FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
"yes, seriously. i can't even get close to figuring out what kind of spell or curse this is but it has to have some kind of bestial tie to it. or it might just be because he's a Demon. spells tend to get funny when it comes to Demons." Bruce admitted. "what do you mean find him again? he hasn't gone anywhere. he didn't seam at all bothered that i was there." Bruce admitted. "i've tagged him with a tracker just in case. he won't be able to slip away without me noticing." Bruce promised. "i think Bailey will be very relieved to know he didn't willingly leave her. whatever this spell is? it's damn strong." Bruce admitted before wincing a little. "do you need me to come back? Dean isn't going anywhere and he'll be fine. even if he takes off again i can find him anytime now." he promised before snorting. "leave Crowley out of it. he might make a deal with her just to see what happens." he pointed out. he froze suddenly and then cursed. "Dean's booking it. fast. i have to go."
as she sprawled she'd see something in the near distance. a body, a mutilated body. it was John Winchester, form pale and flies settled all over his body. she couldn't see but maggots had been feasting on him for weeks now and his body was nearly incapable of surviving despite the demonic soul keeping it going. Dean had spread him, and drove large nails through his hands, pinning him to the large board he was laying on and had used metal hinges, bent just so to keep his ankles in place, and his neck as well. then Dean had gutted him. even as she watched a turkey buzzard flew down to take a nibble. what made it all the more gruesome was the mark that locked John into his own body. no misting away from him. until the mark was destroyed, which was protected by the metal around John's neck, he had to live through his own body decaying. only once the boy was dead and gone would the soul die. a spark of demonic spells where etched, as soon as the mark on John's neck, which tied him to his body, was broken, then the marks he'd carefully etched into John's very soul would kick in, and would rip the soul to shreds, until there was nothing left at all. john Winchester was dying the slowest death possible.
suddenly with a howl of rage, Dean was there, slamming into existence next to Bailey and Lucifer, wildness in every pore. as Bruce had said, Dean was naked and covered in mud from head to toe. his black eyes glittered wildly and his hair was long and just as filthy as the rest of him. he snarled again and turned to face Lucifer, not that it mattered. Lucifer was already dead.
as she sprawled she'd see something in the near distance. a body, a mutilated body. it was John Winchester, form pale and flies settled all over his body. she couldn't see but maggots had been feasting on him for weeks now and his body was nearly incapable of surviving despite the demonic soul keeping it going. Dean had spread him, and drove large nails through his hands, pinning him to the large board he was laying on and had used metal hinges, bent just so to keep his ankles in place, and his neck as well. then Dean had gutted him. even as she watched a turkey buzzard flew down to take a nibble. what made it all the more gruesome was the mark that locked John into his own body. no misting away from him. until the mark was destroyed, which was protected by the metal around John's neck, he had to live through his own body decaying. only once the boy was dead and gone would the soul die. a spark of demonic spells where etched, as soon as the mark on John's neck, which tied him to his body, was broken, then the marks he'd carefully etched into John's very soul would kick in, and would rip the soul to shreds, until there was nothing left at all. john Winchester was dying the slowest death possible.
suddenly with a howl of rage, Dean was there, slamming into existence next to Bailey and Lucifer, wildness in every pore. as Bruce had said, Dean was naked and covered in mud from head to toe. his black eyes glittered wildly and his hair was long and just as filthy as the rest of him. he snarled again and turned to face Lucifer, not that it mattered. Lucifer was already dead.