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Obviously this bitch doesn't know that much about the Winchester brothers. They got each other's back. Always.
"But, not just a simple, bloody death. I get to watch him die all twisted and broken while he looks into your emotionless, empty eyes as you squeeze the last breath from his lips."
God, he just wants her to shut up already. He wants to puke so bad he can taste it in the base of his throat. But hell, he ain't no quitter and he sure as hell ain't going down without a damn fight.
She leans in to hover an inch from his face and he can't help but smirk up at her then. This stupid, demon-wanna-be reject of Hell. He arches his head back and flings it forward. He can't help the smile that spreads across his face or the chuckle that slips out when she lets out a painful grunt as skull meets skull. Who gives a shit if he just amped his own headache up by untold degrees, it's all good.
Of course, never one to think things entirely through first, he is rewarded with an arm across his throat and a shower of spit to his face as she lets her fury fly.
"You will learn to behave, just like the pathetic dog that you are! You are mine Dean, to do with what I will. Maybe I'll parade you around on a leash and laugh as you whimper and whine for my attention!"
"Blah, blah blah. Whatever. I am still going to kill you. Bitch."
She turns to address his brother, still held prisoner, still in shackles.
"Sam? Ohhhhh Sammy? How much longer do you think he'll last?"
The whore looks back at him, tilts her head and seems to give him a quick once over. It makes his skin crawl. She is looking at him but her words are definitely directed at Sam.
"Um, I'm guessing it's going to take a heck of a lot longer to come down from the high this time." Looks back to the cage again. "Say so long to your big brother Sam."
Shit. She ups the pressure on his throat and he feels like he's on the verge of passing out, his airway blocked by her grip. Damn it, she packs a hell of a lot more of a punch that he thought. Figures.
She looks down at him, stares into his eyes and raises the needle so he can see the contents swirl within.
"Should we finally get this party started?"
He feels tears sting the corner of his eyes as it dawns on him that this is actually going to happen. This crone is actually going to jab him with her taint. She has every intention of making him just like her. Figures that the one glimmer of hope he always clings to when he gets himself into this kind of freakshow is currently attached to a damn metal box. He is right there but he may as well be on another planet. He wishes Sam was anywhere else than stuck in this shithole with him, at least then he would be safe.
Shit. Christ. No. Please. Sam can't help him and he can't help Sam. A wave of despair flows through him at that.
The tension on his neck eases up a bit and he sucks in a shaky breath.
"Just kill me you evil sack of shit. Spare me the drama queen act would ya? You kinda suck at it." Please?
"For the last... I don't want to kill you Dean, you are just the little itty bitty pawn in a much bigger game. Well, maybe that's not entirely true. I do want to kill parts of you, the ones that make you who you are. Goodbye humanity. Goodbye righteousness. Piece by piece you will crumble away, like dust in the wind. But, believe it or not, this isn't about you. It's Sam who will truly suffer. He will suffer just like those who knew me in another life did. They didn't deserve it but he does."
Wait, hold the phone a damn minute. This doesn't make sense. None of it. Sam... Sam couldn't have... Didn't this... didn't this hag say that she hasn't had this much fun in centuries? So... either Sammy has somehow managed to keep it a secret that he's a hundred and some odd years old, or something stinks here, and it sure as hell ain't just him.
"Wow. You are a piece of work you know that? Newsflash for you ugly, not buying the poor me routine. And not buying that Sam turned you into whatever the frick you are. But I'll let you in on a little secret. Don't tell Sam, but I'm damn proud of him for killing a heartless bitch like you, just sorry it didn't stick. So yeah, I'm on to you. You're not who you say you are. Nah, you're just another demon skank who needs to be put down like the damn dirty dog that you are."
He hears a rattle and a bang come from the other side of the room. Sam. Even tied and gagged he is telling him that he is onto something here.
Her eyes blaze and he sees a snarl form on her lips. Huh, that hit the nail on the head. But okay, maybe goading some devil spawn isn't the smartest move he's ever made.
"Goodbye Sammy's brother."
If only he had enough time to figure the rest of it out.
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