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The man oozed fear. It was almost enough to make Alastair laugh. ❝I think that the more plausible question here Mr. Dunn is what am I not who.❞ Stopping his arms limp at his sides Alastair's eyes were blank. ❝Curiosity has brought me here. Professional curiosity.❞

As the stranger stepped nearer, Benji instinctively took a few steps back. 

"Who are you?" he asked, eyeing him up cautiously. "What do you want?"

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               His eyes followed Dean's hand. Dean was hiding something. Alastair wanted to know exactly what it was he was hiding. However, there was some energy something rolling off Dean that led Alastair to believe that antagonizing him may not be the wisest decision.                  ❝A different animal-- but, not new. Something old.❞

Just what he needed. A blast from the past that was like a punch in the nuts. He swallowed, his hand automatically going to cover the Mark on his arm, thumb tracing over the raised skin.

"I’m a different animal than the one you trained."

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❝I know a lot of things. More than you can ever imagine.❞ Alastair smirked taking a couple steps closer to him. ❝Let's just say that if I get my hands on someone I have a way of getting information. That's how I know your name.❞

Benji froze at the sound of the stranger’s voice. It was dark therefore making him hard to see but he kept his distance. 

"Excuse me?" He asked, knowing not to acknowledge that he knew Dean. "How do you know my name?"

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                The fear that radiated off of her was intoxicating. Alastair became almost giddy though it wasn't clear. When she finally spoke a grin curled over his face. 

                 ❝I'm not just any demon.❞ 

                 What she was exactly was what he wanted-- there was something different about her and that was something that Alastair wasn't used to anymore. After thousands of years as a demon not much was new to him.                    ❝What the hell do I want with you? My my my such a mouth. I've got a few questions. Questions that must be answered.❞ 

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       Her heart began to pound as she still seemed to trying and wiggle out of the holds. It was no use, she tried to calm down and center herself. But the fear that had consumed her mind began to settle a pit in her stomach.

       ❝Let me take a wild guess? You’re a demon.❞

       She almost spat as her eyes went to his shoulders, indicating her guess was correct. A black shadow hovered on his shoulder. She had ceased her movements as she now sat still watching the others movements.

       ❝Besides the obvious of your curios mind about me. What the hell do you want with me?❞  ​

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​          ❝Well if it isn't my star pupil.❞ Alastair smiled. He hadn't seen Dean since the whole Sam incident. Quite unpleasant it was-- something was off though. ❝It appears as though something has changed although I can't quite put my finger on it.❞

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❝It's a slippery slope your walking Mr. Dunn. These streets alone-- knowing your friend Dean Winchester is who he is. Perhaps you ought to be just a little more careful when you're out. You know you wouldn't want just anyone to grab you.❞

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Alastair | “On the Head of a Pin”

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❝It's amazing how a couple hundred years of people thinking you're dead can leave a man feeling--- murderous.❞  Alastair began scanning the people for someone-- anyone that would be a worthy victim.

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            Time passed-- how long well, that was relative. Earth time was different than Hell and Alastair tended to keep Hell time. Finally movement and a small smirk crossed his lips. As the bright blue eyes opened Alastair began to speak.            ❝Ah-- and finally you have decided to grace me with your presence. Fight all you like but, you're stuck here for as long as I choose.❞           Slowly moving towards the woman Alastair eyed her up. She was after all his newest carving toy. 

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       Feeling a pounding in her skull, Kayla moved her neck to the left and right. Her eyes still closed a small pained grunt moved from slightly parted lips. Trying to move her body, seconds passed as her body didn’t move with her minds orders. Her bright blue eyes slid open, now seeing the explanation on why she has not been able to move. She was bounded to a solid object, one in which she would have struggles with if she kept moving. The area around her had been tainted with darkness, but for Kayla she can see in the dark. Blinking several times, struggling to try and get loose a chill drew up her spine. As she snapped her eyes to a presences that had made itself known.

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                    It was clear Alastair could still                     get under his skin. Dean was                     always horrible at hiding that.            ❝Ah you didn't know-- that's           always the excuse isn't it?           You didn't know you were the           first seal-- you didn't know           you were having a showdown           with me. Perhaps it's all true           but eventually you have to           answer for the things you've           done. No matter who you           save-- it's not going to make up           for the lives you've taken. The           innocent souls that have been           lost at your hands.❞                          It was clear that Dean wanted to                          keep his eyes on Alastair-- not                          that he wanted to do a thing to the                          Winchester. What good would it                          do? Besides he already knew he                          could break him.                 ❝I thought it was clear why I'm                here-- to watch the world burn.                After all that's what I've always                wanted. If you go down with it                then that's just icing on the                cake.❞                               Of course the slight sentimental                               side of Alastair didn't want to see                               Dean go up in flames but his                               loyalty to Lucifer came first.                   ❝You can't honestly tell me                  you're surprised to see me.❞

    Dean did his best to try to keep      Alastair within eyesight. While     Dean might’ve gotten Alastair     spitting blood to the very ground     his shoes walked upon, there     was a moment there when      Alastair broke free and taught     Dean what would happen when     messing with the big guns.

          That memory was burned into his           head not just because of the sheer           embarrassment he felt and the ache           that consumed his body when done.           But because that was when Alastair           told Dean that he was the reason           that he was struggling to survive and           taking care of a camp full of worried           people.

     If people found out about Dean      breaking the first seal, there       would finally be hell walking the      earth. No more would the older      brother be a leader, but a disgrace      to even be titled as one.  

                 ”I didn’t even know that I was having                  a showdown with the big boss until                  the wing dicks came to me and said                  to get information. Hell, they threw                   you to me like I had no choice. But I’m                  not going to deny that I liked watching                  you tied up, getting tortured by your own                  pupil.”

    Dean had no upperhand here,     that much for sure. Alastair was     keen at the art of getting to the     truth, even without tools. It was     like his eyes could burn into Dean’s     head and pry the information out     of him without a single flick of     pain. And it was because Dean     was trying to one up someone     who cannot lose. Alastair.

                “What do you even want, Alastair? Why are you here?”

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                         ”Ƥιcαѕѕσ Ɯιтн A Rαzσя”

                    Hєℓℓ’ѕ  ☠  Gяαη∂  ☠  Ƭσяυяєя

                                       Gσ Dιяєcтℓу Tσ Hєℓℓ- 

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    Dean looked down at the pliers in hand,     coated with sanguine and tissues. It was     sick, gruesome to the eye, but didn’t create     a reaction out of the Winchester. No. This     was a familiar sight Dean knew all too well.

             ”Maybe because I’m aware that this person              is still living and there’s a chance we can              keep him alive.” It was a lie as soon as it fell              from his lips and Dean knew it.

     Dean was sloppy because of the lack of      time he spent into doing this thing over      the course of the years before the outbreak.      But picking up the pace again, Dean had to      admit: the demons wouldn’t crack as easily      and as fast as they would in hell. And that      always brought disappointment over Dean.

                 ”I think you’re the last person who should                  be giving me advice on torturing, Alastair,                   since it was me who had your ass chained                  up and gagging on your blood for a few good                  hours, tops.”

          Time had done nothing for the eldest           Winchester boy. He'd learned           nothing-- Forgotten his shortcomings           and placed himself upon a pedestal           that simply did not exist. If he had it in           him Alastair would have felt sorry for           Dean but, that wasn't in his nature.                Pity was weakness and that was something                that Alastair refused to feel. There may                have at one time been a small amount of                fondness for Dean Winchester but clearly                he'd lost whatever sense he had and that                fondness was evaporating before his very                eyes. Dean was nothing more than a detestable                human like the rest.                            ❝He can be kept alive?❞ Raising                           an eyebrow Alastair snorted                           shaking his head. ❝Blood loss                           means nothing to you then?                           Because clearly-- judging by the                           amount of blood on the floor amongst                           other places this man is lucky he is                           still alive.❞           Continuing to circle him like prey           Alastair's assessment of the situation           was simply that Dean like every           human didn't have the patience to           torture-- The words from Dean's lips           stopped Alastair for a moment in his tracks.                              ❝Ah you were indeed the last person to                             have me choking on my own blood-- the                             difference though between you and I-- I                             liked it. Not to mention that without the                             help of your feathery friend I wouldn't have                             been there. Let us not forget that.❞

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Current Muses

Active {{ basically I visit these guys daily }}

Dean Winchester from Supernatural

(I’m here all the time)

Spock from Star Trek

(I do replies as I collect them)

Seeley Booth from Bones

Semi Active {{ I try to hop on once a week or so }} 

Alastair from Supernatural

On Request Only {{ any RP requests need to be sent to dean winchester or spock’s blogs for me to get them. I’m not there often at all. }} 

Cain from Supernatural

Peter Quill from Guardians of the Galaxy

Four from the Divergent Series

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