❛Ya’ know— a hug, a smooch, attention.❜ 𝒐𝓱. now he’s just being an evident little shit, rising those shoulders into a simple shrug. ❛ —the usual.❜ Samuel is his favorite ape, after all.

❛For one— you’re not 𝙢𝙚.❜ and with that, the archangel gives a simple snap of his fingers but for once, there was no ‘poof’. no usual still silence, and she was indeed still standing there. well, look at that. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.

❛ —how about a little kiss, right here?❜ with those words in tune, the devil points a slender digit to his own pursed tiers, amusement plain on his silhouette. He likes pushing Mary’s buttons; seeing what happens.

❛But you are— because, we both know that I tend to frighten you on occasion; love that. And not to mention, I know which buttons to press to set you off.❜ Which is without a doubt, his favorite pastime; frame plopping down on the edge of the bed, waiting for a reaction.

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❛Hm, how about this, sport— 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚.❜ It’s a challenging, teasing little threat, arms splaying out on either side of his own silhouette, the blonde awaiting a reaction. Both men know all too well that Sam can’t do 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 to a powered up archangel.

❛Kiddo, I’ll teach you more than you could ever imagine. Me and you? We’re gonna’ be better Gods than Dad ever was.❜ That was the dream, for the blonde at least— rewriting the world with his son at his right hand. The two could be unstoppable.

𝒐𝓱— that was precious, seeing that little flinch when he got closer. ❛I might know more about you than you know about yourself, Sammy.❜ Aaand, he’s inching closer, perching up on the bed until he’s somewhat crouched, knee almost touching the brunette’s hip; curious.

❛ —well, everyone needs a little intimacy from time to time, even the devil.❜ Amusement is plain on his features, the archangel all too pleased with teasing the blonde across from him. Winchesters were just, simple targets; 𝙛𝙪𝙣 targets.

❛Well— I wish you would’ve remained dead.❜ Needless to admit, he’s both scornful and jealous that Dad chose 𝙝𝙚𝙧 of all people to hold that kind of power; not him and not one of his brothers, but an 𝙖𝙥𝙚!

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❛𝒐𝓱— did ya’ miss me, red?❜ Cause, he missed watching the life leave her beautiful eyes. He should do that again, sometime.

𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝— tough crowd. While the statement is correct, he does want to point out one little detail: he’s not ugly.

❛You might be— Sam is.❜ 𝒐𝓱, now he’s just attempting to ruffle the blonde’s feathers, standing there clothed in amusement. He’s proud of himself.

❛ —a little something like this.❜ And with that, without warning, the blonde leans forward until the space between them dissipates, planting his lips against Sam’s own; curious of the reaction.

❛He won’t 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣. He abandoned his ‘precious’ creation. It’s just angels, apes, and everything in between here now, blondie.❜ And that was the cold, hard truth. No one had been in contact with Dad in a long time.

❛I would never do that— 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.❜ It was a minor mistake; won’t happen ever again. Cross his heart, and hope to die. ❛I want to be a real father, Jack. I want to be better.❜ Better than his own father who abandoned him and cast him out.

──┈┈ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. a descriptive supernatural depiction. crossovers more than welcome. all seasons seen. in need of storylines and banter. pansexual babe. triggering content ahead. mature content present. retweet? credit: flamesify. — a casanova.

He’ll see about that, her being ‘prepared’ and whatnot. ❛Welp— I missed choking the light out of your eyes so much, that I came back for seconds.❜ Hues glow their brilliant red shade, amusement plain on his features. He ( might ) be teasing her, but also maybe not.