---Downtown---

“AHHHH!!! This just smells like home!” Dean shouted with sadistic glee.

“Maybe to you,” I said, “mine smelled like sterilization fluids, shit, and semen.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “God, you are so negative. Can’t you just wake up and smell the damn coffee and be happy?”

After a short, blank stare, I asked, “The fuck is coffee?”

Dean did a sharp intake of air and spoke through gritted teeth, “Let’s just get the damn guy...” He groaned.

“Fine fine, let’s go.” I followed him silently, too distracted by my growing hunger to say anything.

We make it to an alleyway, and Dean stops just outside of it, his smirk growing wider and wider. He pulls out the hilt of wraith blade but doesn’t activate it and says, “Oh I’m going to enjoy every second of this...” He growled out. I peer inside the alley and spot a stallion hiding behind the dumpster, holding a knife in his teeth. Is this what we came here for?

I pointed to him and asked, “Is that him?”

Dean nodded and whispered, “Oh it gets better, and I think you’ll enjoy this even more than you normally would.”

“And why is that? I’d enjoy it no matter what at this point.”

“One word: rapist.”

“Ah.” I said, as I nodded calmly. I then stared into the alley and held my right arm up. “Two words,” I activated my claws and made my eyes glow red, “lunch time.”

--30 minutes later--

        I walked out of the alley, which was currently splattered with blood and small bits of meat, and wiped my hands on my pants, “That was nice.”

Dean sneered at the mess and said, “Brutta... you could at least clean yourself up.”

“Fuck your manners I’m dead!”

Dean groaned and facepalmed, “Fucking really...? Alright, just... just hold still.” He tells me. I felt the blood on me lift off and become solid, as does the blood on my pants, leaving myself clean.

“Oh, neat, now I don’t have to spend three hours scrubbing this thing clean. Thanks.” I walked over to him and gave him a pat on the back. With my right hand. Which nearly made him fall forward.

“Goddammit...” He muttered. He straightened himself out and moved towards where I ate the asshole pony. “Well, time to get to work I guess.” He cracked his neck as the atmosphere became colder and colder. As he worked, he began to whistle a tune I never heard, kind of nice I guess, and cleaned up all of the blood like he did for me. He turned around and weakly smiled. “Still pretty fucking tired...” he muttered quietly as he used the wall to hold himself up.

I stared at him curiously, “You alright man? You seem pretty worn out...”

Dean chuckled, weaker than before, and reassured me, “Yeah... I’m fine.”

“Okay then, let’s just walk back to the others then.” I turned around and started walking back, before I heard a thump behind me. Looking back, I saw Dean had collapsed to the ground, and was unconscious. Fuck uh..... “God dammit, now I gotta drag your ass back there.” I picked him up from the ground and draped him over my shoulder, beginning my trek back.

---Silver Wing---

        When I got back, Jav, Arlosia, Ardiente, and Feral had, I guess, went up to the room. I decided to head up as well and put Dean in bed to let him rest. When I reached the room, I found it empty, oddly enough. Shrugging, I dropped Dean into the bed and turned to leave. I stopped though, and turned to look at the bed where he was sleeping.

        “Eh, I was kinda tired anyway.” I then unceremoniously flopped myself onto the bed, landing right on top of Dean. He only gave a grunt in his sleep, which I didn’t really hear as I had already drifted off.

--The next day--

        I was woken up by screaming. It was Dean, who was yelling, “TOO CLOSE! TOO CLOSE!”

        I opened my eyes to stare at him briefly, then closed them and mumbled, “Shut the fuck up, I’m sleeping...”

“Why the hell are you on top of me!?!” He yells.

“Well,” I answer tiredly, “I was sleepy, this is the only bed for whatever reason, and I didn’t feel like sleeping on the floor.”

“Get the fuck off of me then!” he exclaimed with annoyance and possibly embarrassment.

“God, fine, stop your complaining.” I, as slowly and lethargically as possible, slinked off of him, much to his annoyance. “Happy?”

He started glowing like when I made that comment back when he brutalized that blanca,  except this time it was brighter than last time.

“Much better, thank you...” He muttered. He pulled on his tie to loosen it a bit and pushed the brim of his hat down to hide his face.

“Okay, really,” I shouted, “what is with the God damn glowing!? Seriously, what is it!?”

“W-well...” He drifted off.

I leaned in a bit closer, “Hmm? Didn’t catch that.”

“I-it means...” he drifted off again.

“Yes?”

“IT MEANS BLUSHING DAMMIT!” he shouted.

I lurched back, slightly embarrassed now. I also noticed my body was glowing as well. “Oh.”

“Yeah...” He glowed brighter.

I was about to respond, when a polite cough from the doorway cut me off. We looked over to see Jav, Arlosia, and Ardiente standing there, varying degrees of ‘what the fuck’ on their faces.

I smiled nervously, “Uh... Hey guys... How much of that did you see?”

Ardiente shuddered a bit, “Too much.” Dean tried to hide his face under the shadows of his hat.

“Well, um...” I looked to Dean for assistance, “Help me out here!”

Dean quietly stepped forward, when suddenly he pointed at me and said, “It was all her.” He then looked away and didn’t say anything else, his glow increasing in brightness.

I looked at him, shaking my fist, “FUCK YOU!”

Arlosia looked up at me curiously, “But why would you want to-”

“Not what I meant!” My body was practically radiating by now, casting a red glow fucking everywhere. “For fuck’s sake, I was just tired and didn’t want to sleep on the damn floor. That’s it! Happy?”

Jav raised an eyebrow and smirked, “You’re being very defensive about this. Any reason?”

Dean and I simultaneously whipped our heads around to glare at him, “Shut it!”

“Anyway,” I said, hoping to stop this, “where were you guys yesterday?”

Jav’s eyes wandered off to the side, “Oh, around...” After my glare intensified, he held up his hands, “Fine, fine... We were going to go to the castle and see about meeting the princesses, but apparently I look like a pedophile and was thrown out. Bloody assholes. Arlosia being there didn’t help either.”

“It’s not that far from the truth...” Dean muttered quietly.

Jav glared at him, “I heard that.”

“Good.”

I stepped between them and held my arms up, “Simmer down, we don’t want another fight.”

“Relax, it’s just a joke.” Dean waved his hand nonchalantly.

I stared at him coldly, “Yes, because making jokes about child rapists in front of me is so sincere and kind hearted of you. Fucking dick.” Dean shrugged, and sighed.

“Fine fine, no more pedo jokes.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“I will string you up by your dick. YOUR DICK!”

Dean stared blankly at me before he shrugged, “Heard worse.”

“Extremity doesn’t matter all the time. As long as they die, it’s fine in the end.”

This time he was glaring, “Calm the fuck down. I said I would stop, and I fed you so quit your bitchin’.”

I gave him a level stare, “Last person that said that shoved his COCK UP MY ASS!”

Dean threw his arms in the air, “Jesus there is just no mute button on you is there! I said I would stop! Fucking enough!”

I nodded, “Okay.” I paused for a second before looking at him again, “Oh, and for the record?” I pressed my finger against a small, round bulge in my neck, and a click was heard. I then mouthed wordlessly, ‘There is one.’

“PRAISE THE LORD SHE DOES!”

I clicked it again, “I control it though, so only I decide when I shut up.”

“FUCK!”

I laughed at him for a second before remembering something. I walked over to the wall and banged my hand on it, “Hey white haired fuck, you in there!? Wanna come join us in here!?”

Dean looked at me and asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“Oh just some guy named Michael, a Wraith I met yesterday. He’s not so bad, but his friend Flare is a bitch, wanted to use force to remove Feral from the building.” I started banging on the wall over and over again, trying to get his attention, “C’mon man, get in here!”

        “Yeah come on man, we need more people!” Dean shouted.

        I was not expecting his response to be as follows, “NO GOD DAMN IT! I WILL NOT JOIN YOUR DEMONIC ORGY SARAH!”

        …

        …

        …

        “What the fucking FUCK!?” I stormed out the door and went over to his, kicked it open and glared at him. “What the hell do you think we’re doing in there!?”

        He blinked, “You mean that you weren’t getting fucked?”

        I stared at him in bewilderment, before shouting, “NO! What in the possible FUCK made you think that!?”

        “All I heard were some very sexual words.”

        I gave him a blank look, “I am one of the most vulgar people I know, and none of that sounded sexual to me! How fucking sick minded are you!?”

        “I can’t rightly help it when I hear the words ‘cock up my ass’ coming from your room.”

        “I was talking about RAPE!”

        He stood up, “Well I only heard the things you yelled. I didn’t know you were talking about rape.”

        “You know what? Whatever.” I turned to leave, before staring back at Flare, who had just finished vomiting, “Back on the fucking LIST, pony bitch!” I then left, slamming the (remainder) of the door. I then threw the door open again, “You coming or what?”

        He answered, “Yeah. By the way who’s next door?”

        Walking over to my room, I told him, “Everyone from yesterday, as well as a friend of mine.” I opened the door and walked in, waiting for him to follow.

        I stared at Michael, who was looking at Dean wide eyed. Poking him in the head (making him bleed a bit thanks to my fingernails) I asked, “You alright lad?”

        He answered, still staring at Dean, “I think so... I can’t be sure yet.”

        Rolling my eyes, I hit him on the side of the head with my knuckles, “You got the hots for him or something? You’re locking up just looking at him.”

        He looked at me in disgust, “FUCK NO! Do you even know who the hell that is!?”

        I stared up in thought, “Not really. Only heard his name once or twice around the facility. I know his name, and that he’s good at what he does, that’s about it.”

        He practically shouted at me, “He’s one of the most famous mobsters in the entire United States!”

        After staring at him in silence, I asked, “The hell is the United States?”

        He facepalmed and said, “The country on which you stood.”

        “Sorry if I didn’t know that,” I responded, “A.N.G.E.L. didn’t exactly let me out much. Or let me learn anything.”

        He looked at Dean before holding out a hand. “Okay then. I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this. Nice to meet you, I’m Michael.”

Dean stared at the hand looking bored at the hand before shaking it half heartedly, “and look at all the fucks I don’t give.”

Michael threw his hands up and yelled, “They’re just falling from the sky!”

Dean raised an eyebrow before smirking, “Oh we’ll get along just fine.”

I stared at them blankly, before putting a cigarette in my mouth and lighting it, mumbling loud enough for them to hear, “Jesus, just met and they’re flirting already...”

Dean looked in my direction, “Jealous?”

Without looking at him, I retorted, “With how you were lighting up? Maybe I am...”

Dean scoffed, “You caught me by surprise, besides, wasn’t it you who was on top?”

I shrugged, “Wanted to see what it was like to take charge for once.”

He laughed, “Well then, my body is yours when you want it.” he did a mock bow as he took his hat off.

Without taking my eyes off him, I shrugged my trench coat off and dropped my vest, “If you really want... This.” I gestured to my scarred body.

He shrugged before sighing sadly, “I’ve seen worse.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I put my clothes back on, “Whatever, not like I’d do that anyway. I’d probably break down and cry before you got within a good three feet of me.”

        Dean sighed again, “ I hope you can get past that one day.”

        I gave him a sidelong look, “The day I get over my fear of dicks, after having one shoved in me against my will over nine hundred times, is the day the God damned world ends.” Dean’s eyes darkened at the mention of rape, but go back to their original brightness.

“I see. I hope you realize that you never have to worry about that again.”

I laughed, “Next fucker to try that gets his dick torn off and shoved down his throat.”

Dean smirked viciously, “I would start by breaking his legs. Then peel the dick like a bannana, and then put different pieces in various openings, ears, mouth, ass, it wouldn’t matter.”

I gave a low whistle, “I like your style. That would take too long for my liking though, I’d rather spend as little time around them as possible, even if they’re dead.”

Dean laughed evilly, “Oh I’m very quick when it comes to torture. I’ve had to give a little extra tender love and care to the rapists and serial killers of the world, and enjoyed every second of it.

        I chuckled, “Jeez, you’re starting to sound... Like...” I scowled as an unwanted thought came up, “Her.” Oh dear God I did not need to think of her at a time like this, and by that I mean any fucking time. I still fucking hate them for creating that... That thing.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “Who?”

        I shuddered involuntarily, “Ugh, the most horrible thing A.N.G.E.L. ever made. She’s about ten times worse than me, and with even looser morals.”

“Oh boy, a meaner Sarah, like I don’t need to deal with you enough as it is.” Dean facepalmed.

        I shook my head fiercely, “That thing is not just a meaner me. I have seen that freak eat people’s heads off in a few bites, then spit them into other’s faces to blind them, just so she could bite their stomachs out and play in their guts.”

“Fun.” Dean deadpanned.

“She was eight years old when she did that. Well, technically one year old, but that’s when not factoring in all the, er, stuff, before hand.” I looked around nervously, trying to avoid saying anything about where exactly she came from.

“Well, she’s not around, right?” Dean asked.

I fidgeted in place and looked around even quicker, “Ehehe, yeah, sure, not around, let’s go with that. Totally, she’s gone, nope, no more of her, that’s for sure.” Jesus Christ I am fucking terrible at lying...

“Sarah, you can’t lie for shit.” He deadpanned and stared at me.

“Okay... Well... Maybe she’s... Kindasortamyalternatepersonalitybroughtonbythenumerousdrugstheypumpedintome!” I smiled sheepishly. “Remember when I said I go crazy if I don’t eat anyone? Well... Uuuuuhhh, yeah.”

“Let me guess, she manifests herself when your body goes through some sort of phase.” Dean deadpanned.

That... Is so far from the truth but I don’t want to go into detail. “Yes. Yes she does.”

He stared at me for a moment before nodding, “Alright. If that’s what happens, then be careful.” Oh sweet lord we are boned if this happens.

I nodded quickly, “Uh-huh, careful. Definitely, I do not want her taking over again.”

“Anyway we can prevent it from happening?” he asked curiously.

“Eat people.”

“Well shit, ponies will have to do.” He sighs. He sounds like he’s heard of this before.

“Yup, and there is no possible way they won’t do, I’m sure of it.” Fucking hell I probably have about a month.

Dean then glared at me, “A little too agreeable, aren’t you? What are you hiding?”

I laughed nervously, “Definitely not the fact that I’m not too sure I can keep her dow-” I clamped my hands over my mouth.

Dean sighed, “Dammit Sarah...”

“Hey!” I yelled, “It’s not my fault, I didn’t make the thing. You can thank those fuck off researchers and doctors for that.”

“Did I say you created it?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

I looked around nervously, “Nope, no you didn’t, sorry for thinking you did. Didn’t mean to blame you, no, not at all.”

Dean lessened his glare, “Sarah, why are you so nervous? I’m trying to help you...”

“Nervous?” I asked, “Whose nervous? I’m not nervous. Nope, not at all, totally calm. No sir, no nervousness here, hehe...”

“Sarah, I know you’re hiding something... but I won’t press you if you don’t want to tell me. Just promise me something.”

“WHAT!?” I took a breath, “I mean... What is that?”

“Promise me you’ll find me if it gets too bad. I want to help you, I really do.”

        “That... Yeah, okay, I’ll just find you when it gets really bad, that way the bitch has a better chance to fucking EAT you!”

Dean chuckled. He FUCKING chuckled, but he flinched slightly,  “You seem to doubt me.”

I jabbed a finger in his face, “And you seem to doubt her. I have seen recordings of her doing things even I find disgusting and cruel, and that was fucking YEARS ago.”

Dean’s glare returned, “Tell me then, have you ever seen a mutilated baby? I mean just no limbs at all, just a torso? Now multiply that by a thousand, and add the variable of different other corpses with other wounds. I’ve seen some shit you wouldn’t believe, I’ve seen some shit that would make your recordings seem tame. Don’t talk to me about sick, I’ve seen sick, and I’ve done some sick shit.” His glare lessened. “Promise me... please...” He was pleading this time.

I stood silent for a moment, thinking it over. I finally caved in, and nodded, “Alright... Alright, I will...” That’s when I heard it. A very faint voice at the back of my mind:

“Sounds delicious, his life...”

My entire body froze, and my eyes widened, “Oh shit... Oh shit oh shit oh SHIT...”

“What’s wrong?”

“I... I honestly don’t know. I shouldn’t be able to hear her, It’s impossible. No, oh God no, nonononononononono...” I fell back against the wall and clutched my head, “Why can’t she just leave me alone? I didn’t mean to create her, I didn’t...” I paused for a few seconds before looking right into Dean’s eyes, “Why?”

He kneeled down to eye level, “Sarah, you’ll be alright.”

“No.” I... No she said. “She won’t.” Her voice was much like mine, but deeper and full of anger. “And don’t give her false hopes that she will...”

“Oh shut the fuck up! You may be a part of her, but If I have to, I’ll find a way to kick you out of that thick skull! And trust me,” He then grabs me, “I always find a way.” His eyes began to leak mist, showing just how much anger he was feeling.

“Fine. Try.” My mouth stretched open in a wide grin, almost tearing my cheeks, and my voice became more playful, “I’ll be waiting~”

Dean snarled, “I wouldn’t be so excited bitch. When I see you, I’ll have to beat you senseless...”

“Oh, you’re so angry, Dean~” My smile faded, “I apologize but I’m going to have to go now. But before I do,” I raised my right arm and activated my claw, “A parting gift.” I swung my arm inward and rammed my middle claw into my mouth, pinning my head to the wall. “Bye~”

“YOU BITCH!” He grabbed my arm and pulled out my claw.

“What in the fuck!” I spat out a massive mouthful of blood, “Jesus Christ what the hell just happened!?”

“Your fucking bitch of an alter ego, that’s what!” Dean exclaimed as he looked me over.

“God dammit,” I felt the back of my head, where a hole now sat, “Every time. Every time she comes out, she does something like this.”

“Dammit...” He sighed as he used his ice to freeze the hole in my head shut.

“Yeah... Fucking bitch, she is. Where do you think a third of these scars came from?”

“Wow, she must have did a number on you if you’re talking like Yoda...” he said with concern.

“The fuck is a yoda... Nevermind. What did she say? Anything at all?”

“About me giving you false hopes... I never lie. I don’t plan on letting this bitch take control of you. You can count on that.” He looked at me with determination.

“I don’t know why,” I said, “but trying to kill of what is, pretty much, a good chunk of me, sounds like a really bad idea.”

He shook his head, “That’s not what I meant. There’s plenty of ways to keep her from getting out. I just have to find the right way. If anything, it won’t hurt you at all.” He assures me.

“I swear to God, if you get those chemicals and shit somehow, I will personally see to it that you die. Painfully.”

Dean glared, “Stop assuming that I’m trying to hurt you. I wouldn’t give a drug addict their fix, even if they begged. If I gave you more of the Croatoan, it would only make it worse.”

“Okay, I’m assuming the worst because I had to a majority of the time I was alive, it’s a habit. Plus, I was there at the facility because I was incredibly resistant to the stuff flooding the place, and it actually did keep her down. I only don’t want it because it holds literally every bad memory I have.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re resistant to it. Matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that’s what spawned that piece of shit. I know some guys back on earth that have dealt with this, I just need to ask Death if he’ll let me contact them.” Dean told me.

“Well, you’re right about it spawning her, mostly, I helped in that regard too. And the last thing I want is someone who's dealt with this before, cause as far as I know, that stuff was only cycled through the facility I was in. That means the only people who’ve dealt with it worked there at some point.”

Dean sighed, “You actually think It’s science that created the Croatoan?”

“I didn’t even know it’s name until yesterday when you mentioned it! Plus, they never told me anything about it, so how would I know?”

Dean raised his hands in defense, “You’re right, you’re right, sorry. Like I said, the Croatoan isn’t man made. It’s supernatural.”

“... Okay.” I’ll pretend to know what that means to avoid lengthy explanations.

“Anyway, If I can get Death to let me contact them, then I should be able to find a solution.”

“Cool. I think. I’m not too trusting that it’ll work, but anything is better than nothing. Thank you.” I got to my feet and took a few steps forward, only to fall flat on my face and pass out. Dammit.

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