"I miss you but only sometimes, I hate this and when I hate things I tend to drop them, understand Winchester?"
"Yes I do, Bishop but I know for a fact that you couldn't drop 'this' because 'this' is very, very hot."
"Hmmm….maybe your right, I am hot and your just warm."
He saw death as a sin, a sin that was forever clawing at him from the inside, trying to take a breath of the polluted air and let lose an earth shattering scream.
His whole life is death, blood and demons.
He smiles dull and lifeless as he adds another one to the count, bullet to head, to the chest and here he is smiling in terror at the blood that soaks his hands and stains them forever.
Death is a smiling face, following us though the days and the hours, grinning and grinning away as he makes us do his dance of tears and blood.
A giggle, a smile little and rare is all we have in hotels with plaid walls that scream at us wagging there fingers at the forbidden lips we kiss and the forbidden smiles we share.
"Did you tell him?"
"No, El, if I had, I would be dead and buried by now. Can you just wait; I'll tell them when it's right."
"Fine, well forbidden kisses taste better anyway."
Death finds us, wind, sleet or snow always with a smile as it slips in and out like a smirking snake ready to sink its teeth in, leaving only poison as a deadly reminder, it's here and here it will stay.
Sometimes its before your eyes smiling as you watch it do the work it's meant to do and sometimes it's in your own smile carrying out the dreaded deed yourself with a smile that's not quite your own.
It pulls your strings until you do it's bidding like a good little puppet, flawless moves as you strike and in all of this you don't think to take a knife and cut yourself free.
Sometimes his eyes low and sad forgive me without moving his lips and interrupting this little play we're putting on 'I'm going to kill you, you bitch' 'yeah, try let's see who dies first'
It always ends with a hidden smile as we retreat to the other sides of the tracks to bask in the pride of 'yet' another draw between lovers pretending to be enemies.
Sometimes he comes worry in every part of him, worry about everything the next death to the next forbidden kiss behind families' backs.
The gun will go off and bring the war into full gear as soon as the truth is smiling at them and of course we would have no more forbidden kisses but death piling bodies' sky high.
Most of the time those big sad eyes pull on my heart strings, it's like a rare gem you can't quite look away at the tears that shouldn't be there and the feelings you shouldn't have for the man that should be killing you rather then kissing you goodnight.
"I'm leaving; I can't keep lying to them, El. There my family, so I'm taking my baby and leaving."
"Well, you and your stupid car have fun together, goodbye."
"Elle, I meant you, yes of course I'm bringing the car but with you in it. We're running away, so you in, doll?"
"I knew that. How could I say no, Winchester, you're my ticket out of this death pit."
