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waywardsxn​:

Originally posted by lucifers-archangel

“Fruit—— Right. You were totally talkin’ about fruit.”

“Wrigleys.” he declares with a smirk, offering Dean the open pack of gum.

“An old favourite. Fancy a chew?”

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“Juicy....fruit.”

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“I need something from the man of letters storage and perhaps you can help me with it.

Is an ingredient for a spell I’ve been looking for.” -He didn’t want to reveal more, at least not until he was sure that Ketch would help him with it.

“Right?” - he waits a beat, eyeing the stoic figure expectantly for a moment before being forced to continue.

“I am going to need you to elaborate if I am to gather this...secret ingredient for you, hm?”

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“First of all, my name is not Halo.”-The angel rolled his eyes, truly feeling uneasy when someone made fun of his feathers.

“And in fact you’ll be surprised to know that I was waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me?”

Eyes narrowing, he gives the angel a brief once-over from feet to proverbial halo. This was indeed an intriguing surprise, if not a little invasive.

“And to what do I owe this...little intrusion of sorts?”

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waywardsxn

Ketch had mumbled something under his breath that Dean didn’t quite catch. He knew it had to be something asinine, when wasn’t it? Before he could open his mouth to bite back, the other was gone. He disappeared through the tear with a crisp zap of energy.

                   “Son of a bitch… You fuckin’—-”

Truly, he should have seen that coming. Fuck. He’d missed the chance to trip him, knock him out, something to keep him from following behind. Without further pause, Dean set the timer on his watch (24 hours), picked up his duffle bag, and stepped through the glowing tear. His body tingled with the teleportation between worlds and he took a fraction of a second to brush it off.

The dark, post-apocalyptic world buzzed around them with distant screams and gunfire. Hard eyes fell on Ketch’s dumbass and the shadows hollowed out Dean’s features, exacerbating the anger there. He pulled the .45 colt from his waistband, flipped the safety off, and nodded toward the tree line.

                  “You follow my lead here.                     Not a fuckin’ s t e p outside of my plan.                     You hear me?”

Within a matter of seconds, he’s picking himself up off the ground, sweeping bits of foliage and debris from his finely pressed suit - these dimensional rifts always throw him off kilter somewhat. Just a mild inconvenience is all, and one soon to be forgotten as his senses alert him to the familiar sounds of gunfire in the distance of this dark and dismal world, coupled with the cries of those on the receiving end of said shots.

He almost starts when Winchester enters the realm from behind him, the lad somehow managing to stay on his feet, of course. Ketch eyes him briefly, noting what can only be described as the strange allurement of his displeasure, a look that is only accentuated further when his firearm makes an appearance.Nonetheless, there’s a mild roll of hazel eyes at this. 

As if he’s some kind of danger to this little endeavour.

“I am here to help you, Dean, but you’ll need to give me at least a small iota of leeway, hm?”

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“Well, if it isn’t Halo.” 

"How long have you been ruffling your feathers in my margin? I do have....boundaries... you know?”

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‘That is exactly what I thought you’d say.’ he murmurs lowly to himself, gaze steadily fixed on the glowing tear in the atmosphere - it’s energy almost as electric as Dean Winchester’s temper. Could he let the man walk through it alone? Not a chance in hell. It was his personal duty (by force of habit), to see to it that this mess was tended to and cleaned up properly. The Winchester brother, as always, was merely an inconvenient thorn in his side. Albeit a useful one - that he could not deny, no matter how much he would like to.

Without another word, Ketch pushes forward, steadfast in his stride, with enough determination to have him breezing past Dean Winchester and into the light of the open rift before the other man can say Jack Robinson. 

x

“Yes, I suppose being stubborn has and is and always will be your forte’ but I had hoped at this particular moment that you might heed my words of warning.”

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13x18 | Bring ‘Em Back Alive

Ketch seeking redemption on Dean’s skin as so many others have done before him.

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x

“Yes, I suppose being stubborn has and is and always will be your forte’ but I had hoped at this particular moment that you might heed my words of warning.”

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12x22 | Who We Are

Even drugged, injured and crying Dean Winchester is a force to be reckoned with.