Mine; All Mine
tag to jus in bello
batshit!dean
serialkiller!dean
dean'stheYED'slapdog
…warning's for all. Oh, and language.
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"Your father was a bastard, Dean." Hendrickson practically goddamn singsonged, tossing a sheaf of pictures down on the table. "Killed your mother and fucked you and Sammy right to hell."
Literally and figuratively, he was sure. John Winchester struck him as the type with a penchance.
"Don't call him that." Dean said barely glancing at the pictures. "Only I get to call him that."
Fuck yeah, John Winchester had fucked those boys up real good.
"Right." Hendrickson rolled his eyes. "Your father was a sick, murdering son of a bitch Dean."
"No he wasn't." Dean smiled, looking at the picture of a charred black corpse with only patches of blonde hair stuck to it. So pretty...she had been so pretty. "Is it all the same as before?"
Hendrickson felt his stomach turn. "I do not know. Does it matter?"
"No." Dean grinned, "They're both mine anyways."
Hendrickson felt his stomach seize up on him and regurgitated his cheap surf and turf near the bolted window.
Dean looked up, he didn't mind. Jessica had thrown up too before he cut her stomach open. Maybe when he tore her clothes off and reminded her that he liked the smurfs too.
"Mom was my first, because he told me too, but Jessica was for me." Dean frowned at the memory, "She was going to take away Sam, but he was mine. He promised him to me."
Dean grinned happily, "He's all mine now, and no one's going to take him away from me."
He thought about it, "Especially you."
He thought about it some more, and then Victor Hendrickson's head twisted around and around, and he fell to the floor with a cracking sound as his skull split open.
"All mine. Forever."