AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 309
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 19:15:34 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Feb 26, 2022 16:18:51 GMT
Gone was the white picket fence. Gone was the little mobile singing its happy tune above a crib. Gone was the mother who’d bent to press a kiss to that fuzzy little head. Hours later gone was the nursery too. That happily family going up in flames. Ashes cast to the four corners of the world and beyond to be swallowed up by that sea of sulphur and brimstone.
Lips peeling back from his teeth in a sneer, Azazel eyed the motel with distaste. The replacement was … depressing. If there was a rock bottom then the Winchesters had managed to find it and sink right through. You’d have thought that with Sam free of Lucifer they might have started trying to kick for the surface, in the way that old fool Singer had, but the brothers Winchester were still wallowing in those grubby depths. Undoubtedly blaming their lack of happiness and ‘normality’ on Heaven and Hell, like the tug of war between what was above and below stripped away any personal responsibility.
The demon clucked his tongue, cutting his glance to the anxious looking motel clerk next to him. A pimply faced kid who barely looked old enough to shave, let alone to try and sell his soul to ‘the devil’ with that ridiculous set up in his crappy apartment in town. ”You oughta burn the place to the ground,” Azazel suggested with a chuckle. ”Do the town a favour. A pile of smoldering sheet rock wouldn’t be as big a stain as this.” He gestured with one hand, the gesture encompassing the giant cold sore of the place.
Squirming, the kid pressed his lips together and shook his head. ”The town needs it, sir.”
Azazel hissed out a sigh, straightening up from the doorframe of the motel office. He’d been standing there for an hour, waiting for the black car to come rolling back in and that bandy legged coward to come crawling out of it. ”The town needs razing to the ground too, son, but we can’t always get what we want now, can we?” Soon. The war had been threatening here long enough and now that Lucifer was free and strong again, they would finally bring it. The Winchesters could throw themselves up against that wall of power, what was left of the feathered pests with them but it would all be in vain. The time had finally come for Hell to reassert itself and nothing was going to stop it from happening this time.
The light finally went on in the room Sam and Dean Winchester shared – like they were still kids in grade school instead of full grown men – and Azazel gave a happy little sigh. Dean would undoubtedly throw himself in the breech to try and prevent it, shoving Sam and his boy – dripping with demon blood just the same as his uncle – behind him like he could shield them from everything coming. Wasn’t gonna work any better this time than it had before.
Tipping his head towards the room, Azazel forced the kid to walk past him on stiff legs – power overrode fear any day of the week. Azazel trailed him as the kid approached the door – their little act worked out well in advance. Bony knuckles rapped against the door as Azazel reclined at the side of it, canvas covered shoulders pressed to the stained siding. ”Excuse me, Mr. Rodgers … it’s Barry from the office. We had a parcel come for you while you were gone. Can you come pick it up? It’s taking up half the office.” The kid gave a passable enough chuckle, those bony hands wringing together as he stared uneasily at the peep hole, waiting for the microscopic view of the room through it to be replaced by Mr. Rodgers in his full pucker-faced frowning glory.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
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Single
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Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jan 9, 2023 19:12:33 GMT
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DEAN Winchester wasn’t a stranger to things that went bump in the night. Hell he’d been dealing with that since he was the ripe old age of six. He’d grown up huntin’ monsters that other people didn’t even know existed unless they had some misfortune of needing to call for his help. The laws of living and dying were something that he bent himself, numerous times. Dean’s crossed that line so many times that he’d lost count, between his lungs being filled with air and them drowning in his own blood. One after another, he still was brought back each time he fell victim to death. He’d asked himself why numerous times. Why was he the lucky bastard? But he’d been reminded time after time why he had been brought back. Because of the amount of lives he had saved in the process, what his true purpose in life was.
With the amount of times he’d been brought back, and those he’d loved had been brought back, the mindset he’d once held on what he’d always thought, what’s dead should stay dead, was one that was different to keep. Sam had died more than he could count, and then with Ben… he couldn’t just sit back and let his brother and his son die. When Ben had died it had opened his eyes to a lot. More so that the world wasn’t as black and white as he usually believed it to be. There were so many shades of grey, more than he had ever realized. But in many ways it was a good thing, because it allowed him to live his life more freely and one not guided by strict rules of kill or be killed.
More than once he had thought about checking out of this life he lived, but the family business motto ran too deep in his veins, so years later, here he was fighting off every son of a bitch that he could. Saving the world one hunt at a time. Dean sighed as he tipped the glass against his lips and drained it, letting the alcohol burn all the way down. It sat heavy on an empty stomach but he wasn’t really in the right headspace to care about that. Another pour of whiskey landed in front of it and calloused fingers from years of pulling a trigger curled around the bottle as he set the bottle down back onto the table.
Dean was jolted from the blank space his mind had drifted to by the voice arising from the otherside of the motel door and green eyes blinked, head tilting look over at the door. Fortunately, Dean had built up a tolerance over the years and he wasn’t as pain-stakeningly drunk as he would have been given the amount of whiskey he’d ingested. Package? Dean wasn’t expecting any package, especially not one that took up as much space as the kid had alleged. Instantly Dean was on edge and rose to his feet, gun in hand as he stepped toward the door.
Pressing the gun to the door, Dean looked through the peephole to see the front desk worker. While he didn’t let his guard down, giving what had happened, gun pressed to his back, finger resting right by the trigger just in case something were to happen, he opened the door slowly. But as soon as he opened the door enough to see fully outside, he was immediately hit with regret for opening the door in the first place.
There, reclined up against the door beside the kid, was none other than Azazel himself. The yellow eyed bastard had decided to show his face again. After their last encounter he wanted to end the bastard himself, with his own two hands. “You.” He said menacingly as he cocked his gun and pointed it right in the face of yellow eyes, his eyes darting to the kid. “Run.” He said, motioning for him to get the hell out of there and out of harm's way. The kid had no idea who was next to him, what danger posed. One way or another, he was going to give Azazel what he deserved.
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AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 309
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 19:15:34 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Jan 24, 2023 20:29:06 GMT
The moment the door started to crack open – honestly, with nowhere near enough caution given what sort of enemies the Winchesters had here in this twisted little town – Azazel was spreading his arms. Eyes flashing gold, earning a wide eyed glance from the kid whose nerves had given way to catalepsy, the demon chuckled. No warm welcome then. There hadn’t been one from Sam when he’d been allowed out of that sealed up little corner of his mind. After all that had happened there was no love lost between them – an absolute shame given how closely tied the Winchesters were to the last of Hell’s biggest hitters.
One day Sam and Dean would learn that all of this was inevitable. They’d stop fighting and just give in to the fate written for them by someone far more twisted than Lucifer – he’d got it from somewhere after all. Sam would be a good little sock puppet for Lucifer, and Dean, well, maybe he’d get to keep his son. Huh. Those yellow eyes narrowed, even as the grin remained beaming just as bright. Maybe the problem had always been that it had been Sammy and not his big brother who’d gotten a taste of his blood. If he’d turned both of the Winchester kids that divide would’ve melted away, the lines between brothers and son non-existent. All of them carrying just a little part of him with them.
Perhaps then the welcome would’ve been warmer, although given the muzzle he was staring down maybe it would be warm enough soon. The demon chuckled, fingers spread on the hands that hitched in the air. ”How’s that for a howdy?” He clucked his tongue, disappointment filtering over his features for a moment before it vanished all at once. ”Wait wait, he’s not going anywhere until I let him. I didn’t get him knocking on your door just by asking nicely. We can both see how far that gets me with people.” Chancing that the bullet would only piss him off, Azazel drew away from the wall, inching closer to the kid until he was practically breathing in his ear. ”If you’ve got the sense you were born with, you won’t keep on renting rooms to trash like this.” Hunters. Always scurrying under the filthiest of rocks as if nobody would notice them then.
Only moving his fingers, Azazel snapped them at the boy. As though shackles had actually been cast off instead of just the version of them his power could provide, he began to scuttle away on stiff legs. At the door to the motel office he fell on his ass, whimpering as he scrambled back up and rushed inside. ”I’m guessing they’re gonna be looking for a new clerk soon. Hey, maybe that boy of yours could step in … Ben’s gotta be at that age … looking for a job, considering following the old man into the family trade.” He mouthed a whoops, not worrying about how twitchy Dean was gonna get with he gun now, and clapped a hand against his lips. A little too late for Ben to be considering that. He’d already stuck his nose into it all, following that trail right to his father here.
The laugh rolled out again as the demon dropped his hands. He slid them into his pockets, his shoulders shrugging beneath the canvas cover of his coat. The janitor’s name was still stitched above the pocket, a testament to a husk burned out long before. ”Not gonna ask me inside, Mr Rodgers? It’ll get a little messy for us both if you try that out here. We wouldn’t want you being locked up for murder now, would we? Not with your brother still a little cuckoo. How’s he doing, by the way? Poor Sammy, always stuck between a rock and a Hellish place.” Feigned sympathy pulled at the demon’s face before he sneered it away. Sam had been the architect of his troubles just as much as he or Lucifer had been, that determination to protect the people around him damning him for all eternity if he wasn’t careful.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
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Played by:
Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Apr 4, 2023 19:28:56 GMT
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THE absolute last person that Dean ever expected to see on the other side of that door was Azazel, Yellow Eyes himself. This entire encounter was like some twisted ass deja-vu, because he’d lived this very encounter already, years ago. That bastard still had that same wide grin he did years ago, eyes flashing gold, laughing because of the thrill of it all. It was downright sickening, even more sickening that he was back and in town. What the hell was he doing in town? Lucifer wasn’t anywhere in it, so what good would it do to stick around. Then again, knowing how demons were, he probably had some ulterior motive behind why he was still in town.
All he wanted was one damn night, just one, and he couldn’t even get that. Then again he shouldn’t be surprised given his track record. He would never get a normal day to himself as long as he was alive and kickin.’ That much he knew. ‘How’s that for a howdy?’ Yellow eyes said, laughing as if he expected any other kind of reaction outta him. As he had told the kid to run, to get as far away from here as possible, Azazel shook his head and told him that he wouldn’t be going anywhere. “Like hell he aint’..”He said, taking the smallest step forward towards the kid, but then he watched as Azazel pushed off the wall and itched close to the kid, whispering in his ear. He was gripping his gun so tightly his knuckles were stark white, he was just itching to put a bullet through yellow eyes’s head.
The sound of fingers snapping seemed to do something to the kid as he suddenly turned and left without a word, stumblin’ into the motel office - he couldn’t get inside fast enough. Poor kid, he was gonna be scarred the rest of his life. ‘I’m guessing they’re gonna be looking for a new clerk soon. Hey, maybe that boy of yours could step in … Ben’s gotta be at that age … looking for a job, considering following the old man into the family trade.’ At the mention of his son, Dean’s jaw twitched and his grip tightening even more on the gun as he pointed it directly into his face and cocked back the gun, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. “Keep my son’s name out of your damn mouth.” He said threateningly, listening to him talk further, this time mentioning Sam. “I’m not gonna talk to you about Sam.” Or anyone else for the matter. He didn’t want to talk to Azazel any longer than he had to, but it seemed the demon had other ideas.
‘Not gonna ask me inside, Mr Rodgers? It’ll get a little messy for us both if you try that out here. We wouldn’t want you being locked up for murder now, would we?’
“What do you want?” He finally asked after several moments. As much as he hated to admit it, ole yellow eyes was right. He couldn’t exactly pull the trigger out in the open, there were too many witnesses around, even if the demon did deserve it and everything he had coming.
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AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 309
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 19:15:34 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Apr 13, 2023 20:06:23 GMT
Dean Winchester – ever his brother’s keeper. It was no shock that he’d instantly tried to draw the line in the sand between Sam and Hell. So many times he’d tried to do the same, bulling into that space with the ‘take me’ attitude that had seen him giving up his life to Hell and unknowingly breaking the first of the seals. Sam was the prize, he always had been, but Dean was the first can to fall in their little carnival game. Once that’d happened there was no turning back the clock, it would all just reach a certain stalemate before the pieces were reset again. At some point the hunter’s throwing arm would start to give out, but masochistic as they were, they’d continue to stand their ground until they couldn’t even stand anymore.
Azazel hummed with satisfaction at the thought of it, wondering how long it’d take Sam to fight his way past Dean again, insisting on taking all of this on his own shoulders. The demon chuckled, craning his head forward as Dean took a step towards the doorway, like he was going to try and intervene for the kid from the motel office for now. ”You gonna make me to stop, Dean?” He moved then, drawing closer to the kid. There’d be a blade in that room somewhere, something that’d tickle maybe, but there was nothing he had in that cess pit that would do much damage. ”Careful, you wouldn’t wanna shoot him unintentionally,” Azazel warned with a cluck of his tongue. Yellow eyes dropped down to Dean’s hand. Maybe secrecy would be tossed aside for the satisfaction of putting a hole in his meat suit at least.
If the kid from the office had been a sore spot for one of Hell’s former puppets, then Ben was a great sucking chest wound, one that the next thing to the devil himself had just jammed a finger right into. Azazel broke into a grin, the chuckle following it a second later. He planted a hand against his chest, trying to feign shock at Dean’s warning and failing happily. There was no way Dean was shooting, not here. ”Can’t talk about Ben, can’t talk about Sam? At the rate you’re going this conversation’s gonna be real short son.” Undoubtedly not short enough for Dean. ”At some point you’ve gotta admit to yourself that Hell’s always gonna have some skin in the game with both of them.” Just as Heaven was going to with Dean. Those roles had been set millennia before Mary Winchester had whelped her boys.
He’d have called Dean’s silence wise, but it wasn’t intelligence that kept his mouth shut, it was that those little wheels in his head couldn’t spin the same way when his lips were flapping. Azazel took a step closer, not bothering to pull his hands from his pockets before he pressed his forehead right up against the muzzle of the gun. Come on, Dean, give it a go. Those yellow eyes narrowed faintly with the dare. ”I can’t just come by and catch up? And there I was thinking your old man won the prize for friendliness. His welcomes made the last ice age look practically balmy.” His boys had taken right after him there. Finally Azazel pulled a hand free, reaching up to bat the gun away from him like a cat nudging a glass off the edge of a table – slow enough to dare a reaction. ”There’s no reason why we’ve gotta be hostile. The way I see it we can help each other out here. You help me track down a buddy of yours and I’ll make sure nobody lays a hand on Sam.” Crowley or Sam, was there really any contest? The Winchesters weren’t gonna hesitate before they handed the snivelling little snake over.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
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Played by:
Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Aug 25, 2023 14:35:49 GMT
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IT shouldn’t come to anyone’s shock that Dean got defensive when it came to his brother and son. He’d hurt anyone who tried and hurt his family, anyone who has ever heard of him or the Winchester name should know that. He’d gone his entire life always protecting Sam, always protecting his family. It didn’t matter what it was, at the end of the day Dean Winchester would protect his own. Ole yellow eyes here should know that better than anyone since the first time he’d been put down had been by his own hand, with the help of his Dad’s ghost. Just like before, Dean would send this son of a bitch right back to where he came from, no matter what. He already had to deal with Lucifer being MIA and god knows where, but he knew exactly where yellow eyes was and he was going to send him right back to hell where he belonged, but this time… he would make sure he stayed dead.
Dean didn’t waiver an inch as he stared at yellow eyes, his grip tightening on the handle of his gun, knuckles as white as snow as he kept his aim. But all the demon did was chuckled as he had stepped forward, only the slightest, but nevertheless he stepped forward, fully ready to intervene and save the kid who had no idea what the hell he had gotten himself into. ‘You gonna make me stop, Dean?’ He said in a teasing manner, moving even closer to the kid. Dean knew the demon was just taunting him, just waiting for him to take the bait and pull the trigger. But he knew better than that, especially when demons were involved.
As soon as the kid was gone it was just him and yellow eyes, and his grip tightened even more. Teeth knocking against each other as his jaw clenched. He’d brought up Ben and he brought up Sam, both two off limit topics of conversation and the demon knew it. All the hunter could do was stand there and listen to Azazel speak, words rolling off his tongue like battery acid. It was painful to hear the demon talk, even to this day. This damn demon had caused him and his family so much pain and suffering. It was him who had caused him and his brother to be brought up in this life in the first place. Then again, it supposed it was always meant to happen this way, a bit of information he’d come to learn years ago no thanks to those winged bastards above.
‘At some point you’ve gotta admit to yourself that Hell’s always gonna have some skin in the game with both of them.’ He’d be damned if he would ever admit that to himself, even though deep down he knew it was true. He knew how deep hell’s hooks were in his son and in his brother. It was why he also knew just how deeply he was intertwined with Heaven, the roles they would play had been written in the stars, quite literally. They’d run this course before, and had been to this rodeo years ago. But one thing Dean would never do, was say yes to Michael. Nothing in this entire godforsaken world would make him say yes to the archangel. He knew the reasons why Sam had said yes to Lucifer, he understood them in some way, but there was just a part of Dean that wouldn’t give in.
Dean remained silent as he watched Azazel carefully, studying his every move. He knew what the demon wanted him to do, to pull the trigger, see what happened. But he couldn't allow himself to lose control. The last thing he needed was to end up in jail over a murder charge. He’d been through that before, a few times actually, and he didn’t need that, not when he’d settled into this town. A town he now called home. Dean watched as Azazel took a step closer to him before he pressed his forehead right up against the tip of his gun, just begging him to pull the trigger. And it was so damn tempting to pull the trigger, but he knew that wouldn’t do a damned thing against yellow eyes. It would just make the bastard angry and cause him a lot more headache than was necessary.
‘I can’t just come by and catch up? And there I was thinking your old man won the prize for friendliness. His welcome made the last ice age look practically balmy.’ Bam, another hit mentioning his Dad. All Dean could do was scoff, “Come by and catch up? You gotta be shitting me.” He said, knowing full and well that wasn’t what the demon wanted. He wouldn’t just seek him out for a chat, the demon wanting something, or rather someone. Azazel then used a hand and batted the gun away from him in a taunting manner before speaking. All Dean could do was keep his grip firmly grasped around the gun, but instead of in the demon’s face, it was at his side, ready to be fired at any given moment.
‘There’s no reason why we’ve gotta be hostile. The way I see it we can help each other out here. You help me track down a buddy of yours and I’ll make sure nobody lays a hand on Sam.’ Ah and there it was, the reason. And he was sure he knew which ‘buddy’ he was talking about. “Seriously? Crowley? What the hell could you possibly want with him?” It wasn’t like the demon was all high and mighty much anymore with the downfall of Hell. The former king of hell had tucked his tail and ran the moment Lucifer had arrived in town. So what did Azazel want with Crowley? “Either way, I am not making any damn deal with you because I sure as hell don’t trust you, especially when it comes to Sam.” He said, jaw clenched. There was no way he would ever make any sorta deal with a demon ever again and especially not this one. He knew what happened the last time a Winchester made a deal with Azazel and it didn’t end pretty.
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AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 309
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 19:15:34 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Sept 26, 2023 18:33:36 GMT
Winchesters grew stupid where family was concerned. Threaten one and common sense trickled out the ears of all the others – not that there’d been much there in the first place. Dean had always been the easiest. Some time between Mary ending up on that bedroom ceiling, staring down at those golden peepers in horror, and him offering himself up in his boy’s place, John had seemed to toughen up. He’d become elephant hide – not impenetrable, but each wound he’d inflicted on the guy had taken work. Dean liked to give the impression that he was just the same, but look at him now, his hand on that gun, threats on his lips. Adorable. Really it was.
Sammy had been the same. That tender spot thin as tissue paper, tearing wide open and leaving his conscience close to useless when the demons had come calling again and he was given the chance between letting Lucifer climb right in through that wound and doing the right thing and helping save those kids instead. Azazel wondered just how much of that conscience had returned. Not enough to be here, living in his brother’s hip pocket. He’d have called it interesting, but that was Sam’s pattern as much as this was Dean’s.
Toying with the clerk, Azazel kept his finger metaphorically right over Dean’s soft spot. Pull the trigger on the demon and risk shooting an innocent, or put up with the yapping mouth that was going to be relentless until he made him stop. It must’ve been killing Dean, being unable to act when he obviously wanted to so badly. With enough pressure even that self-control would snap, but today wasn’t the day to make that happen. ”Cat got your tongue, boy?” Azazel cackled as the clerk was finally released and tottered back towards the office. ”Keep that up and they’ll crumble in your mouth.” As though he was chiding him for it, the demon clucked his tongue at Dean.
Dean didn’t have to give him the time of day, but it was almost like the hunter was afraid of acting now. Was it the thought of reprisals? His brother and boy being put square in the firing line because he hadn’t been able to keep a hold on himself and that fiery Winchester temper. Yellow eyes narrowed down, studying the almost delicate lines of the hunter’s face as he shuffled closer. ”This is new,” he crooned. ”A Winchester being able to hold their tongue. If you’re not raging then you’re complaining, usually, and if you ain’t doing that then it’s bargaining. You’re not gonna try and talk your way out of this little visit?”
Daring Dean to make something happen finally, Azazel pressed in. The stamp of the gun didn’t ease, it didn’t drag away from where it was pressing a red ring into his forehead. One single shot would shatter the skull of his host, but it would’ve been an easy enough task to repair it, or better yet to breeze down to the office and drag that boy back up here – kicking and screaming in his own head, of course.
”He speaks!” Azazel boomed, throwing up his hands as the lights in the room fizzed and sparked. ”It’s been too long …and after all that time with Sammy, I felt like time, dontcha think?” A little chitchat was probably on Dean’s list of nightmares. Things in a Winchester’s life to avoid at all cost, but unfortunately Dean wasn’t gonna get his wish. Hell wasn’t done with any of them, not even if Lucifer was back in that poor sap Nick now, slowly burning through that fragile human shell. There was a reason Heaven and Hell had taken their pick of the Winchesters and it wasn’t just to be a thorn in both their sides while the world tumbled towards another apocalypse.
The demon sneered as the gun dropped down to Dean’s side instead of coming back from his swipe to point between those yellow eyes. Dean was never gonna use it, not while there were bigger threats out there. As the hunter questioned what he wanted the former King for, Azazel snorted. ”What could I possibly want with the weasel who’s looking for a way back onto his throne? Oh, I’m sure even you tiny little mind can come up with some reason for it.” Loyalty have always been of the utmost importance to Lucifer and Crowley didn’t have an ounce of it in that snake’s body.
Sighing through his nose, Azazel just stared at Dean. If he’d crumbled at the first nudge he’d have been sorely disappointed. Winchesters were soft for each other, but mountain solid and stubborn when it came to anybody else. ”I guess we’ll have to go direct to Sammy then, or maybe Ben. I’m sure they’d be happy to help if they thought it was protecting you,” he purred. ”Crowley’s been seen crawling around this town – the fool. You just drop us a line, let us know which rock he’s crawled under and I won’t have to make another house call. What way are you gonna have it, Dean? Them or you?” Dean might as well have had a sword in his hand, because one way or another he was going to fall on it before they were done. It was a Winchester’s way and not a single one of them was breaking the pattern now.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jan 18, 2024 15:21:59 GMT
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DEAN’S finger itched to pull the trigger, to shoot this son of a bitch in the face because he deserved it. But he couldn’t very well do that out in the open like this, especially not with the kid front and center. He was sure that yellow eyes made it so that the kid would call the police should he step so much as one foot out of line. The last thing he needed was to end up in prison again. Been there, done that, and he was not about to go through that again. He had too much on the line here in this town, one mainly being his son. So, he had to play it smart. Not to mention that all that shooting the demon would do was piss him off.
As he was sure the demon was well aware, not being able to do jack shit in this situation was killing him. But Dean knew how yellow eyes operated. He spent the greater part of his life searching for this sob, so he knew he had to be patient. Wait for the right moment and then act, no sooner. Finally, the demon let the boy go and he ran back into the office. At least he could breathe a little bit better knowing the kid wouldn’t be in the line of fire, but he wasn’t out of the woods yet. Dean’s eyes remained focused on the demon in front of him, knowing just how much it was getting off in this situation. It was disgusting.
Jaw clenched, he listened as the demon spoke, taunting him. So he did want a reaction outta of him, should’ve guessed as much. All Dean could do was scoff at ole yellow eyes’ comment on him being able to hold his tongue. ‘You’re not gonna try and talk your way out of this little visit?’ No, because it would do no good. If it were any other demon, he usually was able to get himself out of the situation rather easily, but higher level demons were different. Yellow eyes was different. He remained steady, kept his gun pressed firmly against the demon’s forehead. It would be so easy to pull the trigger, but it wouldn’t do anything but cause a mess. One he didn’t want to clean up.
Finally when he did speak, that seemed to excite the demon, causing the lights in the room to flicker. ‘It’s been too long …and after all that time with Sammy, I felt like time, dontcha think?’ The very fact that yellow eyes wanted to have a chat was enough to annoy the ever living hell outta the older Winchester. And then he had to go and mention Sammy… if he clenched his jaw any harder it would snap. “No. I’d much rather never have to talk to your smug ass face ever again.” He said. This was the last thing he wanted, to chat with a friggin’ demon. He just couldn’t catch a break, either one of the Winchesters. Hell and Heaven both wanted them. Both wanted to use them until there was nothing left but shells of the humans they used to be. It was like the apocalypse all over again and something was telling Dean that it was only a matter of time before round two happened.
Reluctantly, Dean had dropped the gun down to his side. He wasn’t gonna use it on the demon, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, Dean listened as he spoke about why he wanted Crowley, or more like not really explaining much at all. He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm. “So you want to take the throne from Crowley, is that it?” He questioned fully well knowing the answer. The last thing anyone needed was Azazel ascending to the throne. At least with Crowley at the forefront he knew what to expect. Azazel on the other hand was a complete wild card.
Again, Azazel mentioned his brother and son. “Leave them the hell alone.” He all but growled, his grip tightening on his gun. The last thing he wanted was for Sam or Ben to get involved with yellow eyes again. If he could keep them safe, he would. Whatever it took. ‘You just drop us a line, let us know which rock he’s crawled under and I won’t have to make another house call. What way are you gonna have it, Dean? Them or you?’ So his options were to sell out Crowley or put Sammy and Ben at risk? Seemed like a simple enough decision. “Fine,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “If I find out where Crowley is hiding, I’ll let you know.” He said, although he knew full well that Crowley would stay hidden and the former king of hell knew how to hide very very well. The last thing the older Winchester wanted was to help Azazel, but he knew as well as anybody that he was a man of his word, so if he said he would make a house call if he didn’t listen, he knew he would. As much as Dean didn’t want to, he had to figure out where Crowley was and tell Azazel, for both Sammy and Ben’s sakes.
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AZAZEL
Demon
King of Hell
Posts: 309
Played by:
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Last seen Oct 7, 2024 19:15:34 GMT
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Post by AZAZEL on Mar 1, 2024 21:02:11 GMT
If all it took was wishful thinking to change the world, the Winchesters would’ve been free of Hell the minute he’d first crossed their paths. Dean would’ve had a white picket fence home somewhere, a dog dozing on the porch, a half dozen brats running around the house, screeching like little hellions. What was it they said though? If wishes were horses they’d all be knee deep in shit? With the Winchesters it would’ve been miles deeper than that. It was always hopes and prayers with them, an optimistic core to their pessimistic little minds that one day they’d be free of all of this.
His laugh grew louder at Dean’s hope for that escape now, the lights flickering around them again as tears of mirth glimmered like liquid gold in his eyes. ”Unluckily for you, son, what you want never comes into it. I thought you’d have learned that by now.” Castiel might’ve been trying to keep the brothers out of Hell’s reach, but he’d failed with Sammy and he’d fail again with Dean. Hope wasn’t on the cards for any of them.
As though he’d been trying to prove he still had some level of control here, Dean had postured with the gun. It wouldn’t have caused anything other than more trouble for him, but he had to prove he still had some balls. Azazel’s gaze dropped as the gun dropped back down to Dean’s side. ”Good boy,” he crooned. The slow roll of tuts punctuated the praise, the demon’s head ticking back and forth. ”You think I’d wanna crawl back onto it with Lucifer here? After all this time you don’t know me at all.” It had all been for his father. The special children, springing the gate open, getting into the cage. Every plan created with Lucifer’s freedom as the only possible result he’d consider.
There was a chance that Crowley had been filling Dean’s head with his complaints. The big bad demon cowering in his corner, bitching like a worn out high school quarterback whose bulging gut was proof of where it had all gone wrong for them. Maybe if he’d actually fought back instead of acting like a whipped dog, this situation might’ve been over years ago. Instead it was down to Dean to growl at him.
Turning towards the hunter, Azazel smiled almost sweetly. Only the glint in his eye showed the hellfire that hid in the fragile human body. ”You think I’m gonna do that just because you asked? They’re my family too, Dean. It happened the minute they tasted my blood. How’s it feel to know both of them have another father?” One who’d revel in their bloody failures more than their successes. He’d apply the pressure he’d needed, knowing exactly which soft spots to hit in all of them to get just what he wanted. They were Dean’s, his threat the thumbnail burrowing into it.
Disappointment flooded him as Dean crumbled without another complaint. That had been too easy. Azazel frowned for a moment before he clapped a hand on Dean’s shoulder again. ”Look at you, all willin’ to partner up. That’s growth. Before you know it we’ll be huggin’ it all out, like real family.” Azazel slid from his stool, standing up beside Dean. His hand was back on the shoulder on the side Dean held the gun on, fingers digging hard into the muscle. ”You’re gonna keep this just between the two of us, wontcha? No running to Crowley to tell him he’s in trouble, hmm?" As though Crowley hadn’t known that from the moment he’d been deposed. None of this would end until Crowley was dead and any threat to Lucifer had been crushed out of the others. Winking at Dean, Azazel finally let go of his shoulder and ambled towards the door of the bar. If Dean knew what was good for him he wouldn’t tell a soul about their little deal.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
