Creepy Crawler(DEAN)

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Miles City, Montana

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Rudely, she would just take the bastard and call it a day, but after a long routine work of people dying left to right, she felt like she was on her monthly gift latching out at anybody she saw, it was hard being nice to the spirits that she took to be judge before departing to more undying and mind throbbing task that death gave her. Rolling her eyes, she took out a piece of licorice and munched on it, watching the crowd of people walk by but amongst the crowd it was HIM

Standing up, she appeared near the back alley and placed on her blonde hair and stupid act. Screaming to the top of her lungs, she made it seem like she was being attacked by someone or something. Stopping the annoying screaming her new body gave, she waited patiently before hurting somebody or worst taking out a few eyes, or hearts. No one has ever seen a reaper like her, and she was the worst one to come the way Death made her, she honestly felt like crap for all these years, good thing it wasn't the 70's

"Over here, Dean" her voice echoed Guiding him just in case her scream didn't travel but if it hurt her ears then he must of heard it.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Dean had been walking down the street after a quick visit to a local diner to grab something quick to eat for breakfast as he had spent the entire morning working. He had headed over to the police station and posed as a fellow officer to hopefully try and dig up some possible leads as to what was plaguing the city. But the trip had been a waste of time as he had learned nothing from talking to the cops on duty.

Reaching into his pants pocket he fished out his cell phone and began to dial Sam's number. He had wanted to let his brother know that talking to the cops had done nothing for them. But as he was barely halfway through entering the number he had heard a high pitch scream. That made him stop immediately in his tracks as he knew far to well that a scream was never a good sign. Without a second thought he sprinted towards the source of the noise, which seemed to be an alleyway.

Along the way he had used his free hand to pull the pistol that he kept at the back of his jean's waistband. Expertly he managed to take off the gun's safety with one had while at the same time he re-pocketed his phone to keep it safe while he checked out what was happening. As he had gotten closer to the where he thought the screams came from he heard his name being called. Which sent a shiver running down his spine. Whatever it was in the alley it knew his name and that fact made him very uneasy, and desperately wishing that he had his brother with him to back him up.

"Aw hell." he groaned to himself before quickly turning the corner with his gun raised ready to shoot anything that moved.

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Rolling her eyes, she noticed how hunters were all the time, all jumpy and alert half the time. Honestly she expected Dean to just turn the corner without the gun, but she had it all planned out. Disappearing from sight, she appeared right behind him and grabbed his gun throwing him against the pile and heaps of trash before her. Looking at the gun, she used to be afraid of the tiny things but now since she was dead and felt no mercy for anything anymore, she really didn't care how big they got.

"Always running into action right Dean? Don't be alarmed, I'm just a bitch but I mean you no harm unless you piss me off. I'm a reaper, and I need to have a talk with you."

[/b] Because of him everything went to hell people kept dying and because of it, it made her a monster, a monster to get the job done and see Amelia again to be with her lovely daughter. What's left of her heart kept her from killing her husband but she just wanted revenge.

Throwing Dean's gun back to him, she pulled him up. Wearing her smooth black gloves that went up to her elbows.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

One moment Dean had been on his feet and then the next he found himself being hurled headfirst into a pile of trash bags. The bags had managed to cushion his fall a bit but unfortunately for him a few had split open on impact. So that the contents of some of the bags had spilled out on top of him. He grimaced at the pungent stench of the day old rubbish and roughly shoved the bags off of him. After clearing the bags away he sat up and glared at the figure that had managed to toss him off his feet. To his surprised he found himself looking at a women.

He gave her the Dean patten once over and found that she looked rather attractive to him. But even so that did not put a damper on his anger towards her.

"If you meant no harm then why the hell did you toss me into a stinking pile of this crap." he growled and shoved another bag of trash out of him way so he could get to his feet. Once he was up again he checked his coat for any remaining trash, but all he saw were a few mysterious stains that he really did not want to know what they were. After he was done dealing with this women he was going to really need to clean his jacket he thought to himself. He only hoped that the smell was not going to stick to the coat, but he did not hold his breath on that as he luck tended to suck.

He looked up from his inspection just in time to see his gun flying towards him and without blinking an eye he held out a hand and easily caught the airborne firearm. Once it was safely in his hands he replaced the safety and tucked it away as he did not want to have it taken from him again any time soon.

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Smirking a bit, she felt the need to laugh a bit. When she just answered his dumb question earlier as to why she tossed him but knowing Dean he has slow reaction time, but he is quick when it comes to hot women. Scoffing, she turned to look around a bit before speaking at the scum that stood before her. Letting her hair down, the golden mane becoming dull and brown and lifeless like herself, that was the only reminder of her life of what she is and where her place was.

"Mr. Winchester, did I make myself clear that I am a bitch and I felt like throwing you. But the harm I mean is killing you or damaging any precious to you like something that might be important for your children in the future.

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Laughing a bit, she placed her arms upon her chest before actually getting down to busy with Pie Lovin Dean here, she remembered that her daughter loved pie as much as he did, she was always so beautiful and happy, but now she was dead and lifeless like herself. But she got a second chance.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

The expression on Dean's face turned even more sour as the woman laughed. If there was one thing that he hated, it was being the butt of some universal cosmic joke. Unfortunately for him it seemed that every supernatural creature that he and his brother ran into seemed to be in on the joke. But the monsters did not have very long to laugh as Dean made it a point to gank them as soon as he could. So that was one of the small silver linings to the job.

He managed to keep his mouth shut and keep down the torrent of snappy remarks he had wanted to tell the woman. But he knew from past experiences that his big mouth had a tendency to get him into even more trouble than he had began with. Which probably explained why every so often he would receive a jab in the ribs from his brother for saying the wrong thing to people. Reigning in his temper as best he could he let out a deep sigh.

"Ok so what exactly did you want to talk to me about?" he asked her trying to sound polite but it was pretty easy to hear the anger in his voice. He just hoped that his tone did not offend the woman as he did not want her to keep her word about harming his precious body parts. Especially the ones that he really needed to stay alive.

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Sighing, she was rude uncalled for but it was winchester they had no feelings so why should she show some remorse kindness, love and affection. Shaking her head with a bit of frustration, she paused before noticing Dean's angry, she was probably going to die, good riddance she needed it, but if she died Death might send her to the horrible place, HELL Looking down a bit, she looked back at him and gave a kind smile for the first time, but this wasn't kindness it was death.

" Hmm, well you screwed up. Sell your sold, brought Sammy back, let a bunch of Demons. So Death is up my ass and I'm suck cleaning up your mess. But not wasn't the point, you are looking a spirit right? Well you got yourself a renegade reaper and you need my help, Handsome. But first hold on"

Touching his forehead and they appeared at the park where there was a crime scene more of an accident where a young child was killed by a car. Walking over the scene, she let Dean saw what she saw with the spirit."Hi honey, sorry but you are going to a special place.

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"Where?"

"Not home I tell you that, a place where you can be with your dad and wait for your mother. Then family is reunited." Smiling and patting the young child's head. Grabbing his hand, she took him through the door and kissed the child's forehead sending him off before returning to annoy Dean.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

He felt such a sense of relief when the woman did not turn around and attempt to rip off his face or melt it. Which happened quite often to him than he had liked. But that grateful feeling he had gotten for being still in one piece was very short lived as he had registered that she mentioned that what they had been after was a renegade reaper. He felt his stomach drop, the last time they had dealt with a reaper gone wild it had been a very close call for Dean. If he had his way he would never have to deal with them again, but unfortunately for him nothing ever went the way he wanted. Before he could say anything she had transported the both of them to one of the latest scenes of the crime.

He stumbled backwards as his legs felt suddenly weak from the teleporation. Pressing the heel of his palm against his forehead he did his best to regain his sense of balance and fight off the queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. It took a few moments, but finally he could stand on his own without his legs threatening to fold from under neath him.

"Next time you decide to poof us anywhere. Don't." he told her sternly. There wasn't a lot of things that made Dean uncomfortably nervous, but teleporting was now near the top of that very short list. "As for leads we have bupkiss, I tried the police but they didn't have anything new to add to the case."

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Chuckling at Dean's phobia of teleporting, she placed her hands on her hips and raised a brow at him."For a hunter, I would expect you to be a man and much of a turn on, well you are a turn on but somethings you do turn me off, so let's go find my reaper before someone innocent dies again. Poor child never got a chance in the world." Not going to cry, she was use to this crap especially death of a child.

It was her speciality, maybe because she killed her own daughter she was use to the pain, walking off before annoying Dean again, she stopped near the bench and sat down thinking about how Dean was going to see this reaper and how they were going to stop it unless she killed him for a second then brought him back to life later."I hope you have a plan for seeing a reaper" smirking at him as she smiled evilly at him.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

"And you're pretty bitchy for any reaper I've come across." he retorted back to her as he thought about Tessa the other female reaper he had met one before. She hadn't been half as bad as this woman was who right now was really starting to pissing him off. Usually when he got mad at some supernatural creature he tended to want to start swinging or putting bullets into it. As much as he would have liked to open fire on the aggravating reaper he knew it wouldn't do any good. Nothing he had could hurt them so it would be pointless and a waste of good bullets.


At a time like that he would have liked to have some back up preferable his brother Sam, who he trusted without a doubt to cover him. Unfortunately with Dean he had been by himself when the reaper had lured him into the alley and zapped him somewhere. Speaking of somewhere he realized that he had been so focused on the reaper that he had never bothered to look at where he was. He didn't recognize the part of town there were in, but from what he had seen from just a little while ago there was some sort of accident that happened here. If a rogue reaper was running around then it was a safe bet to guess that the car crash was because of it. Seeing the little boy's spirit had tore at the heartstrings that Dean tried very hard to pretend that he didn't have. But deep down kids getting hurt in any way, shape or form bothered him deeply. Especially when some monster was to blame. He could feel the anger rising inside him again, but this time instead it wasn't being focused on the reaper in front of him. No Dean wanted to find the son of a bitch that had killed that poor little boy and pay them back in spades.

When she asked if he had a plan for catching the rogue reaper he simply shrugged his shoulders. He usually ended up winging it when they needed to go after something. His go-with-it-until-something-better-comes-along plans usually tended to work. But that was usually with Sam's help and he wasn't there with them. So that meant it was just up to the two of them for now.

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Constance rolled her eyes and just laughed at his rude remark about her personality, she couldn't help the way she was if she was dealing with Sam she would be a lot kind to him after all he was tall and ridiculously hot. Yawning a bit, she pulled out a bottle containing an odd purple liquid, Dean wasn't going to drink it but did he have a choice if he didn't he was going to have to die a short time her own way.

" Here drink this short fry, it will kill you for several hours which gives us enough time to find this reaper and kill it, if you don't drink it I will resort to hands and I am very good with them."

Giving Dean a playful and naughty wink before laughing hysterically at his expression. Giving him the vile, she looked around and stared at an odd building giving strange energy must of been from the reaper. If she just go this job done faster it would be a lot easier than feeling like Dean trying to murder her.

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

Dean looked suspiciously at the tiny vile in his hand as he weighed out if he could trust this reaper or not. This would not be the first time something had tried to get the jump on him by tricking into thinking they were on his side. He rolled the container in his hand the contents and watched the odd purple liquid slosh around. It did not look as if it would taste any good as it was to thick and bright to be mistaken for grape soda. He briefly wondered what was used to make it that color. Probably some hair, skin and genital organs. At least that's what the discovery channel usually told him when he would stumble upon documentaries about those herbal remedies people made in third world countries.

"How do I know you're not lying?" he asked her as just seen her give him a wink. Normal under different circumstances he would have liked for a woman at a bar to wink at him like that. But out at a crime scene it was deeply troubling. As if she was trying to show that she knew something that he didn't which was probably the whole reason why she winked. He hated when people, and creatures did that. It was never a good sign.

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She gave a slight growl and stared at him awhile before pulling her glove back so it could fit her hand perfectly while he said that she backed up towards the tree and gave a sudden devious look. She wanted to do this all day to someone, someone who wouldn't freak and actually like being dead for awhile before returning to his body."Sorry Dean, not my forte to being asked questions on trust, so this might hurt just one bit." running towards him.

She placed her hand on his chest and pushed out his soul like one of those episodes of Bleach of Rukia and Ichigo. Staring down at his body, she laughed and looked at his phantom self before explaining to him what just happened awhile ago."Please tell me you didn't piss your self, not like many people have when needed to use force of astral projection"

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[DEAN WINCHESTER]

One moment Dean was standing there and then in the next moment he felt as if his insides were trying to push their way out. He gritted his teeth against the feeling and did his best to wait it out. Thankfully for him that the sensation had died down just as quickly as it had started. For a moment he had wondered what the hell had happened to him and looked down at his hands to check if he was ok. But when he looked down he saw something extremely odd.

He saw himself laying crumpled on the ground. Which did not frighten him on the contrary the sight enraged him.

"What the hell did you just do to me?" he yelled at her as he checked his own body for injuries. He didn't see any immediate blood which was a good sign to him but that didn't stop his rage.

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Laughing her ass off, she held her stomach and had to look away as he freaked out over his precious little body, she then looked at him and she forced a small evil grin."Welcome to my world, and for a man you sure act like a woman worrying about some scars and bruises, it's called concealer boy. Any who enough with the women's advice we need to find this reaper even though we hate each other we have to bump our heads together and figure this out."

She placed a hand upon her hip and leaned on it when she told him this, then she looked over to the building. Grabbed Dean and poof them there."By the way, you screw up I have every right to kill you and say you died of a heart attack" placing on her game face before looking around the place. Sighing she looked at her phone that beeped faster as she walked past a door back in forth, she turned to face the door and reached to open it but quickly she was send flying through the wall.

Her body was certainly astral where the wall didn't break but one thing she was render useless.

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