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extreme ways (narrative, possibly open to dean or anita)
Aeon Flux was not afraid of anything... except, inexplicably, plastic straws. And when she set her mind to something (or more precisely, to eradicating someone), it was done. Some time ago, she decided to look into this Crossroads thing. Look into the demon that Dean was talking about owing his soul to.
She wasn't after silver bullets just for kicks. And she wasn't stupid enough to think they were all that she'd need, either. Shacking up with a Winchester had benefits that extended beyond the bedroom; Aeon was learning--and fast-- how to fight all the things that went bump in the night.
Aeon summoned the demon the way she knew it was done-- a picture of yourself, the bones of a black cat... she even fell down on her knees at the crossroads (on the opposite side of town from her apartment, not far from Arkham Asylum) and buried all the pieces of the puzzle, disturbing a chunk of asphalt to do it. ( She stood now, arms crossed over her chest, a gun on her hip and a gun on her back, waiting for the demon to appear. )
She wasn't after silver bullets just for kicks. And she wasn't stupid enough to think they were all that she'd need, either. Shacking up with a Winchester had benefits that extended beyond the bedroom; Aeon was learning--and fast-- how to fight all the things that went bump in the night.
Aeon summoned the demon the way she knew it was done-- a picture of yourself, the bones of a black cat... she even fell down on her knees at the crossroads (on the opposite side of town from her apartment, not far from Arkham Asylum) and buried all the pieces of the puzzle, disturbing a chunk of asphalt to do it. ( She stood now, arms crossed over her chest, a gun on her hip and a gun on her back, waiting for the demon to appear. )