A/N: And my never ending obsession with Dark/Demon Dean continues. "Bon appetit" means "enjoy your meal."
Summary: SPN100 Challenge. Drabble word: squirm. Demon Dean delivers a special package to his good friend Hannibal Lecter. My compliments to the chef.
Word Count: 100 on the nose between the line and the -30- symbol.
Those intense blue eyes widened, as though he could see the good doctor's true form. The prize squirmed against the dark chains that bound him to the chair. Bloody, torn tan raincoat. A curious looking symbol carved into his bare, bruised chest.
Hannibal read Dean's note again.
"Remember you said you wanted to taste Heaven? Well, here you go. Name's Castiel. You know I'm a demon, so I figure you'll believe me when I say he's an angel. I'll pass on this one. I don't like pigeons. Long story. And whatever you do don't unchain the sorry bastard."
Hannibal smiled.
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