[ the blade's work gets some space between them, and dean watches crowley double over from the shock of it, the smile on his face reflecting easily just how fucking great the sight makes him feel. whatever cuts crowley managed to get on him with his nails are also healing over already, leaving dean to look on with a bloodied but perfectly intact face.
oh, the perks of being what he is.
...what dean doesn't expect is for crowley to still find it in him to attack him again, and he goes falling down with the demon's weight slamming into his legs. grunting, he wiggles a leg free, and aims a straight on kick at his ex-fake-bestie's face. god, he's always hated that smug face, demon or not. a part of him wonders if he should have come here swinging the same hammer he'd used to remodel sam's ugly mug. ]
I already told you-- [ dean is quick to start getting himself up on his feet again, not intent on lying down and taking it. ]
You stab me in the back, I stab you. It's simple.
[ and speaking of stabbing, it's high time he find the perfect moment to end this. ]
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oh, the perks of being what he is.
...what dean doesn't expect is for crowley to still find it in him to attack him again, and he goes falling down with the demon's weight slamming into his legs. grunting, he wiggles a leg free, and aims a straight on kick at his ex-fake-bestie's face. god, he's always hated that smug face, demon or not. a part of him wonders if he should have come here swinging the same hammer he'd used to remodel sam's ugly mug. ]
I already told you-- [ dean is quick to start getting himself up on his feet again, not intent on lying down and taking it. ]
You stab me in the back, I stab you. It's simple.
[ and speaking of stabbing, it's high time he find the perfect moment to end this. ]