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tigriswolfTitle: Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Milton.
Warnings: um... AU? Spoilers for the fact that Dean went to Hell.
Pairings: none. Ish.
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 440
Point of view: first
Notes: *cackles* If you get this? You're as twisted as me.
Dean... how long, you think, until they learn the truth? Until all your neat little secrets come barreling out? An angel, Dean. He'll smell it, sooner or later. They always do.
You've done a marvelous job so far, I grant you that. You're gifted that way. Like your mother.
Don't walk away from me, boy. Don't you dare. I didn't put you in Hell, or drag you out. But I could have kept you there.
Ah, now you see. Surprised, darling? I didn't think so.
You knew, Dean. From that very... first... moment. You tasted me on your tongue. Felt my skin against yours, smelled my fragrance on the sulfuric air. I am in you. I have always been in you.
You mother, sweet Mary... before she dealt with my flag-bearer, she dealt with me. And your father, too. He sold himself to survive that war.
War. Bah. Humans have no concept of warfare.
Your family, Dean, is almost as twisted as mine. Is it any wonder my kingdom felt like home?
I am in you. Ever fiber, every capillary, every drop of blood and sweat, every tear you've ever cried...
Och, don't look so sad, boy. I'm not telling you anything new, anything you didn't already know. You knew. Can't lie to me.
Can't lie to yourself, not anymore. You've been home.
And that angel, Castiel. One of the younger set, if I remember right. But Uriel... he was with me, at the beginning. Chose the wrong side, of course.
You know, that war? First instance of free will.
Uriel should have known. But like everyone else... he had eyes only for Sam Sammy. My heir, they say. The next big dude with hellfire and brimstone, with his little army of demons, and those nifty powers.
But you and I, Dean, we know better, don't we?
Your mother... I truly wish I could have kept her. Your father was fun for a bit, but so stoic. He refused to scream. Your mother cursed, your father stayed silent, but you?
Oh, you. You really are the best bit of fun I've had in millennia. Make me want to cry with joy.
I've completely lost the point, haven't I?
Ah, yes. Your lie. You should tell dear Samuel the truth, Dean. It's not like he's going to leave, or turn away... not after everything.
He is Azazel's chosen, Dean, not mine. But you knew that, too.
I'm in your blood and your bone, your past and your future. But more than that, son, I am you.
Look in the mirror. Remember. Why do you think Hell felt so much like home?
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oh dear...
Date: 2008-11-09 04:13 pm (UTC)dare i say, write the rest :>
Re: oh dear...
Date: 2008-11-09 11:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-09 07:01 pm (UTC)Special Hell, anyone?
(none. ish. hee!)
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Date: 2008-11-09 11:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-10 01:48 am (UTC)It could account for some of Uriel's contempt, and Dean's resistance to death; and puts an interesting spin on Castiel's rescuing him, imo...he might just be patiently waiting for Dean to remember/admit the truth. *raises brow*
The tone here is almost...affectionate. Kind of like a big cat, lazily playing with the little mouse (because *Evil*, ok?), addressing a valued plaything. *Plaything*, but a *valued* plaything. *muses*
*heaves a sigh, resigns self to never having MORE*
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Date: 2008-11-10 01:50 am (UTC)And now I'm picturing Shere Kahn. *hee* Thank you!
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Date: 2008-11-10 02:16 am (UTC)I'm in your blood and your bone, your past and your future. But more than that, son, I am you.
Look in the mirror. Remember. Why do you think Hell felt so much like home?
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Date: 2008-11-11 02:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-10 02:29 am (UTC)Man, that last line is a killer. So awesome. I don't suppose there'll ever be more to this one?
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Date: 2008-11-10 04:39 am (UTC)http://julorean.livejournal.com/35807.html
Now I'm wondering if I got it. I am pretty twisted.
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Date: 2008-11-11 02:28 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-11-10 11:48 am (UTC)I really can't get anything else out. Just...wow.
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Date: 2008-11-11 02:51 am (UTC)*trembles*
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Date: 2008-11-11 06:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-11 01:43 pm (UTC)The mood is just whoa!! *shivers*
*_*
And if I'm right, it's Lucifer talking to Dean in his dreams or his mind, isn't it?
<~ big fan of your work, but too lazy to write comments most of the time...
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Date: 2008-11-11 06:13 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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