eyes planted in the blond's one " After a while, they started making plans and get ready for action. " Jody is gonna kill me if she found out " the youngest thought.

Sam saw his brother mouthing the name "Claire" and understood that she was the one tied up. And before one of the demon could hit her again, Castiel appeared, grabbing his hand with one of his own and stabbing him with his angel blade with the other. " Son of a bitch " utted Dean, attacking the demons without any plans, Sam following behind. They killed the seven demons there pretty easily but gulped when they saw more than twenty demons coming after. Before the first demon could get the youngest Winchester, they saw a woman storming out from the door at the first floor, jumping in the air and landing on the demon's body, angel blade planted in his throat. Before anyone could react, she took a second angel blade in her other hand, going into fight. The three men looked at each other, a bit shocked. " - Guys, go help her! " They heard Claire shouting, making them react and helping the mysterious woman who had already took down half of the demons. Killing her last demon in sight, she saw Dean struggling with one while another one was coming after him. He stabbed the first one in the abdomen and faced the second, a bit surprised, mostly, by the angel blade going through his skull, killing him instantly. Dean standed there, dumbfounded. " You're welcome " he heard the brunette snickered while taking her angel blade out of the demon face. She snapped her fingers and Claire was out of her chair, coming right at her. Putting two fingers on her forehead, she healed the bruises and cuts she had. " - You're okay? She asked her, Claire nodding and smiling. - Ok, now, what the hell? Who are you? Claire, get away from her, Dean whisper-yelled. Castiel was silent, observing the scene. Claire didn't moved and stayed side to side with the brunette, taking her hand in hers. " - No Dean, she objected, eyes planted in his. You need to hear her. " Dean was going to object but Sam put his hand on his shoulder, silently telling him to calm down. " - Okay, I'll hear you out. Are you an angel ? Asked Dean, crossing his arms. - Bad pickup line, even from you. And no, I am not, she answered calmly. - You have grace in you but no vessel's mind, I don't understand, murmured Cas. - I could say the same about you, Castiel, she smiled. - I've been rebuild by God himself, I don't think it's...oh. He finished abruptly, starting to understand. - What "oh" Cas, what's going on in here ? The older brother yelled, this all thing starting to get to his nerves. " She looked at Claire, who gave her a reassuring nod and a squeeze to the hand. She cleared her throat and started. " - My name is Céleste. I'm a hunter. Less than a year ago, God found me. He... I've been touched by God. - That sounds sexual, she heard Dean whisper to his brother, smirking fading when he saw her eyes. - I am human like you – except Castiel – but I also have angelic powers. I'm a living weapon created for God's war.I have his knowledge and I can predict things that are going to happen. And let me tell you that a war is coming from Hell. You'll need me and I'll need you by my side. So what do you say ? "

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Hi guys! It’s been a while ahah. Coming back with a Supernatural imagine this time, wanted to try to get my idea on paper and decided to publish it for you ! Any ideas? Feedbacks? Part 2? Let me know xx

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