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abaddon, knight of hell ([personal profile] handpick) wrote in [community profile] divided 2013-10-17 11:44 am (UTC)

[ abaddon quite likes the height difference; she's above while he's below. it's quite the turn of the tables. ]

[ she wishes there was a way to find out whether the salesman was alive or not. but she can't have all the pieces to the puzzle at once, can she? she knows he's definitely in dean's care. dean wouldn't toss up a vital playing chip like crowley, despite her hunting him down as viciously as she is. but what she can't guarantee, not even with dean's little fallen rat, is whether or not he's simply a meatsuit with a soul or no soul at all. ]

If I get what I want at the end of the day [ she walks towards him, coming to stand right in front of him. there's not much space between their legs, his knees bumping into hers. ] it'll be with flying colours. [ and she smiles, slow and drawn out. because she's the cat that caught the damn canary, even though she has yet to actually plot a way to catch it. ]

[ but with castiel on her side, however temporary it is, she'll find a way to knock down every wall dean's put up around himself to protect him and his property. ]

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