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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
2010-04-02 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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