screwthejob:
There was someone he hadnt seen nor really thought of in a very long time, but she still the effect on him. Even now, despite how much he didn not want it to be like that. “Sorry I didnt get that memo when I found out your pets over there” nodding his head in the direction of the two that stood back at the ready “Started killing innocent people.” finishing his words first before dropping his weapon to his side at least, jaw clinching as he lets the girl finish. Oh this was gonna be fun and just like old times in fact this was a very familiar setting and almost the exact same thing she had told him those some few years ago before he left. “You say that, but yet here I am..cleaning up your mess. Again.” If she wanted to be like that, two could play that game.
Oh, now he was really pushing her buttons. Dean could never understand why Ciara hadn’t taken more after her father and pursued a life of hunting supernatural creatures, she instead, did the opposite. “You should have done your research but I forgot, Sam has the brain, yours have always been in your pants.” The emissary snapped, stepping closer to him once more. “Cleaning up my mess again? And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? You could never accept my way of life. You always wanted blood.” Ciara’s true feelings about hunters were coming out and despite once loving the man in front of her with all her heart once upon a time, he’d enraged her. “Well -- If you wanna kill these two --” she stepped out in front of the wolves, despite their snarling and claws on display. It was natural, a defence. “-- you’ll have to kill me while you’re at it.”
