( open post! ) voicetest → abaddon

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[ abaddon is still recruiting. both meatsuits and demons, the queen doesn't stop her search simply because the white knights had ruined her plan of entrapment a few months ago. she had expected as much. the boys were fun to play with, and for them to simply fall into her palm would've been boring. ]

[ them falling had caused a slight change in her plans. while she still recruited both meatsuits and demons, she had every intention of eliminating the threat of that angel on the white's side. a new location means the dance is different, and abaddon is quite looking forward to how the steps will change. the hotel unit is one she knows the boys had been at previously, perhaps a few weeks prior, even months to a year. the carpark is empty, sans two cars, one the impala and one belonging presumably to the man she'd smacked the head off of earlier. ]

[ she managed to lure him away from his brother, or the angel; whatever he really was, he was the boy king no longer. her expendable demons were dealing with him, trying to ravel him up in a spider's web so tight he couldn't angel himself out of it, while she lured her favourite hunter a few apartments away. she had laughed as she walked, hair whipping around as she glanced over her shoulder. he'd been running after her, anger pinching his face in such an attractive way she couldn't quite help throwing her head up before turning, walking backwards. she easily bests him when he's close to her, spinning him around, pinning an arm behind his back. even if he says give, she won't. ]

[ their fight turns physical; almost like a dance. ]

[ sam and the demons are in an alleyway while they're dancing out in the carpark, right in the middle of the day, right in the centre of the dancefloor. they'd danced in a circle; through an alleyway and back, just where they had started to simply end. abaddon has him on his knees again — or almost. dean winchester is as stubborn as a mule. he does not bend when and where she wants him to, but merely fights against her, back curved as she tried to snap him in half as if he were a twig. ]

[ but him, being the ass that he is, fought back. and where he did not break, he pushed. and they ended up tumbling into the motel room, door bursting open, the top of it breaking from its hinge, as they seemed to spin before one of them seemed to bend at the knee and fall. ]

[ she's underneath him, for the first time since they began their squabbles. her hands break free of their tight grip of his arms, coming up to fall back, bending at the wrists. she looks as though a fallen angel, her arms being her wings, but the image falls away quickly with a tight curl of her palm at the back of his neck. ]

It's not nice to knock a girl down.