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i blame it on my own sick pride
Who: Dean Winchester, Raphael, and Gabriel.
When: Day 72.
Where: The woods.
What: Raphael and Gabriel have some revenge plans for what Dean did as a trickster, and today's the day.
Warnings: Fighting animals/things in the woods, violence.
The message on the communicator had been clear: Sam's going to die if Dean doesn't get out there to save him quick enough, and if he brings anyone with him... that's it. Light's out.
The only thing he thinks about as he gets together as many weapons as he can carry is whether or not Gabriel and Raphael are going to leave him alone long enough for him to save his brother. If they don't, archangel or not, they better watch the fuck out.
He's quiet as he slips out of his house, and he tries to keep a low profile as he makes his way to the woods. He's poked around in them before, but he's never gone very far, having been told they're full of crap that'll kill him; it's on his list of things to do, but he didn't get a chance before being a trickster and then being grounded. He stops at the edge, adjusting his grip on the shotgun he has in one hand. He's thinking about taking out his Purgatory knife instead, but he'll stick with the gun for now.
No time to waste. He gathers himself together and strikes out, and the desperation that's building up behind his stone-faced hunter's expression pushes him forward not with a frantic, panicked walk but something hard and determined instead. He hasn't felt this ready to kill everything that gets in his way since Purgatory, and he finds himself slipping back into that mindset already.
When: Day 72.
Where: The woods.
What: Raphael and Gabriel have some revenge plans for what Dean did as a trickster, and today's the day.
Warnings: Fighting animals/things in the woods, violence.
The message on the communicator had been clear: Sam's going to die if Dean doesn't get out there to save him quick enough, and if he brings anyone with him... that's it. Light's out.
The only thing he thinks about as he gets together as many weapons as he can carry is whether or not Gabriel and Raphael are going to leave him alone long enough for him to save his brother. If they don't, archangel or not, they better watch the fuck out.
He's quiet as he slips out of his house, and he tries to keep a low profile as he makes his way to the woods. He's poked around in them before, but he's never gone very far, having been told they're full of crap that'll kill him; it's on his list of things to do, but he didn't get a chance before being a trickster and then being grounded. He stops at the edge, adjusting his grip on the shotgun he has in one hand. He's thinking about taking out his Purgatory knife instead, but he'll stick with the gun for now.
No time to waste. He gathers himself together and strikes out, and the desperation that's building up behind his stone-faced hunter's expression pushes him forward not with a frantic, panicked walk but something hard and determined instead. He hasn't felt this ready to kill everything that gets in his way since Purgatory, and he finds himself slipping back into that mindset already.
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That being said, this isn't what he had in mind. He wants Dean to suffer, of course, but letting him think Sam is dead feels a little like overkill. If asked, he'd probably say he was just being pragmatic: Dean has proven on various occasions that he can and will take down beings far more powerful than he should be able to, and he's especially dangerous when motivated by anything to do with Sam. He wouldn't say that he knows damn well how much losing a brother hurts, especially now that Lucifer's missing (presumed tortured). He doesn't want Dean broken, and that kind of pain - well, he doesn't like Dean thinking he can get away with messing with him and his family, but he's not sure Dean's deserved that kind of punishment.
"Your sasquatch of a brother isn't dead, though. Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against putting a few extra holes in his chest, but he's not here. Hasn't been since before you got here. You're just ridiculously predictable - everyone who knows you knows that dangling Sammy in front of you's the best way to get a response."
However, just because he's got an ounce of sympathy in him doesn't mean he's going to be nice. Or even just not cruel.
"But hey, if you wanna keep making idle threats - and may I just remind you which one of us currently looks like an ad for a bondage website - feel free. I think they're funny."
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"Dean if I was going to kill your brother, you'd at least hear it." It's low, predatory in a way Raphael usually isn't, all sharp edges and focused intent. He doesn't have to prove to anyone what he can do. But he almost wants to, with Dean. "But it is difficult to stomach, isn't it? Thinking your beloved brother is suffering and there's nothing you can do about it."
He leans forward, just a bit, to put his arm on Gabriel's bicep. "That being said, you've already killed one of my brothers, so if you raise hand to Gabriel? Not only will I kill you? But I'll make sure you understand what a cheap hack Alistair really was." It's not, at all, an idle threat. "Understand?" Because he couldn't pretend that Lucifer being gone wasn't fraying on his nerves
"Otherwise, this is all just a bit of fun, right Dean?"
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It wouldn't solve anything if he said that Cas has killed more angels than Dean ever did, so he keeps his mouth shut on that, but it's still true and it fuels his continued annoyance at these jerkwads to never get over a goddamn thing, including the Apocalypse. Shit, Dean holds grudges, but he lives with freaking Meg. Can't these fuckers cool it?
Also, this threats weren't idle. When Gabriel says that, Dean meets his eye and lifts his eyebrow. If they had gone out here and killed Sam, and they did let Dean go, he would've figured out a way to make them pay.
"You did all this so I wouldn't want to kill you?" He doesn't need to say it plainly that he thinks that was stupid. He makes it obvious. Raphael sure did show his hand, didn't he? And now Dean knows where to get him where it hurts if he ever needs to, but Dean's not that kind of person. Usually. It's true the angels are more powerful than Dean can fathom, but that doesn't mean he couldn't find a way.
"Hate to break it to you, but I was fine with the both of you. Fans? No, but fine, sure. Fine enough to figure out how to exist with you around. I was out of my head when I turned into that trickster, did all kinds of crap I'm not proud of, crap I regret. You deserved what you got, but it's not like I'm burning a candle of hatred for the two of you. Maybe I would've apologized. But then you tormented me with cartoon animals and snake-vines." He smiles, but it's sharp. "Not smooth."
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If it were, he'd be willing to concede that he doesn't have the moral high ground. It's never been much of a concern to him, really: justice is important to him, but not overwhelmingly so. His family is, and so is his pride. Any threat to either of those and he's perfectly willing to completely disregard any of the moral standards he holds others to. Especially when his family is apparently willing to do the same for him, which he deeply appreciates. He's not much one for displays of affection unless they're grandiose and ridiculous, but he leans into Raphael's touch just a fraction of an inch, and his expression softens a little. Unfortunately, he's still a bitter, sadistic, twisted kind of guy, so that's unlikely to actually let Dean off the hook at all.
"I don't care if you want me dead. Given how many times you've tried it, it doesn't exactly hurt my feelings any more. And believe it or not, I can't say I'm interested in listening to you rant and rave about it, so... if this hasn't helped you learn to play nice, we're probably gonna have to try a different method."
The thorns disappear from the vines, but they wrap around his limbs tighter to make up for it, enough to keep him from moving in any way likely to be helpful.
What d'you reckon, we about done here? I think I wanna leave him to stew for a bit. Figuratively rather than literally... tempting though that is.
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Oh right, Dean couldn't.
I believe that sounds like an excellent plan.
"You do like the woods, right Dean?"
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He turns and begins to walk away, gesturing for Raphael to follow. If Dean thinks that means this whole business is all over though, he'll be disappointed: the vines don't disappear or loosen at all. All that changes in the way of props is that a small team of cartoon rodents appear. Their outfits identify them as Alvin and the Chipmunks, and in case Dean has any trouble recognising them, they'll start singing a while later - probably about twenty minutes before they begin to chew through the vines. After a few paces, Gabriel looks back over his shoulder with a smirk that's about as far away from reassuring as is physically possible.
"Enjoy your night, Deano. Don't let the bedbugs bite... or anything else."