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[OTC] Walk the Line
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jstliketherifle, Sam = likely_evil. Set after THIS.]
She was walking a fine line between the two of them. Screwing over one brother to work for the other, and then screwing the other right back again, literally this time. Granted there was a dream involved most of the time with the literal screwing, but still—it was a bit twisted, even as far as she was concerned. She was the unwilling go-between between two warring parties, stealing things from one to give to the other, and then stealing it back because the other one demanded of it.
This wasn’t just about hating Sam, or hating Dean, or hating what they were doing to her. It wasn’t a matter of fear either, although fear of one brother Winchester was a bit higher than the other. She wasn’t in this for the money, and she wasn’t exactly sure why that wasn’t the case. Cheap thrills weren’t really her kind of thing. But apparently there was a deeper need in this, one that she herself didn’t fully understand, that she wouldn’t question at this precise moment in time. Instead, she would focus on the matter at had, and catching up with her contact.
“You’re late.”
Bela’s eyes narrowed slightly in the girl’s direction before she brushed her hair over her should with a sigh. “He wanted to cuddle afterwards.” The girl was a mouse of a demon, skittish—a raw bundle of nerves and energy. Her eyes darted in every direction as Bela approached her, adjusting her coat around her body as to cover herself up. Not that there was anything to cover—it was a dream, it left no real marks on her body, but she could still feel them well enough. She strode purposefully over to the other woman, tilting her head to the side and looking expectant. “Did you get it or not?”
( *** )
765 words
wayward_au. Dean = jstliketherifle, Sam = likely_evil. Set after THIS.]She was walking a fine line between the two of them. Screwing over one brother to work for the other, and then screwing the other right back again, literally this time. Granted there was a dream involved most of the time with the literal screwing, but still—it was a bit twisted, even as far as she was concerned. She was the unwilling go-between between two warring parties, stealing things from one to give to the other, and then stealing it back because the other one demanded of it.
This wasn’t just about hating Sam, or hating Dean, or hating what they were doing to her. It wasn’t a matter of fear either, although fear of one brother Winchester was a bit higher than the other. She wasn’t in this for the money, and she wasn’t exactly sure why that wasn’t the case. Cheap thrills weren’t really her kind of thing. But apparently there was a deeper need in this, one that she herself didn’t fully understand, that she wouldn’t question at this precise moment in time. Instead, she would focus on the matter at had, and catching up with her contact.
“You’re late.”
Bela’s eyes narrowed slightly in the girl’s direction before she brushed her hair over her should with a sigh. “He wanted to cuddle afterwards.” The girl was a mouse of a demon, skittish—a raw bundle of nerves and energy. Her eyes darted in every direction as Bela approached her, adjusting her coat around her body as to cover herself up. Not that there was anything to cover—it was a dream, it left no real marks on her body, but she could still feel them well enough. She strode purposefully over to the other woman, tilting her head to the side and looking expectant. “Did you get it or not?”
( *** )
765 words
