it all came back to the plan. the big fucking plan. dean help devise it, so how could he forget? the problem was that he just didn’t realize the consequences. how it would effect him. with everyone trying to influence the winchester, it felt like he was just another pawn again.
that was the last thing dean wanted.
glaring into the eyes of the demon, he refused to budge even with the hand around his throat. “ begging? i’m not in that kind of mood right now, ”dean spat out, misinterpreting what ky’lar was saying. but what did dean want in this moment? what was he trying to get the other to understand? the hunter wasn’t quite sure, still trying to figure out his own feelings. the answer wasn’t going to come from the bottom of a bottle though. dean used whatever leverage he had right now to try and push the other away and when he didn’t quite get the results desired, he gave a wild swing at the side of their face.
he didn’t expect the other to know what he was talking about; it had been the last thing on his mind for a while. with his own grab for power, he didn’t need to put effort into making a demon, and his interests were better suited elsewhere.
however, when the swing came, that was when ky’lar sent dean flying back into a wall. no warning, no way of telling the other he would do so, but rather it was out of an instinct reaction. one, that he was going to regret… eventually, “temper temper,” he mused out lowly, “don’t confuse business with pleasure.”
the demon knew he could have said more, even managed to say something worse than the actual facts, but instead, he simply made his way towards the winchester, “you might not be disposable, but that doesn’t mean that changes can’t be made, and trust me, your attitude right now demands changing.”
Hellfirebound 