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shipping[The young woman should have abstained from the food and drink, but hunger gnawed at her. Before long, the logic and gut feeling about the whole situation weren't enough to keep her at bay, and while she manages not to gorge herself, Velma still eats and drinks with celebratory vigor. She consumes enough at her size that the concerning warmth washes over her, her vision blurring one moment then focusing abruptly the next, even with her glasses securely on her nose.
Something's wrong. Of course something's wrong, a voice deep inside her wants to scream, and maybe it does. She's watching Barba's announcement in a sort of detached horror marred with her innate fascination as a scientist. Then Lucifer's stripped and thrown to them like raw meat to starving beasts.
She's horrified, but the pull's too strong for her to fight in the end. It's gradual, at least, and it's obvious to anyone watching that she's struggling against an invisible force and incrementally losing. Until she finds herself pushing through people to reach the fallen angel, all her frustrations and losses building to a painful head of anger. He's the reason she's here, the reason she's been tortured over and over again, why she bares scars both visible and unseen. It's time she returned the favor.
Too bad she's not exactly a physically commanding woman, either in strength or in stature, so she's having difficulty moving forward on her path of vengeance. Honestly, she looks ready to cry tears of rage and desperation when she kicks at a human shaped obstacle. Perhaps in the shin?] Get out of my way! ...Please.
Something's wrong. Of course something's wrong, a voice deep inside her wants to scream, and maybe it does. She's watching Barba's announcement in a sort of detached horror marred with her innate fascination as a scientist. Then Lucifer's stripped and thrown to them like raw meat to starving beasts.
She's horrified, but the pull's too strong for her to fight in the end. It's gradual, at least, and it's obvious to anyone watching that she's struggling against an invisible force and incrementally losing. Until she finds herself pushing through people to reach the fallen angel, all her frustrations and losses building to a painful head of anger. He's the reason she's here, the reason she's been tortured over and over again, why she bares scars both visible and unseen. It's time she returned the favor.
Too bad she's not exactly a physically commanding woman, either in strength or in stature, so she's having difficulty moving forward on her path of vengeance. Honestly, she looks ready to cry tears of rage and desperation when she kicks at a human shaped obstacle. Perhaps in the shin?] Get out of my way! ...Please.
(Sam really didn't know what possessed him to go to this dinner in the first place. He was supposed that his curiosity got the best of him, wanting to get his bearings so that he didn't feel like a burden to Dean and Cas.
Sam had been warned by Velma about food and the drink, tried to abstain, but ended up drinking a few sips, much less than Velma. No, he wasn't a stalker, Velma was just someone that Sam knew. Well, sort of, if you count getting sucked into a cartoon by a hexed tv knowing, then Sam totally knew her.
He stepped into her path as he charged forward, easily stopping her with his height alone. )
Woah... hold on there. Where's the fire?
Sam had been warned by Velma about food and the drink, tried to abstain, but ended up drinking a few sips, much less than Velma. No, he wasn't a stalker, Velma was just someone that Sam knew. Well, sort of, if you count getting sucked into a cartoon by a hexed tv knowing, then Sam totally knew her.
He stepped into her path as he charged forward, easily stopping her with his height alone. )
Woah... hold on there. Where's the fire?
[Later, Velma will be thankful that Sam came to the dinner, despite the temptation it posed to the hunter. At the moment, she's too focused and too angry at Lucifer to much care about him beyond the fact that he's large and in her way.
In fact, he only receives a quick glance before she's attempting to maneuver around him, not that there's much room.]
I need to tear him apart. To punish him for what he's done... To me. [The last words are almost whispered, pained and hungry at the same time.
Move Sam, get out the way.]
In fact, he only receives a quick glance before she's attempting to maneuver around him, not that there's much room.]
I need to tear him apart. To punish him for what he's done... To me. [The last words are almost whispered, pained and hungry at the same time.
Move Sam, get out the way.]
(Sam's head was a little foggy, his curiosity maybe a little more than peaked. He was too new to this place to know what it was actually capable of. Perhaps it was his hubris at just defeating God that had Sam underestimating the power of this place. )
You don't want to do that. I know you think you do but it won't help.
(Sam holds on a little tighter)
You don't want to do that. I know you think you do but it won't help.
(Sam holds on a little tighter)
[He's still in her way and she's not particularly swayed by either his size or his words, so she tries to bodily push past him despite the clearly low odds of that working.]
I don't care. Move. [She growls that last word, trying to shrug off his grip.] Nothing helps here. So logically, I should take the opportunity to balance the equation.
I don't care. Move. [She growls that last word, trying to shrug off his grip.] Nothing helps here. So logically, I should take the opportunity to balance the equation.
[To be fair, she really doesn't look to strong, unless he's counting anger.]
Like I'm in Hell. With possible indigestion.
Like I'm in Hell. With possible indigestion.
[She snorts in angry disagreement with that. It's easier to ignore all he's telling her and to give into the nagging, burning desire deep inside her to tear, torture, and consume Lucifer.
Again, she'll try and push past the very solid, much larger man. She'll be quite embarrassed later. Until then, he has to manage a small, manic nerd.]
I'll take my chances. Move.
Again, she'll try and push past the very solid, much larger man. She'll be quite embarrassed later. Until then, he has to manage a small, manic nerd.]
I'll take my chances. Move.
[She really doesn't have any genuine time to process that apology before she heaved bodily into the air and slung over Sam's shoulder with a very affronted noise her primary response. The surprise quickly wears off though, and that's when she starts fighting, which consists of her attempting to kick and squirm herself free.]
Hey! HEY! You let me down this instant! [She growls, attempting to grab at any nearby object or person, like a chair or a door frame.]
Hey! HEY! You let me down this instant! [She growls, attempting to grab at any nearby object or person, like a chair or a door frame.]
Brotherly bonding, as we've discussed! Sorry this is so late!
nottheonlytraveler
2021-04-05 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[With Miracle here now, Dean likes getting the chance to take him out for a walk every chance he gets, even if there isn't much in the way of new scenery, given that Hellburbia seems much the same as ever. Still, it's a slice of normalcy, a piece of the mundane life Dean never got to have up above; not to mention, it gives him a good excuse to spend time with Sammy.
He texts Sam to meet him, letting him know that he has Miracle with him, that they're planning for a walk. They should catch up and talk more, figure out how to make their way through whatever Hell inevitably has for them next.
Dean takes Miracle and waits for Sam at the spot he suggested, playing with his dog while he waits and looking very distinctly happy, in spite of the circumstances.]
He texts Sam to meet him, letting him know that he has Miracle with him, that they're planning for a walk. They should catch up and talk more, figure out how to make their way through whatever Hell inevitably has for them next.
Dean takes Miracle and waits for Sam at the spot he suggested, playing with his dog while he waits and looking very distinctly happy, in spite of the circumstances.]
(The lack of time to process was actually what Sam was counting on because he uses Velma's surprise and his stature to his advantage. He holds on tight and strides towards the door.)
You'll thank me tomorrow. (Spoken tightly as he tried to dodge the doorframes.)
You'll thank me tomorrow. (Spoken tightly as he tried to dodge the doorframes.)
(Sam had a spring to his step as he left his room in the hotel. He was used to living with people, he had lived with Dean for... well ever but perfect strangers were not his brother.
He missed his brother, so the call was very much welcomed and he couldn't help but grin as he saw them.)
Hey, long time no see...
He missed his brother, so the call was very much welcomed and he couldn't help but grin as he saw them.)
Hey, long time no see...
[Dean looks up and grins when Sam approaches.]
You know you're welcome to stay with me and Cas out in suburbia right? Master bedroom still has your name on it.
[Of course, Sam's welcome to stay wherever he wants to; he's his own person and if he's happier in the hotel, Dean won't begrudge him that. But he also wants to make sure Sam knows he's always got a place with them, Team Free Will forever.
Miracle's happy to see Sam too; the dog jumps right up and starts showing as much doggy affection as he can at Sam.]
He's missed you too, obviously.
You know you're welcome to stay with me and Cas out in suburbia right? Master bedroom still has your name on it.
[Of course, Sam's welcome to stay wherever he wants to; he's his own person and if he's happier in the hotel, Dean won't begrudge him that. But he also wants to make sure Sam knows he's always got a place with them, Team Free Will forever.
Miracle's happy to see Sam too; the dog jumps right up and starts showing as much doggy affection as he can at Sam.]
He's missed you too, obviously.
You know what they say about ass-uming?! [Part of her really should be upset that not only that he's manhandling and kidnapping her, but that she's thrown over his shoulder in a dress. The dignity of her situation isn't high on her list of concerns as she starts to struggle in an attempt to wiggle free and get to Lucifer.
Her efforts relatively fruitless, she growls and makes a move to bite him through whatever fancy clothes he's wearing.]
Her efforts relatively fruitless, she growls and makes a move to bite him through whatever fancy clothes he's wearing.]
(Sam kneels down scratching Miracle around the ears, smiling at the dog and then at Dean from his spot on the ground.)
Yeah, Cas said we all lived together before... You don't think I'd be the third wheel now that you and Cas are all married Vegas-style?
(Yes, he was quoting Dean and yes he did use air quotes around Vegas style.)
He's a good boy, isn't that right?
Yeah, Cas said we all lived together before... You don't think I'd be the third wheel now that you and Cas are all married Vegas-style?
(Yes, he was quoting Dean and yes he did use air quotes around Vegas style.)
He's a good boy, isn't that right?
(Sam laughs because Velma is pretty sassy when she is blood drunk, not like Sam didn't know what that felt like.
Shit, some days he missed it. He almost stumbled when Velma went to bite him.)
Hey, watch it... I'm not that kind of guy... I require dinner first. You will thank me tomorrow.
Right?
Shit, some days he missed it. He almost stumbled when Velma went to bite him.)
Hey, watch it... I'm not that kind of guy... I require dinner first. You will thank me tomorrow.
Right?
[Dean laughs at that, throwing his head back as he does so. It's a fair question, he supposes.]
I mean, you'd probably want to avoid our room when the door's closed, but other than that, you're welcome to stay with us. Kind of been thinking of it as the Bunker 2.0 down here in Hell, you know?
[He smiles genuinely, watching Sam and Miracle. Seeing his younger brother and his dog together, well. That's the kind of sight Dean could never get sick of.]
And obviously Miracle needs another plate to eat off of, of course.
I mean, you'd probably want to avoid our room when the door's closed, but other than that, you're welcome to stay with us. Kind of been thinking of it as the Bunker 2.0 down here in Hell, you know?
[He smiles genuinely, watching Sam and Miracle. Seeing his younger brother and his dog together, well. That's the kind of sight Dean could never get sick of.]
And obviously Miracle needs another plate to eat off of, of course.
[She makes a frustrated noise, but is not deterred.]
We already had dinner. [Checkmate giant man who is in her way and stopping her from... Something Very Important. It seems the distance from Lucifer has dulled her desires enough to dampen her fight somewhat.
Then he's talking about thanking him tomorrow and her hungry attentions swivel more, clearly intrigued.]
That depends on how you treat me tonight.
We already had dinner. [Checkmate giant man who is in her way and stopping her from... Something Very Important. It seems the distance from Lucifer has dulled her desires enough to dampen her fight somewhat.
Then he's talking about thanking him tomorrow and her hungry attentions swivel more, clearly intrigued.]
That depends on how you treat me tonight.
[Especially under the influence of the blood, his reaction didn't go unnoticed, and she perked at his groan. She hummed, nuzzling her face against the curve of his back and wrapping her arms around him while she's still dangling. Conveniently, both of her hands are free and she smoothed them over his stomach and southward.]
We can talk first. Or during. I can multitask.
We can talk first. Or during. I can multitask.
(Sam's steps faltered when he felt the press of her lips to his back. Heaven help him, he was only human, at least he hoped he was human. His hand grabbed hers as he felt them skitter over his stomach. )
I... shit... you don't want me, Velma... I know you can multitask... (He remembers)
I don't want you to hate me tomorrow, you understand?
I... shit... you don't want me, Velma... I know you can multitask... (He remembers)
I don't want you to hate me tomorrow, you understand?
There you go... Ass-uming again. [There's a teasing note in her throaty voice, the distance between her and the temptation of Lucifer aiding in her own mental clarity. Too bad the blood had her focused on a different hunger.]
Words are not what I want you to put in my mouth sir.
[Her lips continue and she bit him again, though this time it's less violent and more of a rough drag of teeth than anything.]
Why would I hate you?
Words are not what I want you to put in my mouth sir.
[Her lips continue and she bit him again, though this time it's less violent and more of a rough drag of teeth than anything.]
Why would I hate you?
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