there was a stale taste that filled dean’s mouth- the flavor of blood and cheap whiskey, two things that followed the hunter wherever he went. he’s staring at the demon, an awkward silence between the two as dean toys with the edge of his glass. tongue licks against the chapped and broken lips, tingling from the alcohol. “ you’ve made me something that i was never meant to be. ”
the demon failed to see the problem and why it mattered to much. he got everything he wanted. if it wasn’t dean personally, it would have been someone else, but the hunter was, for the most part, the only one that was suited for this. suited, to be his new possession — something that ky thought dean had no problem with. well, no problem with until now, “ never say never. ” the words were said bluntly as ky leaned his head back for a few moments, “ it will all be ours soon enough.” though, what he truly meant to say was that it would all be his own, but that… was besides the point.