dear_mun | considering prolecto

Fine by me. You just stay... wherever the hell you are, as long as it's far away from me and Sam.

[He's got enough to deal with, considering that dickbag Michael's wearing his dad's face. Oh, did he mention the part about being Scotty'd into a hell city? Because. He was Scotty'd into a hell city.]

I can't believe I'm actually agreeing with you on this.

I bet you're having a good time, though. I mean, there's Michael, who I know you get along fabulously with, and your angel with a complete drug-overdose breakdown, and oh yes, you. Who I have not yet snapped the neck of, unfortunately. But I do, which makes me feel rather warm and tingly inside.

What are you talking about, I'm not--

[And then the mun checks. Dean is just. So unhappy about the world right now. Just fuck his life.]

Hey, man, leave Cas outta this. As for future me- well, I'd say have at it, but I'm not as big of a douche as him. For the record? White pleather boots? Tacky.

You're right, I should have gone barefoot. Your brother's flesh was so much more comfortable than any boots or even clothes. LIke being wrapped in silk.

Yuck it up, Peaches, but I know who gets the last laugh.

Here's a hint.

[He leans in. Mock whisper.]

It's not you.

You know, funny you should say that. Because when you die, I don't think they're gonna let you into heaven. And you know what means.

[he offers a low whistle.]

Wouldn't be too sure about that, they let me in the last time.

[And about fifty times before that. Don't ask him why, because honestly, he couldn't say. He doesn't know who gets to make that call, but it sure as hell isn't him.]

And then you broke their precious rules.

I been breaking those since day one, man.

It's different now.

Oh well. Anyway.

I need something to hunt there anyway. [ And this time wouldn't end with his neck breaking jsyk. ]

[Observe this smugness.]

Make sure you let me murder all your friends first again, like last time. I enjoyed that more than you know.

If that means I get to put one between your eyes, go ahead. [ He doesn't mean that though...or does he? ]

Now, should I tell you, or should I not tell you?

No, I'm not gonna tell you.

Lucifer.

[He should not be happy to see you. Not here, not any place. He knows what he has to do, but the chance that his brother could come to where he is, where they don't have to fight--

Actually that doesn't bode well for Michael.]

We are trying to get out.

Well you did real well at the last thing you tried to do. Low expectations, no disappointment. Nothing personal, big brother.

[Caving you was a success. But he doesn't say that.]

It was never personal. [Except the betrayal. That stung.]

Oh, don't go that far. Lying's a sin, you know.

How I feel has nothing to do with what I've done.

Yeah yeah, just following the orders of dear old dad. I know.

Then why do you expect any different from me?

[He turns away.] It's different there. I have told Castiel that The Plan is on hold. We must leave the city.

I can hope, can't I?

Any luck? If you can't do it, then it's not looking too good.

Hope that I would rebel like you?

No. There is a being named Asmos. I am looking for him. [He has no guidance. Sob.]

Or Castiel. He's practically me putting me to shame these days.

[smirk!!]

Michael has to find someone to open the door for him.

I am a good son.

[He throws him a look. Don't test him. Everyone hates him there.] You would fair no better. Though it is more your style. A city of corruption.

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zzzzzz

/curlsup

/awakens, snuggles

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SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE kjdhdgdidbdnbdjskej /breathes on. hi.

hi um this is my first time so please go easy

haha. no worries. i havent been playing Michael long

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now i need to find a gabe /steeples fingers

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