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Post by Katerina A. Spencer on Nov 30, 2012 3:03:07 GMT -5
"Demons need a host. Those aren't your scars, they belong to whatever chick you're riding. You act like this is my first time in this rodeo, demon."
Dean said before shaking his head once more. Kat didn' say anything. She sat there quietly. Dean spoke gain.
"You may have lived back then and you may have been on the rack. You may have been locked in the cage but what angel would pull you out of hell?"
He asked, eyes narrowing lightly. He didn't believe that bit for a second. Why should he?
He laughed again when she spoke, still with a sarcastic edge to his voice.
"What angel would give you your soul back? Especially knowing that you gotta jump some poor girl's meatsuit to keep going"
Kat sighed. She was a little hurt that he assumed that she was wearing some innocent human. For the record, she wasn't. She was in her own body. She looked at Dean with slightly wounded look.
"The Angel that rescued me, his name was Aidyn. He gave me my soul back beause he thought I deserved a chance to attone for what I've done. This isn't a meatsuit, Dean. This is my real body and the scars that you see are real. The scars are visble because Aidyn couldn't heal them all the way"
Hearing that she wanted to stop the apocalypse? His eyes rolled up slightly.
"You can't be serious? The apocalypse has been averted for years now.."
He stated with a shake of his head and roll to his eyes. Kat simply took a deep breath then spok softly.
"You're right. The one you and your brother averted has been over for years now. The demons have a new King of Hell. His name is Jophiel. Jophiel isn't your average demon. He's Lucifer's son and he wants to start the apocalypse again. His motive is revenge. He wants to avenge his father."
After Kat returned and told Dean that there were demons here, she watched him closely. He looked at her as he kept his eyes hidden from the demons.She saw that he was trying to determine whether or not she set him up or not. She felt kind of hurt tha he would really think that she set him up.
"Rambo and Terminator?"
He asked, of course talking about the demons. Kat nodded. She noticed that Dean had his hand in his jaket pocket and realized he was prbably getting ready to pull out a weapon. She looked at him and spoke softly.
"Yeah. Them. It won't be long before they sense us here. We can handle this situation one of two ways. We can pretend to be a happy couple and walk out unnoticed or we can try to take them on. The choice is yours but I personally think we should just leave."
She got up and stood next to Dean as she kept hereyeson the demons at the bar. They turned around and stared at her. Her body stiffened when she realized that they spotted her. She saw them look at Dean and stiffened again. She saw them walking away from thebar and towards her and Dean's table. She looked at Dean nervously.
"Dean, we have a problem. Rambo and Terminator spotted us. They know who we are. We have to leave, now"
She didn't wait for him to reply. She wrapped her hand around his arm andpulled himto hi feet. She grabbed his jacket and pushed it roughly into his arms. She started to lead him away from their table when she felt a hand on the back of her neck. She let go of Dean's arm. She flinched when she felt someone press up against her from behind and whisper in her ear.
"Hey Sweetheart, did you miss me?"
Rambo said. Kat recognized his voice and shook. Rambo was one of the demons that tortured her when she was in Hell. Kat broke free from his grip and moved away from him. She backed away until she was next to Dean. She watched in fear as Terminator made his way towards her and Dean.
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Dec 4, 2012 13:40:20 GMT -5
Dean could tell that he'd hurt the demons feelings and honestly, didn't give two shits about it. She was a demon, not some pretty little girl that needed his protecting. He could care less if she were hurt by his words. Hearing her speak on the angel that brought her back and returned her should his lip curled up in a sneer. Every word she spoke was only pissing him off more. "How could an angel put you back into a body that wasn't there anymore? Better yet. WHY? To attone? Bullshit. If that were the only reason then a thousand other demons could be getting the same fucking treatment. And the scars? Even a low-level angel could heal them as if they were nothing so don't bullshit me, alright. I'm not stupid and if your 'angel' couldn't heal the scars all the way, then he wasn't an angel. And besides that, those scars are on your soul, they're not visible on your skin. I only know because I have them to. Don't lie to me, I'm not stupid." He snapped out quietly, trying to keep his voice low enough so that no one other than the two of them could hear the conversation. He didn't need someone calling the cops or a psych unit to arrest his ass. "Besides, if you really had your soul back and you're back in your own body like you say, then you're not a demon anymore, sweetheart."
He hesitated at the mention of there being a new king in hell and even more so when he heard that it was Lucifer's son. How the hell was that even possible? More so, how was it possible that they didn't know about this kid until now. Instead of responding he put that into a folder in his mind to review later on as she mentioned that the demons he thought were the ones she'd pointed out were actually them. Instead of getting up his hand gripped tigher around his knife, practically begging for a fight. Of course, he knew that right now there was little he could do to actually kill the demons, but that didn't matter to him right now. "Sit down, you'll draw less attention to us." He commented quietly while the emerald gaze landed on her face. And then she spoke again and his eyes rolled up. "You know nothing of subtlety, do you?" He asked in annoyance. If she'd just calmed the hell down and stopped staring at them then they may have gone completely un-noticed, but no.. Stupid woman.
He sighed silently at the girl pulled him to his feel. Slowly he pulled his jacket on, all the while his hand was wrapped around his knife. Green eyes turned onto the demons that moved closer to them, watching as their eyes flicked black for that brief second. "Oh look, the welcoming committee." He stated under his breath just before Kat had placed herself next to him. "Let's go." He said to Kat, grabbing her arm just above the elbow and steering her toward the door. If it came to some supernatural sort of fight, he'd rather it be ouside and away from the demons.
The black-eyed bitches followed menacingly along behind him and Kat as he held tightly to her arm and basically pushed her to and through the door and out onto the street. His gaze quickly swept over the square and was surprised to find that they were alone out here, well.. save for the two demons that burst through the door seconds later. "Move." He said to Kat to get her out of the way before yanking the long handled blade from his jacket and wheeling around. His intention? Cut the head off of Terminator. Did he succeed? Yes. Unfortunately as soon as the head hit the cobble-stone walk Rambo caught on and using his telekenisis threw Dean at the brick wall beside the door of the bar which caused him to drop the knife in the process.
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Post by Katerina A. Spencer on Dec 5, 2012 3:57:17 GMT -5
Kat smiled as she watched Dean successfully cut terminator's head off. Her smile turne dinto a frown when she she the look on Rambo's face and realized that he just figured out who Dean is. She looked at Dean.
"Dean, watch...."
Before she can finsh warning him, Rambo telekinetically throws Dean into the wall by the door to the bar. As Dean slams into the wall, he drops his knife.
"....out"
Kat charges at Rambo and lifts her wrist. She telekinetically throws him into a nearby garbage can and smiles when he passes out.
Knowing that he won't stay down for long, Kat hurries over to where Dean's knife is and picks it up then hurries over to Dean. She offers him her hand as she looks at him.
"Dean, take my hand"
To her relief, he doesn't argue. He take sher hand and lets her pull him to his feet. he sways a little. Kat sees him and steadies him on his feet then hands him his knife.
She hears a low growl coming from where the garbae can is and sees Rambo getting back up on his feet. he sees her staring at him.
Rambo snarls at her as he makes his way back over to where they are, ready to fight. Kat roundhouse kicks him in the gut and sends him staggering backwards. She pulls out hr knife and advances on him. She raises the knife and trie sto stab him. He sidesteps, spins, grabs her arm, twists, and suddenly brings Kat's arm down upon her, and, using her own hand, Rambo stabs her. Shocked, she sees that she is impaled deep, through the side, under the ribs. She manages to push Rambo away.
She looks down at herself and sees that her knife is sticking out of her. She pulls it out with a small cry of pain.
"Aah!"
Rambo smirks as he watches her cry out in pain. He moves towards her. She raises the knife and with whatever strength she has eft, she manages to plunge it into his chest. He looks down in shock as light starts to burst from him and he explodes. Kat puts her knife away and, pressing her hand to her wound, she makes her way over to Dean. Feeling dizzy she leans against the wall. She looks at him.
"Now do you believe that I'm on your side?"
As soon as those words are out of her mouth, she slides down the wall and passes out from the pain.
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Dec 7, 2012 2:34:06 GMT -5
Rambo was using his power to choke the air right out of Dean's lungs. He could feel that every slight breath that escaped him made it that much hard to take in another. Actually, if it hadn't been for Kat's quick action he might have passed out from the lack of oxygen as well as the knock against his skull into the brick wall. The next thing he knew the demon girl was standing in front of him offering her hand. With a frown he pushed himself to his feet but didn't take her hand. Sure, he staggered a moment, but he'd just been clocked pretty good in the head, what did someone expect? That he'd be right as rain instantly? Not a chance in hell. And then the demons were fighting in front of him and he could barely get in to do anything.
"Not a demon," he muttered when Rambo had bursts of light shooting from him before exploding. Demon's didn't explode and they damned sure didn't have bright lights popping out of them. No, every demon he'd ever seen upon death would simply twitch and shake while an electric sort of current passed through the wound left from the Colt/Ruby's knife. He'd never seen something like that. And then as Kat spoke and passed out he shook his head.
"Not a demon," he muttered again. Demons didn't feel pain like that, they healed too fast. They healed before the wound was even bleeding. Hell, if he remembered correctly, they barely even bled. What the fuck was going on around here?! He took in a deep breath leaned down to scoop the woman into his arms, shifting her around to make it look like she were simply sleeping rather than completely unconcious. It was only moments later that he'd stepped inside and managed to get them a room for the night. Dean carried her quickly up to the room and set her onto one of the twin beds before heading to the bathroom to collect a cold cloth to attempt to awaken her.
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Post by Katerina A. Spencer on Dec 8, 2012 6:50:33 GMT -5
Kat started to wake up. She let out a soft but groggy moan as she opened her slowly. She blinked and looked around, trying to fiure out where she was. The last thing she remembered was being with Dean in a bar and fighting two demons outside of it. She went to sit up and yelped in pain.
"Ow!
As she layed back down, she looked around again. She realized that she was in a motel room and that she was laying down on one of the twin beds. Seeing that there were two beds, she realized that Dean was planning on sharing the room with her. Looking around, she didn't see him. She wondered if he was in the room or not. She called out to him weakly.
"Dean?"
As she waited for a response, she tried to think about what happened outside the bar with the two demons. She looked down at herself and realized she was bleeding. She wondered about how that happened.
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Dec 19, 2012 12:23:26 GMT -5
Dean quickly wetted a wash cloth in the bathroom sink, his eyes focused on his own reflection in the mirror for several seconds before shaking his head. What the hell was going on around here? What the hell was up with the demons and god knew what else. he wished like hell that Benny were still here, that he could talk to his friend about it all. Everything seemed like some sort of dream. He had to question whether his being here in this ratty ass motel above the bar was actually something that was happening or another dream. There were so many times since he had come back from hell that he had to question the reality of the world around him. Sure, everything seemed real enough, everything seemed just about right, but at the same time, it could all have been something concocted by his brain in an emotional break-down of sorts.
After letting out a slow breath he heard his name called from the girl in the bedroom and sighed. Without waiting much longer he grabbed the rag from the sink, shutting off the water in the process, and rung it out. Dean stepped back into the room with the wet cloth draped over his hand, slowly making his way toward the girl. "How are you bleeding?" He asked with an arch in his brow. Now was the time to get some answers. Some real, honest-to-God answers from this girl. And he was tired of the I'm a demon crap.
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Post by Katerina A. Spencer on Dec 20, 2012 5:04:52 GMT -5
"How are you bleeding?"
Dean asked with an arched eyebrow. Kat looked at him and could see that he wanted some real answers from her. She took a deep breath then let it out. She looked Dean in the eye and spoke softly.
"Everything I told you before in the bar was all true. I do have my soul. When I got my soul back, I also got my humanity back. I'm bleeding because I'm half human"
She leaned back against the pillow and looked at Dean. She could see that he wasn't sure if she was lying to him or not. She sighed and looked at him.
"I'm not lying to you. Once I got my soul back, I supressed my demonic side. I was given a second chance to do good and I took it. I focused on being human. I've never used my demon powers except in an emergency" She sat there quietly. She closed her eyes and whimpered softly when she got hit by a wav of pain. She opened her eyes and focused on breathing. Once the pain faded, she looked at Dean.
"How did I get hurt? I remember some of what happened but not all of it"
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Post by Dean M. Winchester on Dec 20, 2012 10:38:15 GMT -5
"Thats. Not. Possible." He stated with narrowed eyes. The girl was really starting to get on his nerves. Did she really think that he was stupid? Did she really think that he didn't know and understand everything that was going on in the world? Of course, he had been out of the loop for a year now, but that didn't change the facts on how things were. Ever. Things didn't change. They couldn't. Some things were set in stone and nothing that was ever done would change them, he knew that from years of living it first hand. "If you have your soul back and your humanity back you're not a demon anymore. Demons. Don't. Have. Souls. That's the way it is. If you have power other than that then you must have learned it somewhere else." He growled out, growing more and more irritated with every passing word between them.
Hearing the little whimper from the girl he sighed and rolled his eyes before stepping foreward and settling down on the edge of the bed. Without even asking her permission he lifted her shirt just enough to reveal the wound. "And demons don't bleed either." He stated darkly as he began to clean the wound with the wet cloth. "Rambo and Terminator." He said, the only reminder her could give her on how she'd gotten hurt. He'd only been half concious himself when it had happened so some of the details were just a little fuzzy. He set the cloth onto the wound to keep some of the bleeding in while he stood and began digging through all of the drawers in the bedside tables. After only a few minutes he found what he was looking for in the form of a small yellow container that housed needle and thread. Of course, they were meant for mending clothing, but that wouldn't be what he was using it for. After settling himself back into the same place on the bed he began threading the needle.
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Post by Katerina A. Spencer on Dec 21, 2012 6:54:29 GMT -5
"Thats. Not. Possible."
Dean stared at her with narrowed eyes. From the expression on his face, Kat could see that he was getting aggrivated with her. She was telling him the truth. She's told him nothing but the truth since she met him tonight. She wasn't trying to trick him and she didn't have any kind of agenda either.
"If you have your soul back and your humanity back you're not a demon anymore. Demons. Don't. Have. Souls. That's the way it is. If you have power other than that then you must have learned it somewhere else."
Kat realised she wasn't explaining this to him the right way. She took a deep breath and looked at him.
"I don't think I explained this to you correctly. Maybe I should try to explian this to you again"
She moved away from the wall and winced then looked at Dean. She kept her tone soft as she spoke to him.
"I did horrible things when I was in Hell. I took pleasure in torturing the souls who were on the rack. Once I pulled out of Hell, I made a promise to the angel that saved me that I'd attone for what I did. Satisfied with my promise, he accepted and gave me my soul back. Even though I had my soul back, I was still a demon. The leader of Aidyn's garrison wasn't happy about me getting my soul back and decided to punish me. As punishment, I was given back my humanity so I could be haunted by what I did in Hell. Once I had my humanity back, I was no longer a full demon. I became half-demon. That's when I vowed to attone for what I did."
She watched as Dean lifted her shirt to expose the wound on her stomach. He looked at her.
"Demons don't bleed either"
He stated darkly as he starte dto clean the wound with wet cloth.
"Rambo and Terminator"
Dean said. As soon as he said that, everything came back to Kat. She whimpered low in hr throat. She looked up and saw that Dean was looking through the drawers in the table by the bed. She realized he was looking for something to sew up her wound.
Kat winced when she saw the needle. She wasn't looking forward to the pain that was about to come. She saw Dean sit back down on the bed. She looked at him and wondered if he knew what he was doing. She looked at him.
"Like you said things changed. Things are always different when you've been gone for a long time"
She leaned back against the bed and closed her eyes. She felt better kknowing that she wouldn't have to watch Dean stitch her up. She spoke softly to him.
"If you don't believe me, that's ok. For the record, you still haven't answered my question, Dean. Do you trust me or do you still think that I'm out to hurt you?"
She sat there and waited for Dean to start stitching her up.
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