leviathanson:
ira is late — he’ll make dean wait as long as he pleases. it would only take a seeker demon to find at least the approximate location of a human gone rogue against him, so he doesn’t worry about hunting dean down if he ISN’T where they agreed to meet even if he waltzes in five hours later. it doesn’t take him five hours — just fifteen minutes. he materializes silently out of thin air. a blink, and he’s standing before the old hunter.
❝ good to see you’re a man of your word. ❞ the spaniard drawls. he’s practically purring. there’s a look in his eye that suggests much more mischief and less aggression than their prior meeting — he comes across as almost … playful. ❝ let’s see this gun of yours. ❞
dean isn't surprised , not moving from his spot as his head turns to keep watch of croats . he would've twitched at the words ira spoke , suddenly there if it wasn't for the fact he had been used to cas doing that for years before he lost his wings . spinning on his heel , dean faces him and scoffs .
reaching into his jacket , dean slides it out slightly before pausing . ❛ you see it . now . . . ❜ eyes gather in ira , ❛ if i give you this are you gonna stay the hell away from me and the others that're with me ? . . . or are you not a man of your word ? ❜
