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enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-02-11 12:28 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-02-11 12:28 pm
[QT!] Albert Einstein quote
“The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has limits.”
It really was a beautiful gun. The long barrel, all the engraving in the handle. She studied it closely as she drove away from the motel room, taking note of every groove in the handle, every inch of detail in the barrel. It was an old fashioned weapon, but that was what she liked about it. In the old days they used to put effort into their weaponry, worrying more about personal touches than producing as many as possible, so much so that instruments of death like this one became almost like pieces of art, coming to be worth so much more in the future than just a means of self protection. She had envied it for a long time—watched them with it for a long time, tracking it’s possession through the various hands until she realized that it had fallen into the hands of the Winchester boys. That was when she knew it was her time to strike.
It really had been all too easy. With the two boys passed out in the next room from the African dream root, all she had to do was sneak in, crack the safe, and sneak back out again before they even woke up. The dream root would have them incapacitated, and the crime itself would be like taking candy from a baby. She really was surprised when they just told her to get a room in the motel and stick around. Or when they bought the fact that Bobby had saved her life in Flagstaff. Or when she suddenly showed up with what they needed, especially when she had at first told them no. But if they were going to be that stupid and play right into her hands, then really, who was she to not take advantage of the situation.
But then again, they weren’t necessarily on their game. They were distracted by the plight of a friend, and while it was cruel of her to use Bobby’s situation to her advantage—she wasn’t exactly above that sort of thing either. The boys should have known that, and since they were distracted, that thought seemed to slip their minds. This was an action that was probably going to invoke the wrath of Dean Winchester yet again, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She managed to charm him out of not killing her before, and she was fairly certain she could do it again, and even if she couldn’t?
For the price she was being paid for this? It was most certainly worth it.
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It really was a beautiful gun. The long barrel, all the engraving in the handle. She studied it closely as she drove away from the motel room, taking note of every groove in the handle, every inch of detail in the barrel. It was an old fashioned weapon, but that was what she liked about it. In the old days they used to put effort into their weaponry, worrying more about personal touches than producing as many as possible, so much so that instruments of death like this one became almost like pieces of art, coming to be worth so much more in the future than just a means of self protection. She had envied it for a long time—watched them with it for a long time, tracking it’s possession through the various hands until she realized that it had fallen into the hands of the Winchester boys. That was when she knew it was her time to strike.
It really had been all too easy. With the two boys passed out in the next room from the African dream root, all she had to do was sneak in, crack the safe, and sneak back out again before they even woke up. The dream root would have them incapacitated, and the crime itself would be like taking candy from a baby. She really was surprised when they just told her to get a room in the motel and stick around. Or when they bought the fact that Bobby had saved her life in Flagstaff. Or when she suddenly showed up with what they needed, especially when she had at first told them no. But if they were going to be that stupid and play right into her hands, then really, who was she to not take advantage of the situation.
But then again, they weren’t necessarily on their game. They were distracted by the plight of a friend, and while it was cruel of her to use Bobby’s situation to her advantage—she wasn’t exactly above that sort of thing either. The boys should have known that, and since they were distracted, that thought seemed to slip their minds. This was an action that was probably going to invoke the wrath of Dean Winchester yet again, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She managed to charm him out of not killing her before, and she was fairly certain she could do it again, and even if she couldn’t?
For the price she was being paid for this? It was most certainly worth it.
425 words