Brother, my Brother...
Jan. 24th, 2009 08:40 pmooc: takes place after this. co-written with Dean =
jstliketherifle
Breaking Dean Winchester was taking longer than he thought it would. Ruby, surprisingly, was doing a rather impressive job of keeping his head on his shoulders and well, that just wasn't working. Not at all. Alastair had plans for his dear old friend Dean, and he wasn't going to let a bunch of birds ruin that for him. He would get Dean back, in one capacity or another, and he had to say, the idea of him as a human, going back on everything he ever fought against was rather -- appealing. Destroying what the angels thought he was going to be, what they were hoping he'd become -- that had its perks. And that was why he'd been taking things slow.
Besides, he hadn't been topside since Poland, '43. If he was going to have to spend time above ground, he might as well enjoy it.
He had to admit, it'd set him back a bit with Delilah. He hadn't expected Dean to move that quickly, and it gave the poor sap a bit of hope as opposed to tearing him down even more, but Alastair was finally ready to move in for the kill, especially with the lovely opportunity Agent 99 had presented him with. Dean slipped, and he slipped in a big way. Now was the time to go for the money shot. Now was the time to strike him where it was going to hurt the most, and finally let the demon Dean had become loose on the world.
He made his way through the apartment building quietly, before knocking lightly on the door to the room where he knew Sam was, and waited quietly, hands in his pockets. This would be like taking candy from a baby.
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Breaking Dean Winchester was taking longer than he thought it would. Ruby, surprisingly, was doing a rather impressive job of keeping his head on his shoulders and well, that just wasn't working. Not at all. Alastair had plans for his dear old friend Dean, and he wasn't going to let a bunch of birds ruin that for him. He would get Dean back, in one capacity or another, and he had to say, the idea of him as a human, going back on everything he ever fought against was rather -- appealing. Destroying what the angels thought he was going to be, what they were hoping he'd become -- that had its perks. And that was why he'd been taking things slow.
Besides, he hadn't been topside since Poland, '43. If he was going to have to spend time above ground, he might as well enjoy it.
He had to admit, it'd set him back a bit with Delilah. He hadn't expected Dean to move that quickly, and it gave the poor sap a bit of hope as opposed to tearing him down even more, but Alastair was finally ready to move in for the kill, especially with the lovely opportunity Agent 99 had presented him with. Dean slipped, and he slipped in a big way. Now was the time to go for the money shot. Now was the time to strike him where it was going to hurt the most, and finally let the demon Dean had become loose on the world.
He made his way through the apartment building quietly, before knocking lightly on the door to the room where he knew Sam was, and waited quietly, hands in his pockets. This would be like taking candy from a baby.
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