Title: tomorrow's problem
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 190
Point of view: third
Prompt: Azazel & wee!Dean, "You're the one who kills me? Really?"
He watches from the shadows as they bring newborn Dean Winchester home from the hospital. He's pink and tiny, mewling, disgusting like all young humans are. They could at least have the decency to be somewhat cute, like baby snakes. Honestly.
He watches from the shadows for six months, and then he slithers into Dean's nursery while sweet Mary and soldier-boy with the easily-breakable neck try for a second kid down the hall.
"You're the one who kills me?" he asks the snuffling brat. "Really?"
Dean blinks up at him. Azazel stretches out a tendril of smoke, gently touches the soft cheek.
"I could kill you right now, kiddo," he murmurs. "Like I did your daddy. Like I will your mama, when the time comes. It's quite clear you'll be an annoyance in the days ahead."
He remembers Dean's smirk, his quiet surety. His anger.
"No," he decides. "One day, when you're tall and strong, you'll be so much fun to torment." He lightly pats Dean's cheek, then mutters "What the hell," leaning down to brush sulfuric lips against Dean's forehead.
He vanishes, cackling, as Dean begins to wail.