#it's like sorry ur too young to have real money take these pieces of paper and shiny circles instead

[lazer-exe]

paying with cash is so embarrassing im sorry i don't even know where i got these

[river1983]

Prompt #38

Requested by @thatdaughterofabitch , thanks for the request! :)

Ship: Destiel

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BACKGROUND: Dean Winchester was a renowned serial killer, responsible for the deaths of 23 innocent lives just this year. His total death count was at 104, and he’s been on the FBI’s Most Wanted list for two years. 

Castiel is also a serial killer, with a death count of only 47, but the method of murder was something out of a TV show.

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A/N: I’m really sorry if this is completely not what you were looking for.

TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic depictions of violence: murder, mutilation (cutting) PLEASE don’t read if you are uncomfortable.

I’m going to sound like a physco with the descriptive words and overall dialogue of this fic...so DISCLAIMER: IM NOT A MURDERER, JUST A WRITER...WE WRITERS HAVE TO ACCESS THE INNER KILLER SOMETIMES WE’RE WEIRD BUT THIS IS TUMBLR EVERYONE’S WEIRD

DISCLAIMER 2: THIS IS NOT A FLUFFY FIC! It has a lot of violence and overall not good things. Destiel is in it, but there’s a lot of murder.

The language is a probably-translated-wrong version of Enochian. I will put the English translations up here.

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**when spelling, Enochian is spelled backwards. So, ‘dean’ would be ‘nead’**

ELASA BIAB ADAGITA BOLAPE VIRUDEN: You are to be beautified

A A DOOAIN DE ELO: In the name of God

Prux, Med, Don: Ron (Spelled backwards)

Ur, Graph, Gon: L, E, I

Gisg, Fam, Un, Veh: T, S, A C

Ome gahalana ooaoana el manada: We will see one another

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“Serial Killer AU”

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Dean stares at the TV in anger as he saw this infamous Castiel appear on the screen again. The headliner read: INFAMOUS SERIAL KILLER BRUTALLY MURDERS FAMILY OF 4. Dean rolled his eyes as he sharpened his blade, listening to the newscaster as she spoke.

“This just in, the death count increases due to the infamous killer on the loose, named Castiel, who recently murdered and mutilated a woman in Lebanon, Kansas. The pictures and footage are disturbing, viewer discretion is advised.”

The pictures appeared on the screen, and even Dean had to admit, it was art. He paused the screen to look closer at the carvings. They were just like the ones before, on other victims. He had found the language, Enochian, but has yet to be able to translate them.

The screen changed to a video. Finally! Dean thought as he leaned closer.

He’d been hunting this Castiel for weeks, trying to kill him so he could add to his reputation. Yeah, he could kill an ordinary, insignificant human, but why not another serial killer? And no, he wasn’t obsessed...at least that’s what he told himself. 

He had yet to find out what Cas looked like, which made him so hard to find. The guy was a real genius, even though it pained Dean to admit it. His carvings were so clean you’d think he was a doctor. 

The video showed a man in a entirely black outfit. Black trench coat, dress shirt, dress pants, and tie. His dark, tousled hair looked unkempt but not necessarily bad on him. He had piercingly blue eyes, and a malicious smile. Dean was intrigued.

Castiel whipped around his victim, who was tied to a table, stretched for minimal movement. “Elasa biab adagita bolape viruden.”

He took out a weird looking knife, pointed at the end but expands outward, almost like a detailed cone on top of a handle. The victim’s arms and legs were exposed, and Castiel poised his blade on top of the exposed flesh.

“A a dooain de elo.”

Then he started to cut into the flesh, carving out one of the letters shown in the pictures.

The video cut off after that, but Dean had the mental image in his head of this man, so he cut off the TV. He got up and sat at his desk, picking up his notebook dedicated to Castiel. He stared at the pictures of the carvings on a different victim, trying to piece what the letters meant.

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Castiel cleaned his blade as he stepped away from his latest victim. She had died quickly. He set his blade down and picked up a rag to clean the wounds he created, making sure no blood seeped out the dams of skin he severed, that his cuts stayed clean and precise. 

When he was done, he left the body there for the cops to find--for Dean to find.

He first heard about Dean on the news when he murdered a group of skateboarders/graffiti artists. He had poured the spray paint into their mouths, causing them to choke on their own form of art. Not the way Castiel would have done it, but he fascinated Castiel. 

He knew Dean was after him, and the reasons. His death by Dean’s hand would do great things for his reputation. Cas didn’t mind--it saved him the work of going after Dean himself.

He got back to his home and immediately went to his desk and opened his notebook dedicated to Enochian language, looking over the notes he accumulated over the years.

He first found the language while he was researching for a paper for his English class. It was an ancient dialect, thought to be the lost language of the angels. He fell in love with it, studied it until he became fluent in speech and writing. In fact, it inspired him to kill.

Castiel did not have a bad childhood. He was not an abnormal kid. He played sports, excelled in school, and wanted to be a entomologist. He was, however, a little weird, per say. He had been intrigued with the concept of death at a young age, found studying nonfiction murder mystery books and listening to podcasts about famous murders and murderers. H. H Holmes intrigued him the most. He thought it was genius using a house as a place of murder. He loved the concept of sneaking around a building in secret corridors with different rooms for different murders, no one ever suspecting anything. It was genius.

But Enochian and learning it was the final push for him. He was 26 at this time, and found his first victim at a park, simple and easy. Followed him until he got home, and killed him in his house. He lived alone, so it made no sense to drag him out of a perfectly fine place of death. He had written three Enochian Letters: Prux, Med, Don. The victim’s name. So, ever since, that’s what he did. He found ordinary people and did this to them, sketched their names into their bodies. He didn’t find joy in it, per say, but more of a feeling of content.

This was his calling.

Sure, it was ironic and cliché to used God’ s name while he killed, but it wasn’t because he was a believer. It was because of the language. Nothing about what he was doing should be credited to God.

Subconsciously he muttered his name in Enochian.

“Ur, Graph, Gon…”

He traced the picture of Dean he had gotten from the news. “Gisg, Fam, Un, Veh.”

He smiled. “Ome gahalana ooaoana el manada, Winchester.”

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Dean’s childhood was full of abuse and being thrown into a role of responsibility too early. He had three siblings: Adam, Sam, and Jo. His mom died in a fire when he was only six, Jo was four, Adam two and Sam only six months. His father was not the same after the incident, leaving Dean to care for his siblings when he was only six. His father drank and hit him all the time, calling him worthless and the cause of his mother’s death. Dean never said anything, just bottled up the anger and pushed on--he had three kids to look after.

After Sam finally went to college and Dean was on his own, his anger towards his father finally surfaced. He had killed his father by forcing him to chug six bottles of whiskey--not that it was that hard. No one had ever suspected he had anything to do with his father’s death.

Dean was hooked. The adrenaline he felt from taking life from another human was almost like being high. He couldn’t stop. 

So, that’s what he did. He didn’t have a day job, but had enough stolen money to last him the rest of his life. He didn’t kill for the money, or the reputation. He killed because he was addicted to it.

Dean ran his hand over his notes with a sigh. If he wasn't trying to murder Castiel for the rep, why was he after him? He didn’t even know of he had money or not, though its unlikely that he wouldn’t.

Dean knew the answer to that question, but he hated it.

He felt drawn to Cas somehow. Maybe it was the way he killed, carving ancient letters into people’s skin. Maybe it was because his devotion to his art of murder. He didn’t know what, but it was something. He wanted to kill him because Castiel was a distraction, and Dean Winchester couldn’t afford distractions.

He skimmed his notes again, looking back and forth between the scrawls of Enochian and the precise, beautiful carves in the picture. He looked back and forth again, then smiled. “Found it.” He muttered to himself, grin on his face.

He quickly scrawled the English translation onto the picture, then stared at it.

E

D

A

J

He stared at them, not able to make sense of them. What would “edaj” mean?

He looked at his notes again, seeing the small note he had written.

Enochian is spelled right to left.

He looked at it again, and got it.

J

A

D

E.

It was a name, presumably of the victim. If he translated the rest of the victims he would probably see their names too.

Dean spun around to get his laptop. He would research Jade and see if he could find where she lived, and hopefully this could lead to Castiel’s location.

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Dean turned on the news after 4 hours of research. Jade’s location was in Chicago, but her murder took place in Lebanon. The most recent victim’s death was also in Lebanon. He wasn't able to find out more, but he decided he would start there. He would pack a bag and ride to Lebanon, which wasn't too far from where he was now. 

Dean laughed. He had sworn he would never go back there, not after he murdered his father. It wasn't because of his father’s death, but because it was where his life went to hell. 

But to meet Castiel...it’d be worth it.

The newscaster came on the screen.

“There seems to be a message from Castiel, infamous murderer, to another well known serial killer, Dean Winchester here in Lebanon--”

Dean’s mouth dropped open as he paused the screen, processing that information. Castiel knew about him? And left a message? His brain was trying to process it, and he hadn't even seen the message yet. He unpaused the screen.

“--Kansas. It seems to be in the same ancient language seen in his mutilations. Here’s the message:”

Dean scrambled to get his pen and notebook then paused the screen on the message, reading it first.

WINCHESTER, I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR ME. LET’S MEET.

GRAPH FAM VAN MED NA  FAM’TAL MED TAL  DON VAN MED GON

A/N: I can’t copy and paste the actual Enochian letters--so sorry about that!

Dean reread the message. The letters telling him where to meet Castiel was in Enochian letters, so Dean got to work translating. It didn't take him as long as he thought, only thirty minutes, but he got the message. He stared at it for a significant amount of time before taking a deep breath, grabbing his bag, then getting in his impala.

The message? 

YOUR MOM’S HOUSE

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Castiel sat in Dean’s old house, his victim tied to a chair at the moment, gagged because he wouldn't stop pleading. He was sure Dean would be here soon, he had to have learned Enochian by now if he was following Castiel all this time. He didn’t know why he cared so much about Dean, but he did. He had researched him, the brief semi-bio written by his sibling, Sam. He assumed that his siblings knew of Dean’s murderous tendencies, but haven't turned him in because of sentiment. Castiel had found out about this house from his biography, learned about his upbringing, and numerous facts that led Castiel to invoking Dean. He wanted to meet the man.

A few hours later, he heard the door open. He took his blade, them stood in the hallway, meeting a pair of bright green eyes staring back at him.

Castiel was taken aback. He’d seen Dean numerous times, but something about seeing him in person hit him like a truck.

“Hello Dean.”

Dean Winchester met his eyes at the same intensity. “Cas.”

Castiel cocked his head at the nickname. “Cas?”

Dean shrugged. “Your name’s too long.”

He walked down the hallway, standing right in front of Castiel. “So,”

“So.”

“Why’d you call me here? How did you know about it? About me?”

“I’ll tell you soon...first I have to deal with someone.”

He turned and went back to the room with the victim in it.

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Dean followed him. Cas stopped in front of the man in the chair, taking out his blade.

“Your victim?” Dean asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Is it okay if I watch?”

Castiel nodded. “I want you to.”

Dean stepped back, getting a good view of Castiel as he did his work.

Cas pressed the tip of the blade onto the skin of the victim as he screamed behind the gag, but not moving.

“Elasa biab adagita bolape viruden.”

Dean recognized the words. It was on the last video shown on the news.

“A a dooain de elo.”

Then Castiel started his work. He looked like he was in a trance, focused only on the skin underneath his blade and fingertips and the language he was etching into them. Nothing else existed. Dean understood that.

It took an hour, but Cas finally finished, stabbed the man cleanly through the chest, then turned to Dean, cleaning his blade.

“You’re a genius.” Dean blurted. “I mean, clearly an artist.”

Castiel smiled. “Thank you Dean.”

He turned examining the cuts he made. “I don’t have much to clean up--we can talk afterward. Here, if you’re comfortable.”

Dean nodded. “I’m fine.”

As Castiel cleaned, Dean took a moment to take in his whole appearance. Every thing about the man screamed dominance. He had a certain aura around him that drew Dean in. It was impossible not to be drawn in. he was like a black hole.

Cas turned. “Follow me.”

Dean nodded. “I know this house, Cas--I lived in it for a chunk of my life.”

Castiel shrugged. “You have a point.”

They arrived in the living room, and sat across from each other. they stared for a while, not saying anything.

“I read about you.” Cas said suddenly.

Dean raised an eyebrow, asking to elaborate.

“Your brother, Samuel, had a small biography about you. I also saw you on the news. Your method of murder...it’s fascinating. Brilliant, though not my personal method.”

Dean scoffed. “There’s no thought behind my methods. You, however, have such precision...I was watching you now. It’s a bit of an honor.”

Cas laughed. God, he had a beautiful laugh...what?

“The language...I fell in love with it. It’s interesting.” 

Dean huffed. “That it is. How’d you learn it? I could barely decipher your message.”

Cas smiled. “It took several years...I’m surprised you learned as much as you did so quickly.”

“Yeah well, I wanted to meet you.”

Dean blushed a little. “So, is my method the reason why you called me out?”

Castiel seemed stopped cold by the question. “I...I just...wanted to meet you.” He said. “I felt, drawn to you, to be completely honest.”

Dean sucked in a breath. He couldn’t believe this. “Well, the feeling is returned, Cas.”

“I like that, Cas. It’s much easier to say than ‘Castiel.’”

The two men looked at each other, unsure what to say. This wasn’t turning out how he imagined.

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Castiel didn’t know what to do. to be honest, he really wanted to kiss the man. There was no use denying it--Dean fascinated him. No one’s captured that Castiel’s interest in all of his life. But Dean...he was truly worthy of attention.

Castiel debated with himself whether he should so something about it or not. He hated how he was acting like a high schooler about this, but he had just met the man.

“Fuck it.” Castiel said.

He leaned in towards Dean, and met his lips. Dean’s eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. He relaxed, and kissed back.

Cas leaned back into his chair, meeting Dean’s widened, shocked eyes.

“I--Cas--”

“That’s the the real reason I reached out to you. I...want to consider a partnership.”

Dean laughed. “Actual partners in crime, in both senses of the phrase?”

Cas laughed. “I guess so.” 

Dean smiled and looked down. “Sure, Cas.”

Castiel stood up, kissing Dean again. “Anyone who says serial killers are emotionless are wrong.”

Dean nodded. “We’re still breaking the law.”

Castiel shrugged. “Do you care?”

Dean picked up Castiel’s blade and handed it to him. “Nope.”

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that’s it! I got stuck on this story a bit lol. I know a little bit about Enochian letters, but I couldn’t transcribe the actual letters in this story, so the language in this is probably completely wrong. Anyway, hope you guys don’t think I’m a serial killer now hahaha. thanks for reading :)

-river

[darrycurtises]

1-100 ;)

damb,,, thas a lot

1. What is you middle name? Louise!2. How old are you? Seventeen3. When is your birthday? March 244. What is your zodiac sign? Aries 5. What is your favorite color? Orange!6. What’s your lucky number? Nine7. Do you have any pets? Yes! I have two pups, one’s a big fat old beagle, and the other is a young sweet coonhound. The beagle is named Cooper, the coonhound is named Elvis, and they’re married. 8. Where are you from? Florida 9. How tall are you? 5′610. What shoe size are you? listen,,, don’t make fun of me,,, 9.511. How many pairs of shoes do you own? like 4? not many12. What was your last dream about? it was a while ago, and i was like mowing the lawn in the dark ? that was my whole dream?13. What talents do you have? im a really good baker 14. Are you psychic in any way? no15. Favorite song? listen i cant pick one so im just gonna list the top most played on my phone: white winter hymnal by fleet foxes, while you were sleeping by elvis perkins, postcards from italy by beirut, the plains/bitter dancer by fleet foxes, the transfiguration by sufjan stevens16. Favorite movie? its a tie between the martian and interstellar17. Who would be your ideal partner? I DONT KNOW AH18. Do you want children? yes i love babies but im gonna need the world to calm down a lil i cant subject someone to Hell World19. Do you want a church wedding? yes!20. Are you religious? yes im roman catholic and also im italian so im like,, religious strega nona21. Have you ever been to the hospital? yea i passed out while public speaking once and hit my head so they called an ambulance.22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? not really like i got pulled over for speeding once but thats it (im Quick)23. Have you ever met any celebrities? ALMOST. i went to tampa bay comic con in 2015 and we waited in line to see carrie fischer but then we had to leave early i was so pissed and im still pissed24. Baths or showers? both25. What color socks are you wearing? one’s grey, one’s pink w buffalos26. Have you ever been famous?  no27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? i would rather do anything else, ever, before being famous, it seems so horrible28. What type of music do you like? mostly indie? im pretentious29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? no, ive gone topless tho30. How many pillows do you sleep with?331. What position do you usually sleep in? on my side, facing the wall, knees tucked a lil32. How big is your house? 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms33. What do you typically have for breakfast? i don’t eat breakfast i get nauseous. only coffee for me thank u34. Have you ever fired a gun? yes im a good shot35. Have you ever tried archery? yes im a horrible shot36. Favorite clean word? ?? idk there’s too many. poodle.37. Favorite swear word? ass38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 2.5 days, it was an AP class39. Do you have any scars?all over my legs bc im shit at shaving40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?  yea41. Are you a good liar? really good actually like i think on my feet a lot42. Are you a good judge of character? yes43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? british but its probably offensive lmao44. Do you have a strong accent? i don’t think so. i had someone tell me i had a bit of a southern accent but not like they have out in the boonies45. What is your favorite accent? southern, but like a new orleans style46. What is your personality type? INFP47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? my decent pair of workout shoes lmao48. Can you curl your tongue? yup49. Are you an innie or an outie?  innie50. Left or right handed? right51. Are you scared of spiders? yes, deathly52. Favorite food?  chicken parmesan53. Favorite foreign food? chicken pho ga54. Are you a clean or messy person? as an individual clean but my room and car are messy55. Most used phrased? lordy lordy janet’s turning forty56. Most used word? idk??57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 10 mins w out make up 40 mins w make up58. Do you have much of an ego? i have a black hole of self deprecation where an ego would be59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? s u c c60. Do you talk to yourself? ye61. Do you sing to yourself? ye62. Are you a good singer? no!63. Biggest Fear? american girl dolls and mediocrity64. Are you a gossip? a lil bit65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? whiplas 201466. Do you like long or short hair? both! i have long hair and i wouldn’t look good w short hair but my sister has short hair and she’d look funny with long hair67. Can you name all 50 states of America? if i had a pen and paper otherwise id probably do a lot of repeating and id forget wyoming, sorry wyoming68. Favorite school subject? english and history both69. Extrovert or Introvert? introvert70. Have you ever been scuba diving? no71. What makes you nervous? any and all horror movies72. Are you scared of the dark? no73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? only if the mistake really matters, like lil mistakes don’t really matter74. Are you ticklish? yea75. Have you ever started a rumor? no! rumor people suck lmao76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? just like club president/babysitter that sort of thing77. Have you ever drank underage? listen ill tell u my family has tried to get me to drink my mom will order me daiquiris in restaurants, my sister offers me drinks, and the rest of my family always asks me if i want wine but alcohol is so gross idc if taste isn’t the point if it’s got that many calories it should taste better, i ain’t wasting time, money, and calories on drinks78. Have you ever done drugs? no 79. Who was your first real crush? ,,,,,,,,,,,,y’all are gonna make fun of me,,,,, wesley crusher,,,,80. How many piercings do you have? none i just never got around to it81. Can you roll your Rs? no82. How fast can you type? 60 wpm83. How fast can you run? i can go a mile at 6.5 w out dying84. What color is your hair? dark brown85. What color is your eyes? also dark brown86. What are you allergic to? nothing87. Do you keep a journal? nope88. What do your parents do? my mom is a claims adjuster, my dad is a professional ass89. Do you like your age? yes im the dancing queen90. What makes you angry? when people talk down to me91. Do you like your own name? yea, my initials spell ELF92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? i like Genevieve for a girl, boy idk yet 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? i want three, older and younger are girls, middle is a boy 94. What are you strengths? what is this a job interview?95. What are your weaknesses? i don’t have any, ass whole96. How did you get your name? my mom said to my dad “you can’t name this child Hunter if you did not carry it in ur stomach for nine months”97. Were your ancestors royalty? we were italian fishermen 98. Do you have any scars? you asked that in question 39 99. Color of your bedspread? white with the alphabet in black over and over100. Color of your room? orange!