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Dean looked at the girl. "Sorry kiddo, you're gonna stay 'kid' to me. Once I give a nickname, you're stuck with it forever." Dean joked. He looked between the chick at the bar and his Trickster charge as they glared it out over the drink order. He tried to suppress a smirk as the bartender brought over the lemonade. He glanced over at Kelly again. "Sure you wouldn't want a bendy straw or sippy cup?" Dean teased as he looked back around the bar. It was filled with hunters, which was good and bad for him. He knew the girl wouldn't try anything here. But there was always the risk someone could figure out what he was, and they tended to not be the biggest fans of demons. It would be even worse if they recognize him. The Winchesters weren't exactly the most unknown hunters out there...

Dean glanced over at the girl, looking quickly away again. He cleared his throat. “N-no I’m not scared of you! What would make you think that?" He asked, sounding more defensive than he meant to as he stared out at the road. “I just haven’t had the best experiences with Tricksters, okay? Your pal Loki, or Gabriel or whatever decided it would be fun to kill me over 100 different times, and then stick me and Sammy in some TV show for his own amusement. So yeah, not the fondest of memories with your kind." He explained stiffly as they pulled up to the parking lot of the bar. “J-just let it go, okay?" He asked, knowing she probably wouldn’t, as they walked into the bar. 

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"I'm surprised you don't hold the world record for pie eating."

"Now there darlin' who says I don't?"

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Dean glared at her. The damn girl was smiling at him. He growled, turning back violently. He took a couple breaths to regain his composure, something much harder to keep under control sense his time in Hell. Technically he did not even have to keep his temper, but he wanted to enjoy this, and frankly, it never lasted long enough once he let his anger take over. After a moment he turned back, a sick smile on his face. He leaned closer to the girl. "Now now, I did warn you, didn't I? I said what would happen if you pulled any of your little tricks again." He said, voice calm, but something sharp and cold underlying it. 

"Well then, let the show go on." Dean said, walking over to his table of toys, turning back to smile at the girl.

One More Trick [Closed: Nyra-ray]

Dean gritted his teeth as he watched the girl he had cuffed to the chair wake up. Kelly. Dean shook his head, the trickster had crossed a line, and now, well, he had warned her what would happen after all. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t ignore what she was, and the darker side of him began to awake, taking control of his limbs. Dean began to laugh. “Well now little miss trickster, let’s have a little game of our own now.” He smirked, approaching the girl. “My turn.”

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Dean chuckled. "Oh trust me sweetie, I would know if you were a demon. Remember?" Dean taunted. He flinched at her next words, trying not to let it show though. "Yeah well, the Pit tends to do it to you. Besides, why shouldn't I have some fun right? I'm still savin' them in the long run. Saving them from monsters like you, monsters like me, everything little thing that goes bump in night so they can sleep in their warm little beds." Dean sang. He flinched visibly at the mention of Sam, He leaned in close. "You will not mention him." Dean hissed, then angrily stood up, turning away.

He turned back when she began talking again. "Oh honey, I never claimed to be better than them." Dean purred. "So it's a shame you don't know anything, but it looks like at least I can have some fun out of this." He said coldly.

Dean was caught off guard by the girl’s attitude towards him, he certainly did not expect someone as seemingly young as her to recognize him, or talk back once she did. He looked at her. “I want to know, because it’s my job to hunt all of you twisted bitches who decide it’s a good idea to meddle with magic, got it witch?" Dean said roughly, then laughed. “And no demon is possessing me. No, this is all Dean here." He said with a twisted grin. “Got my soul trapped in the pit and roasted until well-done. Managed to claw my way out and now, what do you know? I’m a demon. Fun times." He said, bringing his face towards the witches again. “Now don’t play stupid with me, or this is going to get far more unpleasant than just dying for you, got it?"

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Dean felt something in him stir at the mention of demonic eyes, making a mental note to himself to be careful not to let his own pretty pair show. He felt something dark in him stir, but he managed to shake it off and answer like it was no problem. "Yeah, sounds like how must of us got here." He shrugged. "Some demon bastard decides to screw with your family, next thing ya know, you're stockin' up on the salt." Dean said, repressing a smile at the irony of his words.

+ Not-just-a-bartender

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Dean grumbled, unwilling to admit that Gabriel had ended up, in the long run overall, doing good by them. He was still a little sore over having died over 100 times for the guy's amusement. Dean shook it off as he walked into the bar, hearing the familiar sounds and feels of a bar and feeling instantly relaxed. They worked their way over to the bar, Dean smiling at the pretty bar tender while he ordered his drink. After a minute of flirting he turned to Kelly. "Hey kid, d' ya want something? They got sweet stuff too, like soda or juice or something, if ya want it." Dean offered.

Dean glanced over at the girl, looking quickly away again. He cleared his throat. “N-no I’m not scared of you! What would make you think that?" He asked, sounding more defensive than he meant to as he stared out at the road. “I just haven’t had the best experiences with Tricksters, okay? Your pal Loki, or Gabriel or whatever decided it would be fun to kill me over 100 different times, and then stick me and Sammy in some TV show for his own amusement. So yeah, not the fondest of memories with your kind." He explained stiffly as they pulled up to the parking lot of the bar. “J-just let it go, okay?" He asked, knowing she probably wouldn't, as they walked into the bar. 

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Dean chuckled coldly. "Sorry birdie, the Dean you knew isn't here anymore." He sang. Dean looked down as he watched the angel squirm and struggle against the restraints. He leaned down next to the man again and moved close. "Now why would I let you go? hmm? After all, I've been wanting  to show off my new eyes to you for such a long time now! After all, you helped put them there." Dean taunted. Suddenly he stood up quickly and slammed his foot into one of the broken wings on the floor, crushing it under his heel and twisting away.

Save Me [Closed: Blackwingedcastiel]

Dean looked up, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. Castiel, the angel, was chained up. Dean smiled, almost manically. “Well now angel, looks like someone clipped your wings. I guess there’s no flying away now.” He purred, walking towards to man. He stopped in front of him, grabbing Castiel’s face and bringing him close to his own. “Hey there Castiel. It’s been a while.” He said softly, flipping his eyes to black.

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((I am so so so so sosososososoooooooo sorry guys! I haven't properlly updated, or really RPed at all on this blog for almost a week now. /I keep neglecting it for Cas, sorry!/ I am so sorry, I promise to try and get better about spreading the RP love back over this way next week!

hugs and kisses, 

~Dean!mun))

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I don’t know if it’s been done before but with the flower crown business, Dean’s baby was feeling left out.

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If you say so

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This is so accurate it hurts. xD

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This is where we parked the car, right?

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There’s not even a difference of 3 years between these visits, but everything about Dean is different; from the way he wears his father’s jacket to the way he smiles. His shoulders are lower, beaten down from years upon years of torture. Gone is the cocky front and flirtatious grins. In its place is broken humility and raw honesty. He’s changed from the confident guy with one thing to die for to a mutilated man with nothing to live for.

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