Dean. (rocksaltmetal) wrote in peaklogs, @ 2013-11-02 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel: _castiel_ |
Who: Demon!Dean & Castiel
When: Midday.
Where: Outside an abandoned cafe.
What: Meeting.
Warnings: R for Dean's mouth and whatever happens.
Status: Open.
Three days since he ended up here. He found an abandoned apartment building and slept a single day away, huddled under the covers and allowing his need for sloth to take over. What he's lacking now is a hefty cheeseburger and a whole pie. Gorging himself always makes him feel better especially in his own situation.
He met a Sam. It wasn't his Sam and the kid happened to be sixteen, poor little thing having the apple pie life in his eyes, the need for normal and really believing he never caused his own Dean any pain. Speaking of which... he needed to find all the Deans of this place and get rid of them. While he liked the idea of having his own personal mirrors looking around, a testament to how good he looks. He feels like he's the original, even if he's a perverted version of himself that his old self would have never wanted to see the light of day.
And now some guy wants to meet him. Says he knows him and he still hasn't run into a part of town that is workable. Much as he likes the whole war and death thing, he likes a taste of innocence and cleanliness in his sights. Something to tarnish. All the rubble and blood gets boring after awhile.
He flips the network phone closed, and plops down on the wire framed white chair backwards, leaning forward and scrolling through the musical playlist that came with it. All shit. Mostly pop music and some rap and rnb. Don't they know any classics? Some Zepplin and Leppard would do him mighty fucking good right now.