Lil' Angel, Lil' Devil
During the last half hour bunnies were trampling like a horde of gnus over my imagination. They made me write Crack. Again! HELP!
Title: Lil' Angel, Lil' Devil
Rating: PG
Spoiler: 422, Lucifer Rising
Genre: Crack, Humor
Wordcount: ~ 400
Disclaimer: Oh God, I'm glad this is not mine. I'd be so screwed.
Summary: While Sam is facing Lilith in Lucifer Rising Little Angel and Little Devil have a little talk on his shoulder. And there's popcorn involved.
A/N: I blame today's fresh air. *headdesk*.
His jaw is hurting from all the flexing and his whole body is tense with terror and anticipation. „I've been waiting for this for a very long time.“
oo--------oo
„Stop looking like that!“
„I can't help it. It's contagious.“
„You're a dumbass. And you're stupid and wrong. This.Is.Wrong.“
„Aahh, come on. That's what we've been fighting for. Our whole life, in case you forgot.“
„We fought to safe lives, not butcher them.“
„That's not butchering. It's... cleaning. Dad always told us to clean up our mess. That's what we're doing right here. Now leave me alone. I gotta go get some popcorn and enjoy the show.”
“Choke on it, you evil... devil. And you're still wrong. We should have talked this over.”
“Talk this over? With who exactly?”
“...”
“See? We're alone here and if we don't do the dirty work, no one else will.”
“I just think...”
“Yeah, that's your problem.”
“Stop interrupting me!”
“But I'm missing the show here. Want popcorn?”
“NO! Listen! Just for a second, would you? Can't you see?”
“No, because you're still talking and annoying. Can't you just stop mulling things over for once? This is the only way to finish this. We're at the end of the road we have chosen and since I'm much smarter than you are you will shut up now and leave us to our work... pass me the Coke. And stop flexing you jaw like that. It ruins your teeth.”
“You're NOT smarter than me. You're hotheaded and stubborn and ...”
“Don't forget to mention pretty and oh so smart. Stanford Scholarship. Full ride. What do you have to add, Mr I-want-to-invite-Lilith-for-a-cup-of-tea?”
“... interrupting me when you should be listening. How can you be so sure we are the ones who have chosen this? I don't remember saying one day: Oh, lets put our life and soul and body and mind into the hands of a demon when she makes us drink her blood. That was smart! Also, tell me if I'm wrong, but...”
“You're wrong!”
“Argh! Stop it! What did I say about the interrupting? You're turning into Dean.”
“Really? Awesome!”
“*headdesk*”
o-----------o
“Then give me your best shot.“
She smiles mischievously, untroubled and casually. She doesn't even take him seriously. Maybe it was time someone would take him seriously.
Title: Lil' Angel, Lil' Devil
Rating: PG
Spoiler: 422, Lucifer Rising
Genre: Crack, Humor
Wordcount: ~ 400
Disclaimer: Oh God, I'm glad this is not mine. I'd be so screwed.
Summary: While Sam is facing Lilith in Lucifer Rising Little Angel and Little Devil have a little talk on his shoulder. And there's popcorn involved.
A/N: I blame today's fresh air. *headdesk*.
His jaw is hurting from all the flexing and his whole body is tense with terror and anticipation. „I've been waiting for this for a very long time.“
oo--------oo
„Stop looking like that!“
„I can't help it. It's contagious.“
„You're a dumbass. And you're stupid and wrong. This.Is.Wrong.“
„Aahh, come on. That's what we've been fighting for. Our whole life, in case you forgot.“
„We fought to safe lives, not butcher them.“
„That's not butchering. It's... cleaning. Dad always told us to clean up our mess. That's what we're doing right here. Now leave me alone. I gotta go get some popcorn and enjoy the show.”
“Choke on it, you evil... devil. And you're still wrong. We should have talked this over.”
“Talk this over? With who exactly?”
“...”
“See? We're alone here and if we don't do the dirty work, no one else will.”
“I just think...”
“Yeah, that's your problem.”
“Stop interrupting me!”
“But I'm missing the show here. Want popcorn?”
“NO! Listen! Just for a second, would you? Can't you see?”
“No, because you're still talking and annoying. Can't you just stop mulling things over for once? This is the only way to finish this. We're at the end of the road we have chosen and since I'm much smarter than you are you will shut up now and leave us to our work... pass me the Coke. And stop flexing you jaw like that. It ruins your teeth.”
“You're NOT smarter than me. You're hotheaded and stubborn and ...”
“Don't forget to mention pretty and oh so smart. Stanford Scholarship. Full ride. What do you have to add, Mr I-want-to-invite-Lilith-for-a-cup-of-tea?”
“... interrupting me when you should be listening. How can you be so sure we are the ones who have chosen this? I don't remember saying one day: Oh, lets put our life and soul and body and mind into the hands of a demon when she makes us drink her blood. That was smart! Also, tell me if I'm wrong, but...”
“You're wrong!”
“Argh! Stop it! What did I say about the interrupting? You're turning into Dean.”
“Really? Awesome!”
“*headdesk*”
o-----------o
“Then give me your best shot.“
She smiles mischievously, untroubled and casually. She doesn't even take him seriously. Maybe it was time someone would take him seriously.