Title: fallin' fallen angels.
Series: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke owns, yessir.
Warnings: Season 4/5 spoilers. Character death, character bashing, language, violence. Crack fic.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Anna, various.
Rating: PG-13/T.
Other: This... started out as an idea my friend and I had while talking on trillian a few days ago. Neither of us really like Anna, so I wrote this "how to tastefully kill Anna in 66 ways" sort of drabble series. She was supposed to collaborate with me, but I guess she got distracted. Or I kinda got carried away. But it's a gift!fic now, so. HI, BB. I'll be writing more for you! (Sorry, Anna fans, this is not a fic for you. You have been warned, so save the hate mail for someone who cares. IE: Not me.)
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"But we were so close... in Hell," the demon says, grinning wickedly down at him and she can see Dean freeze in horror. That fucking whore Lilith would have had Alistair be the one to hunt the angel-hearing bitch. Great, just great. And, damn it, she needed that stupid blond Winchester alive or Sam would go off the deep end (and not the one she wanted.)
As Alistair continues to pound on Dean like a fucking bongo drum (and damn, she can't even appreciate it), Ruby moves towards the closet (and she could really crack so many jokes about that, but whatever) and opens it. The girl starts screaming instantly, terror in her eyes as Ruby deliberately lets the black of hers show. With a growl, she grabs the skinny tramp by the arm and yanks her out of the closet.
"Hey, Alistair!" Ruby calls. The older demon halts mid swing, Dean hanging limply in his grasp. She grins at him, winks and pushes Anna towards him. "Catch!"
Alistair grins back, dropping Dean to the ground and catching her. As the girl trembles in his hold, he strokes the side of her face with the back of his hand. Behind him, Sam grabs Dean, hauls him up and out the window the morons go, Ruby smoothly exiting out the door. Christ on the cross, why couldn't they have done the same thing? Always needlessly grandiose.
As she leaves, she hears Alistair gently say, "Well, let's get started, shall we?" She grins widely - she always did like Alistair.
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