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Glory/Ben (hopeandglory) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-27 19:28:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, glory

Who: Glory & Dean Winchester
What: Winchester Brainz!
Where: Street Corner in Lawrence.
When: 27th October
Rating: TBD. Brainz.
Status: In Progress

The reporter SHOULD have made her mind clearer. She should have made things easier to understand. Maybe it was because she couldn't spell to save her life. Maybe that was why her mind was still all jumbled. Of course she felt better than she did before she took the reporter, but all the same she stumbled a little as she walked and knew she needed more. Knew she desperately and completely needed someone else to make her feel right. And she had to get Dawn soon. What was Gentle Ben playing at? Why was he taking so long.

"Slipping slipping loosing time, time, mixes, mixes matches, always switching always finding its way home but not me, not me"

She couldn't find her minions, she'd sent them home thinking she'd be fine. She wasn't. She needed more, needed someone else, someone, anyone, just energy, brain energy, she craved it, needed it. She had no choice. She scanned the streets desperately looking for something. Who she spotted though. Oh that was too perfect. Slay bitch would hurt with this. She'd hurt like Glory hurt. Her sister would die but her lover. He'd hurt worse. One of the Winchesters, the shorter one. He was Dean she thought the name was. Dean Winchester. And he was hers. She thought about becoming Ben to get close but she wouldn't risk it. Ben could be such a bleeding heart sometimes. Mmm. Bleeding Hearts. She should call in on Spike sometime. Make his heart bleed.

"Bleed like fire and flame underground, hidden in a box, hidden in a box"

NO. No she had to do it right. She just had to. Focus. Focus for a little while and it would all be better.

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sonovabitch
2010-03-30 01:42 am UTC (link)

Dean was coming out of a bar. Nothing at all unusual with that scene, especially not since he came from hell. However, since .. hooking up with Buffy, he found most of his free time was spent at the apartment complex rather then pushing the memories away with just enough alcohol to keep him numb. It wasn't the the nightmares stopped. The self-loathing had gone away. It was just that Buffy was a very welcome distraction. No ... she was much, much more than that. And whatever it was was enough to keep him out of bars for the most part. But not always.

He'd gone the the bar mostly because he'd wanted the space. The came .. he couldn't believe he actually felt this way, was great. He couldn't remember the last time he'd looked forward to, had been excited over something. Had enjoyed something so well. Excluding the most recent prank war with Sam. Which had been a good time in and of itself. Since Hell .. it'd been hard. And Dean wasn't slow enough not to realize that half of these good feelings and good times spent with Sam likely wouldn't have happened if they hadn't had to focus on helping the people at up the complex. However, as great as all of that was. Dean had wanted, no, needed his space.

He was coming from the bar. Not half as drunk as he should have been. Pulling his keys from his coat pocket, heading towards his car.

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hopeandglory
2010-03-30 02:26 pm UTC (link)

Glory hadn't even really been following this one, but she knew who he was. She wasn't stupid and as soon as she'd arrived had looked into the local flavour. The demons-in-people had been very helpful and they'd mentioned Dean and Sam Winchester. They'd all been a buzz about Sam, but it was Dean that she was interested in, he and the Slayer, there was something there. There was definitely something there. There was a reason. Revenge. Glory hated Buffy and probably always would. And if she could make her hurt before she made her die, all the better.

It was why he'd become a target.

"Dean right? Dean Winchester?" she asked, moving with Godlike speed to get to his side. He'd been in a bar, she thought that might mean his reflexes were dull. Not that it mattered to her. Not at all. She was a God, she was the great splendiferous Glorificus. She could take him with one hand tied behind her back. If he was as smart a hunter as they all said, he'd know just how screwed he was.

"You and me need to talk"

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sonovabitch
2010-04-02 04:17 pm UTC (link)

Dean hadn't recognized the voice, but even before he looked up he knew that something was wrong. Maybe it was from the way that the air just shifted. However, he was thinking oh, shit long before he saw who it was. Just his fucking luck.

Of course, Dean knew how screwed he was. Dean'd been screwed before in most variations of the word. That didn't mean he would show fear or not be an ass about it. He was Dean Winchester after all. He was cocky til Death. Except, you know, when being shredded by hell dogs. In cases like that, it was a few moments til Death. "Do I look like Dr. Phil to you?" He asked, turning his attention away from her and back to his keys, as if he fully intended to get away from this. "I said all I had to say about your badly permed abnormally shaped head. If you want to talk to some people about fixing that, the hairdressers down the street. The plastic surgeon is down town and a psychiatrist office is a few blocks to your right. Go wild."

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