This is part of the The-Turducken-Affairs' Mini Writing Extravaganza, a self-proclaimed writing event in which I've dedicated this Saturday (actually, only part of it, because I did end up having to do things. Ew. Things.) to writing Supernatural stuff. I've written updates for four preexisting stories and wrote a new one shot! Hooray?
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me.
Warning: Vague spoilers for Season 8.
A/N: Hopefully, if you recall what Naomi was up to, this will make sense! :)
Read, enjoy, review! :)
She's dangerous.
She's been in this mind, the shared existence of us, and she's dug around.
She's twisted and torn and shredded until he was a nice, shiny piece of angel- Because he allows himself to forget, when to not forget would be to take back a celestial breadth of things best left unstated. He'd have to recall all these nasty shrouds of eternal deceit and there really was so much blood.
He should be afraid of her, he is on a baser level, but mostly, he's just compliant.
So she wins, making him bend to her will so prettily and she really has had far more time to learn her own craft than he ever did his own- the always clinging art of a most disobedient, budding twinkle of thought.
His mind turns to order under her ministrations, calling him back to angel code, and he obeys now.
But she's beginning to call for more blood and he'll have to remember something (fight this) soon.
This, I hope he does quickly.