#murder death kill drive is fine but I think the mark should fuck up ur thinking even more. hallucifer 2 this time with God’s evil sister
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i just loved that the writers were like mark of cain dean slowly becomes more and more barbaric and inhuman as he can’t control this primordial, gaping wound in the form of an already healed over scar that has been borne by the devil himself and is in fact what made him the devil and therefore will make dean long and lust after maiming and ultimately murdering people with an urge stronger than any love or passion or resolution he’s ever experienced in his life And Also He’s A Huge Misogynist
well. TO BE FAIR. you have just kind of described dean when he is normal also.
#this is dean winchester we are talking about. on the ‘we hate women’ show.#god I feel like I’m gonna get to the Mark in my rewatch and the hype will have built it up too much#the mark in my head is so cool you guys have no idea because I never talk about it but trust me it is#I think I like. barely scraped a mention of it in that one Lucifer/Raphael fic and another time in a 3 sentence fic#murder death kill drive is fine but I think the mark should fuck up ur thinking even more. hallucifer 2 this time with God’s evil sister#slowly trying to eat your soul from the inside. amplifying anger for anyone sure but playing to the worst parts of someone mostly#Dean is angry but why enhance his anger when you can enhance his paranoia. his abandonment issues. his need for control. and make those the#reasons for him to lash out and kill people. I mean the show never fucking settled on if the mark actually corrupted someone into something#that they aren’t or just revealed what was already there. I felt it wanted to have both. to say to Lucifer ‘you were always sick’ and to#Dean ‘well we can fix you’ but no fuck that let’s lean hard into the revealing what’s there already aspect#I think partially I’m also still just mad about the demon origins retcon but shhhh whatever whatever#anyway. sorry for rambling anon. you are very funny. I chuckled.#ask#spn#dean winchester
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Ninja Brian’s Closet
okay,,, once again,,, this turned into something bigger than what i initially expected,,, but im totally feeling this one. thank you @devilgate-drive for the prompt and i hope you love it, yo!! i actually really like this one (i’ll get to ur other prompt sometime today or tomorrow, at this rate who fucking knows lol)
Prompt: How Danny found/bought the Dannequin.
“Brian, for the last fuckin’ time, you’re not gonna kill my girlfriend!”
“Well, she’s not really your girlfriend if you’re planning on breaking up with her.”
Danny stammered on his words a bit, realizing that Ninja Brian was technically right. “Yeah- well-- okay, yeah, fine, whatever,” he frustratedly threw his hands in the air, rolling his eyes. “Not my girlfriend. But still, you know what I mean. We’ll figure out a way to get her off my tail without killing her.”
“Whatever. This situation could be solved as easy as pie, but fine, take the hard way out.” Brian signed, giving Danny a deadpan stare. “Why haven’t you just broken it off with her, like you always do? Why’d you even let it get this far?”
“I’ve tried to!” Danny collapsed onto the couch, letting out a heavy sigh as he stared up at the ceiling. “That’s the thing. Every time I tell her that we should break up, or that I’m not really feeling the relationship anymore, she either brushes it off or thinks I’m joking! But I’m not joking!” He threw his hands in the air again. “She just doesn’t get it, man!”
Ninja Brian climbed up onto the arm of the couch, and sat cross-legged, looking down at Danny who was lying down in front of him. “Is she stupid, or is she in some kind of weird state of denial?”
“Look, I don’t fuckin’ know. And now she’s talking about moving in, and getting married, and having a family and shit, and I’m like, NO! DEAR GOD, NO. You know how I am, Brian!”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I just… need to find some way to get her away from me.”
Brian lifted his hand up, ready to sign something in response, but before he could even sign anything, Danny interrupted,
“Without killing her.”
Brian immediately put his hand down, and exhaled with frustration.
“I’ll figure this out later. I think I’m giving myself a headache,” Danny said in defeat before he turned onto his side, and faced the TV at the front of the living room. After feeling around for the remote and eventually grabbing it, he turned the TV on and started flipping through the channels. Most of them were on a commercial break. There were commercials for condoms, Wendy’s, life insurance, Rita’s Water I--
Wait, life insurance.
He flipped back to the channel with the life insurance commercial on, and listened to the monotone voiceover talk about the death of loved ones and crap like that.
Oooh, that’s an idea.
A lightbulb turned on in Danny’s head.
“I got it!” He exclaimed, launching himself off of the couch and standing up. He turned to Ninja Brian, whose eyebrows were furrowed into a confused expression. Danny grinned, and said, “We’re gonna fake my death!”
Brian’s confused stare quickly turned into an “are you fucking kidding me” glare.
“That’s the best idea you’ve got?”
“Hey, you’re the one who suggested killing her.”
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After about 30 minutes of plotting the fake death of Danny Sexbang, which involved a dummy look-alike of Danny, some fake blood, and the assistance of Ninja Brian, the duo had everything figured out. All they needed to do now was gather the supplies to carry out their plan.
“Okay, for the fake blood, we can probably find a DIY video on Youtube somewhere.” Danny said, looking down at a notepad in his hand that had all of their materials scribbled down into a list. “And for the dummy?…” He tapped his pen on his chin in thought. “We can probably find one at Party City, and get a wig and fake eyes and stuff.” He looked up at Brian for approval.
“No need to worry about the dummy look-alike, I already have one.”
“Oh, okay.” Danny looked back down at his checklist, then did a double take and snapped his head back up to Ninja Brian. “What?”
Ninja Brian’s eyes widened, regret immediately plastered onto his blue eyes. He didn’t sign anything in response. He just kinda stared at him, eyes wide and body frozen.
“Wait, what did you just say?”
“... Nothing.”
“‘Nothing’ my ass! Did you- you said you have a fucking look-alike dummy of me!?”
More guilty stares from Brian. “Yes. I… I have a dummy of you that we can use. And it’s... already… dressed up like you.”
God, you could cut the tension and awkwardness in the air with a knife. There was a dead silence that lasted at least 15 whole seconds.
“... Where- wh- jesus-- Where is it?”
More awkward silence.
“In my closet.”
And sure enough, it was there. Danny went into Brian’s room, swung open the closet doors, and…
Well, there he was.
A life-sized ragdoll dummy, with a cheap, short black wig, googly eyes, drawn on lips and eyebrows, and one of Danny’s kimonos thrown onto it. Huh. That’s where his green kimono went. He hadn’t even noticed that it was gone. The dummy hung from the top of the closet, swaying back and forth lightly.
Danny stared up at the dummy in utter awe. His mouth hung agape, eyes wide with a range of emotions: shock, fear, amazement, disgust, and many other emotions that all seemed to blend together into one huge “what the fuck.”
Ninja Brian hesitantly walked in the room and stood next to Danny, darting his eyes from the dummy, to Danny, and back to the dummy.
“I have… just a few questions.”
Brian nodded in response, ready to answer them.
“Okay. One: what the fuck. Two: what in the actual fuck. Three: why is the dummy covered in stab marks and lipstick stains?”
Brian turned to Danny, and Danny looked over to Brian.
“Depending on the mood I was in, you either got stabbed and murdered, or…”
Danny opened his mouth to say something, but nothing but air escape his throat. He shut his mouth, curling his lips into an uncomfortable grin, and nodded. The only thing he could utter in a shaky, cracking voice was, “Ah.”
Danny took his hand out, grabbed the dummy by its arm, and spun the dummy around so that the back side of it was facing them. He grabbed a hold of the kimono, and pulled it up as far as he could to expose the bare ass of the dummy. Okay, there’s his butt. What’s that hole doing ther--
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
That’s... that... Brian has been fu... okay.
Another long stunned silence from Danny.
“You, um… you must’ve… been in a… passionate mood a lot, lately.”
Brian very slowly and shamefully nodded.
“That’s a… big… ho…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence, he just shut his mouth again and put the kimono back over the dummy’s butt. Then, he turned the dummy back around, and took a step back, not taking his eyes off of it.
“Ya know what, Ninja Brian? Let’s forget about all of this. Forget about our plan, forget about the dummy, just… fuckin’... you can just kill her, and call it a day, and we can just pretend that none of this ever happened, okay?” Danny said, his eye twitching and his smile trembling.
Brian would nod very quickly, looking over at Danny.
“Okay. I’m. I’m gonna go and, uh, slam my head against a wall until I pass out and purge the memory of this day from my brain.” And with that, Danny turned away from the closet, and walked out of the room.
All Brian could do was stare at the dummy, a powerful feeling of shame washing over him. And yet, even still, he couldn’t resist the urge to caress the dummy’s face with the back of his hand, as the sound of banging echoed from another room of the apartment.
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