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mzkeen‌:

mazikeen tilted his head back, surprised by his words, but perhaps he shouldn’t have been. the demon used to desire respect, but he never expected to have it, not in this town. he nodded his head once, pursing his lips, “try me, dear…” he encouraged, still trying to pick out what was so familiar, so desirable about the other to mazikeen right now, “who are you?”

“my name...by birth at least.” parrish waited a little while as he tilts his body to one side of his hip. “cerberus.” and as he let his name be known, he stares just to see what kind of reaction that would get out of the demon. “i do not have three heads, contrary to popular belief.”

firefngs‌:

she grinned as she remained close, more so when she realised parrish didn’t appear to be in much of a rush to part with her either, she really had won him over, which was the best feeling. “it’s true,” she objected, though blue definitely understood why he was reluctant to believe it, she was awfully attached to crowley, but it didn’t compare to her bond with jordan. her eyes followed his gesture, and widened almost instantly, “dean…” she breathed out, pulling back to look up at him, blinking a few times, trying to comprehend his words before it finally clicked. “no!” she practically squeaked, “that is not happening!” a laugh quickly followed, “dean? as in dean winchester? parrish!”

“yeah?” he was confused for that small lapse of time. but as towns go, beacon falls was pretty small so maybe she’d already met him. the smile on his face turned to a small frown when she said no. there’s a realization now that she said winchester. he doesn’t feel embarrassment often but he certainly got his taste of it now. especially because she’s laughing. the elder hellhound is silent, his hand brought to his face and he’s not really as proud as he was before. of course, he knew who dean winchester was the coincidence that was the dean he’d had coffee with had been slim in his mind. dean’s not exactly a rare name so much so that he’d only think of one person. “like i said, sort of happened. i shouldn’t be dating anyway.” he tried to fix it as if it were a mistake in his words to gain confidence back. “i wasn’t thinking right. it was stupid.” despite the fact he’d had a good time. he started to see more negatives the positives really. befriending a hunter who literally hated his kind? it wouldn’t work.

bluntlittleinstrument‌:

“Never doubt a master, young padawan.” Most police officers or sheriffs Dean came face to face with on his travels were so hopelessly clueless to what was in front of them when bodies landed in the morgue and some came off as assholes when an FBI agent, albeit a phony one, higher on the ranking pole took control of the reins. Jordan didn’t appear to be either type from the way he saw it and that type of guy could never be bad in his books. “My fault, huh? Now I know my charming self and adorable mug could be to blame for any co-worker’s wildest fantasies, but you should slide them a little reminder it was you who asked me on the date. Definitely your fault, deputy.” The initial date hadn’t gone half-bad at all. It was pleasant, fun, and the officer was friendly to talk with. There wasn’t a conversation to include Lucifer or the supernatural disturbances. “I am great company, aren’t I? Okay, okay, yours wasn’t bad either, I admit it.” He shrugged, “My number could use a little TLC. Two numbers I guess just isn’t enough.” Dean curiously watched the other man not only order the shots, but choke down the one he had for himself like he’d been doing it his entire life. “Damn. I need a high tolerance to keep up with you.” He smirked at the flirtation before tipping back his glass, the burn spreading through his veins. “Round two?”

Star Wars. Jordan caught onto the reference immediately. It was one of the first films he’d watched that didn’t completely bore him to death. He rather enjoyed it. Even enough to say they were on his list of favourite film throughout the years. He made it his mission to stay at least, semi on top of popular culture. At this point, Jordan had a pretty good idea on the kind of guy Dean was like and it was one he liked. One he’d liked to keep around even if it’s not on any sort of dating like basis. He just went with his gut. Honestly, he hadn’t expected him to say yes. “I mean, I did, didn’t I? But I’m pretty sure you’re the one who suggested we went for it then I there. You must really like me or something? Totally have a thing for a nice guy in a uniform. You’re right though, it totally gives me bragging rights to the other deputies. I should be thanking you, not judging.” Jordan tilts his head at him. “Ouch. Wasn’t bad? Doesn’t like a second one is in store. Though if you did, pretty sure you’d have to ask me.” Alcohol now in his system, the shot not being horrible to take down unlike whatever he’d had before, he’s more relaxed. It’s away from anyone. It was just himself and Dean and he was human. He wasn’t a hellhound who was dragging souls off. Jordan really liked being human and moments like this only reminded him why. He was happier. Parrish’ own smirk kind of matched the one on Dean’s now. “That you do, my friend. Then again, what I expect from a the health inspector. I thought you said you were good at parties” Part of Jordan didn’t really believe Dean when he said his line of work but he’s not deterred by liars. Not completely. In a way, he does because he’s in the police force and hated them but Dean’s was harmless? At least, that’s what he thought. Jordan’s voice when he spoke was challenging him. The friendly competition was nice. “Round 2 it is. I’m going to put you to shame, Dean. I feel like tonights my night.”

kingxofxthexcrossroads‌:

With that problem solved and not at all surprised Jordan’s compliance came from a simple somewhat joking manner, now needing to teach him how booze works left Crowley feeling amusement. “If I had a heart, it would break knowing you missed out on the college frat parties and kegs.” It only took a flick of his hand for two hots to appear. “I am a connoisseur in all things refinement, Parrish. There are two types of drinkers,” Each with their own separate category, but Crowley needed simple, “The ones who do so to get drunk before puking their measly guts out and the socialites sipping their brandy casually.”

“Yes, how unfortunate. I suppose only if I were a few years younger.” He’s obviously joking now. Feeling comfortable enough too. It’s a reference it his age being way over the thousands but he appears as a youthful young man. What a perk. He fit his role rather well too. “I did get a comment about looking like a frat boy fresh out of college. I was rather offended.” The hound continues with the humour of this topic before his excitement to learn gets the better of him. He furrows his eyebrows at the former. “I certainly don’t like the sound of puking. I’ll just follow what you have. For now at least.” He gives him yet another grin. “Are you enjoying yourself tonight?” He knew Lucifer and Crowley would but heads at some point. Parrish hadn’t exactly liked the way Lucifer spoke his master like that when they had their brief conversation prior to tonight's events. “I imagine some of this is work too, not just pleasure.”

acutexvixen‌:

“No jinxing from me…I promise.” She gave a small wink before laughing at her own actions, she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to fully jump into a job like the one he had though it felt like the whole witch deal threw anything like it off the table because how the hell was she gonna explain that. “Wow, you have a sister?…” there was a little surprise, more because she hadn’t expected it than the idea of having a sibling seeming insane in her mind. “I do like the sound of her but I promise not to let you get too drunk, luckily I haven’t been a bad drunk since high school.” A nod was offered at that. “They are and i’ll be counting on you introducing us at some point.” Everyone could always use more friends.

Her reaction to reveal that he had a sister wasn’t something different than how he imagined it. He was always a standalone kind of man so maybe that’s why him having a sibling was that shocking. But alas, he didn’t react much to it. To have it simple, his family life was complicated and for the most part, estranged. Blue was his family and in his mind, all the hellhounds were family but not all of them would call him brother the way Jordan would. “I have a few siblings actually.” The hellhound let her know because he likes Lydia. She made it feel easy to be human as opposed to what people expected him to be. “You’ll probably find her stuff her face or at the bar.” He still tired to look through the crowd so he can point her out. “I promise, I will.” He gave Lydia a smile. Jordan doesn’t break his promises. It’s not really possible. He wouldn’t make them if he knew he couldn’t stay true to his word. “But lucky for me, I haven’t been a bad drunk. Like, ever?” he’s teasing her on purpose now.

mzkeen‌:

“jordan parrish,” mazikeen repeated, almost in disbelief, almost with humour, though he wasn’t entirely sure why he was so ready to believe this guy was putting up a front. the demon pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, “my name’s mazikeen,” he offered up his hand, giving him a small smile, “pleasure to meet you, jordan.”

he just focuses his attention. of course, the second maze answered with his own name, he knew who he was instant. and it looks as though maze is curious to know who he is too. “mazikeen.” he repeats with a sense of pleasure in the hum that follows. “the pleasure is all mine.” and he means it. he always can appreciate higher demons. “you know, you might know me by a different name. though it’s not one i’ve used in serval years.” he left it open, to be intentional mysterious. he has quite the reputation for himself in hell too. famous even. his name scattered in multiple lore of his kind.

gvdsmystrength‌:

All it took was a hint of the scent for the brunette’s whole demeanor to change, the foul stench of hellhounds unmistakable to the archangel, Gabriel attempting to avoid them as they navigated their way through the crowd. They weren’t surprised the vile creatures were lurking around in Lucifer’s party, Crowley’s presence surely influencing the high number of them as well–the situation in Beacon Falls was far more complicated than they would have hoped. Keeping their distance was not easy however, their features hardening when one of the devil dogs spoke to them. “It would be a far lesser punishment than being in your presence.”

The comment had Jordan taken back. There was a growl that came out of him he couldn’t quite control but that’s because he’d be provoked. The flames emerged from his green hues for a small moment. It took him a second to calm down again before he just stared at them. “That wasn’t at all necessary.” Jordan’s hand is unable to keep still at his side. Only that supreme egotistical aura that surrounded them could belong to an angel. A demon would never treat him like that. He suspected he’d have to just deal with it considered it was a Heaven and Hell party hosted by Lucifer, the archangel. “I suspect I’m doing a better job at protecting these humans that you are.” It’s a fact and despite his is a role. It’s a job he’s proud of. “Angel...”

#jordan is such a sad pup now :O #damn gabe

firefngs‌:

parrish had been her favourite person from the moment they’d met, her bond with crowley, though strong, compared little to her relationship with jordan. they had met and although it hadn’t always been easy, she’d instincitvely taken on the role of younger, annoying sister, and he seemed to have accepted that, and then some. jordan looked at blue the way nobody else did, like she was actually capable of something, like she was more than just the runt of their family. she lifted a hand, placing it on his chest, smiling up at him, “you are the best being I know…” she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and cuddling into him, “I’d be lost without you.”

jordan responded to the hug accordingly. by nature, he’s not been one who gets much affection but he takes it where it’s due and given. he always would. he’s human now and he’s naturally protective. he’d adopted that trait into his line of work but he’d always protect blue by impulse. others wouldn’t feel obligated but jordan did. “i’m sure that’s not true.” being humble. it’s something pretty human that he didn’t really have to learn either. “but i’ll take it.” but he does believe in her. someone had to because if they didn’t, how would blue see her worth on days she felt blinded? he’d always be there to pick her up. he let her stay around him, his arm around her as he pointed to a man across the room. dean. “you see that guy...” he didn’t actually know who dean was as a hunter. he knew of the winchester but hadn’t known that was him. “i went on a date with him. it sort of just happened when i was on my break from patrol.”

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bluntlittleinstrument‌:

“Oh, now you’re underestimating how long I could last as a partier. I can go all night.” Of course, the rare parties he attended were usually with legitimate invites or full-on gate crashing for hunting cases that somehow meant the boys needed to investigate and blend in. Dean recalled one of their earlier cases when he first dragged Sam from Harvard. Sneaking into a fancy auction house to scope out a creepy painting that killed anyone who owned it wasn’t as difficult as everyone else believed. Plus, his brother did have a thing for the auction house owner’s daughter. “I got the memo for the theme, but hey, I’m a rebel for kicks.” Leading a rebellion against the dress code wasn’t the actual reason. Dean hadn’t owned a red or white suit, only the professional boring black. He doubted any credit card scam or hustling money would have been enough had he decided to got out and buy one of either color. “Nah, I bet your colleagues weren’t cool enough to attend a party thrown at a club. They’ll just pretend they had to work and stick with the excuse.” The man shrugged a shoulder, “Yeah, it’s starting to become a thing. Remind me to bump into you next time. Makes shit even.” Despite the stressful weight on his shoulders, he flashed a lazy grin. “I could use a shot of tequila.”

“I guess I shouldn’t doubt you.” Jordan’s really taking hold of his carefree thing. It’s not exactly he had down but it’s a skill he’s constantly working on. It was somehow easier to wing it with Dean in the mix though. Maybe it’s a good thing to have him around with someone who can make him laugh without feeling forced to. Or to pretend that he liked him. He just sort of did? Which was still kind of new to the hellhound. He’s good company to have as opposed to the rest of the humans. Particular his fellow deputies who annoyed him to endless bounds. “No, but my colleagues are probably bragging out me going out on a date with you. First time I’ve told them about anything like that. You’ve got them pretty excited. Kind of think this is your fault.” Of course, Jordan is teasing. What his colleagues say actually doesn’t mean anything to him but he’s starting to think that this friendship with Dean matters to him. It’s something he wants to keep as part of his human life which was strange considering Jordan wasn’t a very extrovert guy by any means. He kept private unless needed but he wanted to be open. “I had a good time with you. Nice coffee....great company.” He purposely said it like that too echo what Dean had said to him when they’d first met and spontaneously decided to call the encounter a date. Which he didn’t mind by any means. He should get out there. Why shouldn’t he date? “Sure, I’ll text you after tonight. Put your number to good use.” The deputy went and ordered shots for the bot of them, decided this moment more than any would be good for him to gain more alcohol experience. He’s seen people do this so he went straight for it, in a quick motion before leaning against the barside and staring at Dean. “You turn, handsome.”

acutexvixen‌:

A small smile was offered at that, she wasn’t sure what it was but it was easy to be around the guy or at least more so than the majority of people lately. So the least she could do was be her most decent self. “Oh I always put way too much effort into everything but it is paying off for you besides everyone deserves at least one night where nothing will go wrong and they can just have fun.” She followed, hands tucked into her pockets. “Yes…I mean I’m sure my friends are hanging around somewhere but I came on my own. What about you?” she raised a small brow. “Any friends hanging around?”

“Let’s not jinx it. I’m hoping I don’t actually have to do my job today.” The hound chuckles at the moment. If anyone knew him, they knew Jordan was extremely hard working and passionate about his role as a sheriff’s deputy. Considering what had happened to those last ones ending up dead, he wasn’t phased by that at all. He’d been pretty accustomed to dead bodies, actually. “Actually, my little sister is around here somewhere.” He’s referring to Blue when he says that. “She’s probably planning on getting completely hammered and I’m somewhat looking to follow her path. But only maybe a little bit. I have work and I don’t think the Sheriff will be impressed. You know?” Despite the joke, he still doesn’t fully understand human humor so he doesn’t know whether to smile or not. He went with a small one. “She’d get along great with you guys. I think she’d like you, Stiles, Scott and Allison. They’re still in your posse, right?”

kingxofxthexcrossroads‌:

“That is because our darling Blue does not care what others think of her. Your instinct is to protect those around you and deny yourself to relax. So, relax. That’s an order.” Crowley knew keeping an extremely tight leash on his hellhounds was hardly necessary. They were genetically coded to have loyalty towards their owners and the demon only showed control should the situation called for it. “Only a refined gentleman and the occasional poor man needing a quick drunk fix. You do know the whole point of having fun includes alcohol, yes?”

“Okay.” He felt a little more at ease now he’d gotten an order. He’s more inclined to follow that than he was a moment previous. Jordan’s different from Blue in a lot of ways but he ponders on having some of the traits that she had. Her carefree attitude being one thing he wished he could have. Perhaps it just took work. “You’re going to have to walk me through this alcohol thing. Since you seem to be a connoisseur on the matter.” He gave him a smile that’s genuine now. “I won’t knock them till I try them. I promise.”

firefngs‌:

blue’s eyes snapped to jordan when he chuckled at her, her expression softening instantly as she gave him a small, guilty smile. “sorry,” she mumbled, eyeing him up and down, “you scrub up well, deputy,” the hellhound teased, shrugging her shoulders in response to his question. blue knew that she could be irrational, and perhaps it was to want crowley’s attention, but here she was. a gentle sigh escaped her lips, “I did everything he wanted, I even chose a pretty vessel, I put on this pretty dress and he’s choosing to play with humans instead of acknowledging what I did.” blue bit her lower lip, realising how ridiculous the words sounded, managing a small laugh, “needy pet apparently.”

he was quick to shrug it off. mainly because he’s selfless. he’d immediately put aside anything of his own personal matter for blue’s. he was that protective and caring. seeing her down was the last thing jordan wanted. if he could do something about it, change her tune, then it’d be worth it. “it doesn’t matter.” he gave her a small smile and the just nodded at the compliment. his eyes glued to her in concern. he looks forward as he realizes that she was directly looking at crowley. he doesn’t exactly know how to respond but he’d take her side over crowley’s in that moment in a heartbeat. “wanting something for yourself doesn’t make you needy, “ he reassures her. A hand of his moving to her shoulder to rub it in an attempt to comfort her. “you look incredible. if he doesn’t notice that, then he’s a fool.” he felt strange for insult his boss like that but seeing blue sad was worse.

bluntlittleinstrument‌:

“Speak for yourself. Who knew red was such a popular color.” Dean dropped his hands and reminded himself not to continue fiddling with the bowtie, indicating the room splashed with mostly red than white. It’s a shocker that shouldn’t surprise anyone. “The night’s improving. The drinks are fantastic, the music’s fine, but this suit isn’t as comfortable as you think.” True, Dean was used to formal attire for cases, but he remembered a time when he and same first began the ruse that the suit-wearing made the man feel like he was going to a seventh grade dance. Not that he ever had the chance to go to one during his middle school years. “How about yours?”

He shook his head at him. “Look on the upside, it’s only for a couple of hours before you get tired of being here and then you can leave.” Somehow, Dean’s always got Jordan at least close to having a better time. His attitude was something he wanted to mimic. He was more carefree and like Blue had told him, he needed to relax. Hence having a nice coffee date with him before he had to jet back off to work. He had his number which he was sure he’d use but things had been busy. It appealed to the humanoid side of Jordan who was getting much more content with being human than he was a hound of hell. He wasn’t sure that was a good thing though. “I don’t really wear much red. Gotta say this is a first for me. Other than maybe my high school letterman jacket.” Of course, Jordan hadn’t been to high school. He didn’t need it but part of his faux-persona was that. He looked like the typical guy next door. Jock type. Then he went to the army. That’s his story he told anyway. He had ownership on whatever narrative he wanted. “Great. A lot of drinking.” He raised his drink at him. “I’ve got a friend or two here. But thankful, I haven’t seen any of my co-workers here. Fingers crossed I won’t have too.” He turned back to roam the room for Blue, Crowley or Lydia in the crowd before his eyes land on Dean again. “It’s good to see you. I’m starting to make a habit of bumping into you in the height of your missions.” From donut-man to James Bond. He doesn’t particularly mind but he has a good view of it. “Can I get you a drink, Dean?”

mzkeen‌:

mazikeen couldn’t quite pin what was drawing him to parrish just yet, and he knew he had to press for more, why would he be interested in the towns officers if not for some underlying familiarity? he rounded the other, before coming to a stop directly opposite him, “I’ll try to keep it reserved, but it’s good to know we have someone on hand just incase things get a little too – hectic. what’s your name?”

jordan’s sensitivity to smell made him back up on what he was now that he was closer and parrish was pretty focused on him. he has two different reputations. his one on earth, specifically in beacon falls and then his one in hell. “jordan parrish.” he introduced himself with that name. the name he picked for himself and one he’d been calling himself for a long time now. though he did think on his birth name for a moment. “yours?” he gave him a smile. it’s genuinely charming, as always, but slightly mischievous in the face of sensing his curiousity.

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