Posts by Midnightleap

[font=georgia][color=black]Dean pushes himself up from the cot, stepping out from under the now broken devil's trap. "No, I know my brother. I knew exactly what he would do after what happened. He's most likely tied himself up somewhere, praying to Cas to help him." Dean crouches, picking up the discarded blade from earlier. Twirling the tip of it on the pad of his left index finger as he thought. "He's addicted but its stronger this time. If he doesn't have my blood, or any demon blood for that matter, for any period of time...it might kill him."

Sharp relief floods through the Murderer's veins at the mention of her husband's safety. Though, the relief is quickly chased away by disgust as her skin crawled as she watched Crowley's eyes trail up and down her body. "What is it, exactly, do you want from me?"

[font=georgia][color=black]Dean shakes his head, standing up quickly. "No, I just think that Sam doesn't even know what kind of danger he is exactly in."

The Murderer's jaw stiffens as Crowley brushes the blade along her jawline. Jerking her head up and away from it as she fought the overwhelming urge to kick out at him. "You got to be bloody kidding me!" Her British accent thickening along with her anger. She believed the Hell part, she always believed that there was a Hell for those who've sinned. She also always believed that there a small part of it just waiting for he'd to die and take up residence in its torturous depths. "You want me to become your wife, your Queen, just so you won't lose power? But I'm already married!" The Murderer's eyes glinted as she looked at him. "Not to mention you're holding me against my will."

[font=georgia][color=black]Dean exits the room, slowly walking throughout the halls as he called for his brother. "Sam. Sammy, I know you're here somewhere. Its no use hiding. I've found you before, I can just as easily find you again. I have all the time in the world, you...well, you don't."

The Murderer is frozen as the images of her beloved Doctor being tortured, hooks through his body as skin and muscle and bone are pulled from his body. Though, once the images release her, she jerks her head back with a howl of pure anger. Hatred flows through her body, it took every once of self-control she had packed away to keep from growling nothing but cuss words at the man. "I'll do it. I'll do it, as long as you let him go."

[font=georgia][color=black]"Sammy, no one is going to come to help you." Dean taunts, his eyes now fully black as he searches the rooms one by one. "I told you. I told you that your regret it."

[font=georgia][color=black]It was just a minute later that Dean found Sam. He bursts into room, taking a moment to take in the scene in front of him. Sam tied up his wrists with zipties and his face was shiny with tears, causing a certain tightness in Dean's chest.

The Murderer felt her hearts jump and increase speed as Crowley steps closer to her. He was close enough that she could smell him and his scent is surprisingly pleasant. He smelled of whiskey and spice with a very faint, undetectable to the untrained nose, hint of blood. "Just kiss me already and get it over with."

[font=georgia][color=black]Dean could see the conflict inside of Sam's body and mind. The brother's body automatically tries to lunge for Dean, needing what his demon blood would offer....But in Sam's mind, he knew all that has happened. He knows the ultimate sin they have committed. He knows the danger and pain Dean represents. And, even as a demon, that knowledge almost breaks Dean.

The Murderer's skin tingles with small, electric-like currents as Crowley grips her face. He kisses her with surprising gentleness that shocked her enough to cause her to kiss him back. What happens next was something of a blur to her. The demon turns from her, picking up his knife before turning back around and unlocking the cuffs that had held her above the ground. She slumps to the floor, her bones and muscles aching too much for her to move. After a moment though, she does. The Murderer jumps wearily to her feet, her black gaze flickering around the room as she reached inside her leather jacket, nearly sighing with relief as she found most if not all of her blades still in their places.

The Murderer scowls as she looks down at her clothes. Damn, those were her favorite pair of black jeans. "Just, let me see him one more time. That's all I'm asking for."

[font=georgia][color=black]"Yeah, you do. You might doe if you don't have it." Dean's low voice cracks as he speaks. He slowly waked till he stood right in front of Sam, lowering himself into a crouch as they were eye level.

The Murderer suddenly peeks up at the sight of her unharmed husband. She tushes to him, sitting on the edge of his cot, taking his face between her shaking hands. "Doctor. Doctor, please wake up. I need you to wake up." She fought to keep her voice steady, all too aware of the King of Hell's presence but the Doctor is her weakness and she always let everything go around him.

The Murderer turned to glare at Crowley before focusing her full attention on her husband. "We were kidnapped. But they are setting you free. I'm making sure of it." As she spoke, she went to work on the fabric that bound his hands. She wasn't able to look him in the eyes, as her own shone with unshed tears. She growls in frustration when her trembling fingers refuse to let her untie the knots so she just reaches inside of her jacket and uses the blade she grabs to saw through it. When she is done, the Murderer drops the knife and helps the Doctor into the sitting position before pulling him into a tight hug. "Protect Diana. You and her are the most important people in the universe to me and I wouldn't be able to bare it if either of you two for hurt." She says this in a normal tone, uncaring of Crowley heard her.

[font=georgia][color=black]"Good, I don't want to be saved." That's what Dean says but what he feels is completely different. Its ridiculous that Sam was still to make this demon feel anything other than anger or lust.

The Murderer gives the Doctor a weak smile as she leaned her head into the hand that cupped her cheek. Though her smile quickly drops from her face as she felt Crowley move closer to them. She looks over at the demon to tell him to back off but she sees him reaching the hand that cupped her cheek. Her black eyes widen as she leans forward, taking her husband into her arms but they are soon empty. A sudden sob breaks through her self-control. The Murderer slaps her hand over her mouth. The Doctor's scent still hung in the air and that was probably what kept her from breaking.

[font=georgia][color=black]Dean rubs his chin, taking in the sight of the all too familiar amulet. "Goddamnit Sam."

[font=georgia][color=black]The Murderer leaps up from the cot, fixing her furious black gaze on the demon. "You'll let me see them?! I'm far from the kind of woman you want to try to keep under lock and key!" She was glad though that her last sight of him was of him clean and unhurt. But she was upset that his last sight of her was of her covered in blood, her usually fiery red hair dark with dried mud, tangling and matted against her skull. She knew her skin was currently covered in healing bruises and her expression feral. Oh god, what was he going to tell their daughter?

[font=georgia][color=black]Dean closes his eyes, sighing before opening them again as he reaches over to break the restraints that held Sam in his spot. "I always had the suspicion that you kept that damned thing."