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Tweak says, "Malibu!"

Miles Matheson [Revolution] (butiwaswrong) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-04 18:34:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester (end!verse), parker

Who: Parker and Dean (end!verse)
What: Dean stops by the apartment
When: This afternoon
Warnings: Potentially explosive Dean. Language.

He'd been careless. he hadn't put enough thought in to his plan of attack. he'd lured Alastair to the crisis center, and he'd rushed it. He'd been over eager, too focused on the end result to bother with the details.

He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. He'd checked that Parker was at the casino, and Cas was off somewhere, he didn't care where. With the Enochian symbols Cas had long ago carved into his ribs, Dean was virtually undetectable, not even Cas could find him unless Dean allowed it. With both Parker and Cas busy, he figured he could slip into the apartment, get what he needed and get out before anyone even knew he was there. Then he could figure out how to lure Sam to some secluded spot, somewhere other than the crisis center. He'd have to figure that out. He was more interested in getting his collection of knives, at the moment.

He let himself in the apartment. Squeaky squawked from his cage. Dean didn't acknowledge the little creature. He didn't have time to pay him any attention. he was on a mission. he needed to get his blades and get out, so he could properly plan his attack on Lucifer. Going after the devil was serious business.

He fished out the tackle box he kept in the back of his closet. The knives were small, and less magical than Ruby's blade, but he had several, and he knew how to use them. He knew where to stab, for maximum effect. He'd just been over zealous and not focused enough when he'd gone after Alastair. He couldn't afford to make the same mistakes with Lucifer. The case also housed a bit of salt, some iron, silver, and holy water. It would be enough to immobilize Lucifer. He wasn't hopeful that he might save Sam, but he would try his damnedest in any case.

With the tackle box in hand, Dean started for the door.

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inafivepoundbag
2011-03-04 11:56 pm UTC (link)

Having heard about what Dean had done to Druitt, Parker had left the casino in the hopes of tracking the man down. She hadn't bothered to text him; she didn't think he'd even reply. Instead she opted to start at the apartment and spread outward from there. Fortunately, she got lucky and stepped inside only to come face to face with the very person she'd been hoping to find.

Of course, finding Dean and having an idea what to say to him were two completely different things. Truth be told, Parker was a bit horrified at what he'd done. However, she knew and understood that Dean was not his younger self and was not as well put together as people seemed to think he was. So while she wasn't approving of him attacking someone, she also understood there were likely factors involved that wouldn't make much sense to anyone but were quite justifiable reasons in Dean's own mind.

In short, Parker didn't agree with him but she wasn't going to turn her back on him either. She just had to figure out what to say. Finally, once she was fully inside the apartment and had shut the door behind her, she gave Dean a quick once over. Her stomach dropped a bit at the sight of the tackle box, knowing perfectly well what was inside. Swallowing, she met his gaze and arched one eyebrow. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket and leaned lightly, casually against the door.

"Going fishing?"

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butiwaswrong
2011-03-05 12:00 am UTC (link)

If he'd been just five seconds quicker...Dean shook his head. He was here now, Parker was here. He just had to deal with it, and make sure she didn't get in his way. Once he flushed Lucifer out of Sam, whether or not Sam survived, they'd all see he wasn't crazy. He had full knowledge of what he was doing, and he wasn't wrong. He simply couldn't afford to let Parker get in his way now, and if he wanted to salvage any kind of relationship with Cas, he couldn't hurt her or name her a casualty in his war either.

"Yeah. Fishing. Let's go with that. Get out of my way, Parker." Bean didn't want to use force, but he would. She was small, and he could bowl her over without much effort. He just didn't want to get physical. He needed all his strength to deal with Lucifer. "This doesn't concern you," he added, lowering his eyes hoping a glare would convince her to move away from the door.

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inafivepoundbag
2011-03-05 12:09 am UTC (link)

Parker wasn't sure if Dean had actually lost his mind or if he just wasn't thinking straight. Not because of what he'd done to Druitt, and not because of whatever he was planning now, though. No, she wondered because he honestly seemed to think barking an order and glaring at her was going to work when he knew for a fact that one of her closest friends was Eliot Spencer. And considering how rarely Eliot's glares and orders worked, Parker really was not impressed at Dean's attempt in the slightest.

Straightening up, she made sure her feet were spaced a good bit apart and her shoulders were squared. She didn't step closer, didn't do anything to look confrontational. Just making it very clear she wasn't going to budge. Not yet, at least.

"When a mob shows up here looking for you, it's going to concern me a whole lot," she pointed out evenly before looking to the tackle box then back to him again. "Who's next?"

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butiwaswrong
2011-03-05 12:14 am UTC (link)

"I'm going to finish what I started." Hopefully that would throw the trail off Sam. If Parker ran to Cas as soon as Dean was gone, and he knew she would, she'd tell Cas that he was going after Druitt again. That should buy him enough time to get Sam alone, and no one would be able to find them, because Sam's ribs were carved with the Enochian protective symbols same as Dean's.

"Leave it alone, Parker. You're not ready to run with the big boys." He knew he was being unnecessarily harsh, but he had to show her he didn't have time to play games. He needed to get on with it. He needed to take care of Lucifer before Lucifer decided to show himself and destroy the city. It was only a matter of time all along, and since Dean had gone after Alastair, he'd probably pushed things along quite a bit faster than Lucifer intended. Lucifer had to know Dean was on to him, and he needed to act fast, before Juno gave birth and handed an innocent baby over to the devil thinking he was going to a stable, responsible father. The kid didn't have a chance, really, and Dean was not going to sit around and let bad things happen to an innocent baby.

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inafivepoundbag
2011-03-05 12:19 am UTC (link)

Okay, that hurt. It didn't bother her as much as it might have bothered others, because the truth was that Parker would be pretty awful at doing the things Dean could do without some practice first. However it did sting that he would say such a thing, in such a harsh way. She wasn't going to let it lose sight of her goal, though, which was mostly to just get a feel for how far gone he was to see if there was any chance of talking him down. She didn't want to go to Cas if she didn't have to but she would, if it came down to it.

"Don't make me steal your box," she simply replied to his statement, shrugging her shoulders in a casual way despite the wariness shining in her eyes and embedded in her stance. She decided to try a new tactic.

"Why go after Druitt?"

Maybe if she could find out why he did it she could figure out his next move. She really doubted he'd be stupid enough to go after the same guy twice, so soon together, particularly when the man was now with friends. But obviously his train of thought was leading him to the next person on his little mental hit list.

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butiwaswrong
2011-03-05 12:30 am UTC (link)

"His name," Dean all but spat, "is Alastair. He's the demon who tortured me in Hell, Parker." Dean's tone was just short of dismissive. Parker had no idea what Hell was like. He'd been on the racks for thirty years, before he'd broken. Thirty years he'd been tormented, tortured by Alastair's hand. It wasn't the sort of thing that was easily forgotten.

"Now I'm only gong to ask one more time. Get the fuck out of my way." If looks could kill, he'd be shooting bullets out of his eyes. His posture clearly said he was not above hitting her, shoving her out of the way. She was not going to stand in the way of his mission.

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inafivepoundbag
2011-03-05 12:49 am UTC (link)

Parker almost moved. She was so taken aback at Dean's explanation, so utterly confused for a moment, that she very nearly listened when he told her to get out of the way. At the last second, though, she regained her center and shook her head slightly. Her blond locks swayed to and fro as she tried her best to keep Dean talking.

"Not so fast," she insisted. "Whoever you're going after next isn't going anywhere. We're all stuck here, remember?" She reasoned. Hesitating briefly, she next asked, "If Alastair was posing as Druitt, how many others are out there doing the same thing?"

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butiwaswrong
2011-03-05 01:01 am UTC (link)

"Don't care," Dean sneered. "I'll kill them all." He'd kill every last living thing in Colligo if he had to. Unfortunately he had to start with Sam. Well, no. He'd started with Druitt, only he'd failed. He wasn't goig to fail again. Sam first, and then he'd go back to Druitt. Once Lucifer and Alastair were out of the way, the rest of them would be easy enough to pick off, with the exception of Crowley. He sort of regretted that he'd have to kill his boss, but if he was going to kill everyone in the town, it would be best to take Crowley out fairly early in the game.

Dean gripped the handle of his tackle box firm in his left hand. That left his right free. He still suffered some stiffness when it rained, but he barely noticed any more. His hand was good as new, and he'd regained full strength. It wouldn't take much to shove Parker out of his way, and he reached up to do just that. His hand collided with her shoulder, and he put most of his weight behind the shove to force her off balance and away from the door.

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inafivepoundbag
2011-03-05 01:33 am UTC (link)

Right. Clearly, nothing she said was going to help. Realizing she'd pushed him as far as she could, Parker was all set to step aside and just follow him when he left. However Dean moved first, his hand connecting with her shoulder and sending her stumbling back. She slammed into the wall with a good bit of pressure, the air knocked from her lungs with a muffled oomph.

Instantly, everything she'd ever learned about fighting - and while she was hardly Eliot, Parker was no slouch in that category - sprang up into her mind. She considered retaliating, knowing he would underestimate her and pretty sure she could get in some good licks before he'd even knew what was really going on. But Parker didn't want to fight him. She just wanted him to stop and think. So instead of grabbing him, spinning him around, and planting one against the bridge of his nose, she simply slipped right back between him and the door once more, this time pushing her back firmly against it.

If he wanted her to move, he was going to have to do better than that. Chin raised, she fixed him with a look that was part stubbornness, part pained. "You need to stop, Dean. Think about this for a second," she said firmly. A pause, emotions shining brightly in her eyes, Parker tacked on a barely whispered, clearly worried, "Please."

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butiwaswrong
2011-03-05 01:40 am UTC (link)

"I'm done thinking." Dean set the tackle box down, freeing both hands. He wasn't in the mood to fight with Parker. He had far more important fights to fight. He glared at her for a moment, figuring he'd throw her down without much effort if she went after the box.

And if she didn't got after the box, he'd forcibly remove her from the door way. He was aware Eliot had taught her a move or three, but she wasn't Eliot and no matter how rigorously he'd trained her, she wasn't coming from the same point of reference as Eliot. Eliot was one of the few people Dean expected could take him in a fight. Parker, not so much.

Dean had things to do, and Parker was not going to stop him. She was going down, one way or another, and if it wouldn't have put him way behind schedule, he'd consider tying her up to keep her from trying to follow him.

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inafivepoundbag
2011-03-05 03:25 am UTC (link)

Parker considered going for the tackle box. She was quick, she was crafty, she was a frigging thief. However she knew that's what Dean was likely hoping for, and she wasn't about to deliver. So instead she stood her ground, eyeing him as though he was a rabid animal capable of attacking at any moment. In a way, she supposed, he was.

Hoping Cas would show up, but not about to call for him, Parker gave a shake of her head. She had one more tactic to try, wanting to appeal to the part of him that might listen. "Not good enough," she stated flatly. "You screwed up. You went after Alastair and you didn't kill him. You're off your game, Dean. You're not going hunting, not like this."

She doubted her new way was going to work but it was the only real shot she had. They couldn't stay stuck in a stand-off forever and Dean was bound to make a move sooner, rather than later.

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butiwaswrong
2011-03-05 03:45 am UTC (link)

Dean growled. It was the only sound he made, low and rumbling. His lip twitched. And then he put his hands on Parker and physically moved her out of his way. He jerked her away from the door, and shoved her out of the way. His hands were not gentle, he didn't care if she hit the wall or the floor, didn't care if she hit her head or fell unconscious. All he cared about was getting her out of his way, and getting the hell out of there.

So he shoved her, and and he didn't even watch where she fell or how she landed. He lunged for the tackle box, and he hit the door running. He knew she was going to call Cas, as soon as she composed herself. He hoped to be long gone before then, because he knew Cas would try to stop him. He'd probably bought himself enough time to get to Sam with the false claim that he was going to hunt Druitt again. He couldn't afford to be wrong, he would save Sam from Lucifer, even if it killed him.

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inafivepoundbag
2011-03-05 04:29 am UTC (link)

Well, so much for that. Parker had just enough time to acknowledge the fact that her attempts to reason with him had failed, then she was being jerked and shoved. She hit the wall elbow first, her yelp of pain cut short as her back followed suit and, for the second time, all of the air was knocked from her. She struggled to draw in a breath, sliding roughly down the wall a few feet before managing to ease herself the rest of the way to the floor.

Knees drawn automatically to her chest, Parker rubbed at her elbow with her other hand and stared at the spot where Dean had just stood. Her elbow hurt and she was pretty sure she'd wind up with some bruising along her lower back from meeting the wall a couple of times. However, more than the physical aches she was suffering, was the emotional pain. She didn't process emotions well and the ones she had for Dean were complicated to say the least. To have this happen unsettled her, leaving her uncertain what to do or say, or how to even feel.

Slowly she drew her PDA from her pocket, fingers trembling slightly with leftover adrenaline as she texted Cas. If nothing else, he would know what to do, and at the very least deserved to know what was going on.

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