ᗪ . ᗯ . ── dean barely tries to conceal the bitterness in his laughter as gaze travels donnie’s corporeal figure ; this deal was far below his pay grade , but dean refused to let @sw1ngin waste away in limbo ────── not when he could be an asset to hell , not when he still had more music to release on earth ⁽ ˢᵃᵐ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᶠᵘⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶠᵃⁿ , ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵃⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ˢᵃᵐ’ˢ ʳᵘᵗʰˡᵉˢˢ ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵈᵉᵃⁿ’ˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ⁾ . the emerald of his irises disappears as a black replaces them , smile spreads upon features as head tilts to the side , figure slowly moves toward donnie’s . ❝ ’m afraid that ship has already sailed , monroe . ❞
❝ no . . . i’m here to save you from damnation . whaddya say ? let’s make a deal . ❞
“ you’re not gonna try to kill me , are you ? ”
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ᗪ . ᗯ . ── another one of donnie’s songs is hummed under his breath ⁽ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵐⁱⁿᵒʳ ᵏᵉʸ ⁻⁻⁻ ʰᵉ’ᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵐᵉⁿᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ⁾ as gaze fixates on @sw1ngin through the lit - up mirror ; they were in another city , another state , and dean was beginning to lose track of where donnie’s influence failed to reach ────── he’d sworn to sam that donnie was an asset to hell , that donnie would help dean collect souls . dean refused to disappoint his brother ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ⁿᵒʷ ˢʷᵒʳᵉ ᶠᵉᵃˡᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ⁾ , but donnie’s continued resistance to their cause was growing far too tiresome , and dean had lost all patience since his return without a soul . the humming stops entirely as donnie speaks , finger taps against the flesh of his inner arm as arms cross .
❝ perhaps you’re forgetting the parameters of our agreement , monroe . don’t forget who the authority is here . ❞ because in reality , dean owned donnie now ────── he owned donnie , and half the crew on the fucking tour , and soon it would be half of the world ⁽ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒⁿⁿⁱᵉ’ˢ ⁱᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗ , ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒⁿⁿⁱᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁾ . ❝ we talk when i want to talk . you do what i want you to do . and you sing what i fucking ask you to sing . this isn’t a democracy . ❞
“ alright , whatever . i’m too tired to argue . ”
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