[rp log] Getting Her Way | Branwen & Dean
The following contains whining and crying and manipulating a man, as well as several puppy dog looks. Sometimes it's hard to tell if Branwen is just you're regular everyday, garden variety sixteen year old girl, or the crossbreed human/demon/demi-god she's supposed to be
Also, she called Dean just before this all took place
Dean was speeding down the street, eyebrows set in a deep frown. Branwen had sounded very distressed and that deeply displeased him. He hoped it was a minor demon that he could handle alone. Sure, he could handle the big boys by himself but with effort. Plus, if it was a huge problem, he'd have to protect Branwen too. He sped down to the park, skidding to park as he got out, having all his needed weapons on him.
Branwen was standing on top of a jungle gym, a soft black aura radiating from around her. She looked very nearly ready to cry or try and pick up a bench and try and smash the demon that was at the base of the structure, calling up at her in a taunting manner. The demon in question didn't look much older than Branwen did, a teenage girl with platinum blonde hair and pitch black eyes. "I'm not even kidding!" Branwen screeched at the demon, "Get the fuck away from me! I am totally not afraid of you!" The demon snickered. "If you're not afraid, Mrs. can never be wrong? Why are you up there with that death glow?" Branwen snorted, but saw Dean coming and just got ten times more dramatic, flailing a bit as she cried for help.
"Hey," Dean shouted, looking at the teenage girls, looking back and forth between them. He kept his eyes on the blond one, reaching into his inside jacket pocket. "You okay?" he asked Branwen, still eyeing the demon.
"No!" Branwen cried indignantly, "Look!" And she stuck out her arm that had a few deep scratches. She'd been keeping it pressed against her side to try and hide it and the side of her shirt was soaked with blood. The demon snorted. "Oh whatever, I barely touched her. And who are you supposed to be, the Knight in Shining Armour?"
"I'd prefer the ruggedly handsome knight in real leather boots, with a cherry ride, but whatever you want, sweetheart," he replied sarcastically, pulling out Ruby's knife and raising an eyebrow. He didn't care if the other was a teenage girl. Really. He had no qualms killing civilians if it meant they were going to die without some demon thing in them. "Let her go," he said, sniffling and raising an eyebrow at the other.
"Let her go? Are you fucking kidding me? I like this skin. It's pretty. I can finally play Joneses with the princess over there," the demon snorted. Branwen looked absolutely appalled. "You tried to tear off my face What the fuck! Just kill her Dean, she's been in that body for months now! I can sense it."
"Don't be a stupid bitch, just let her go," Dean warned once more, eyes cold as he smiled at the other demon, glancing up briefly up at Branwen when she spoke.
The demon snorted, seeming bored of Branwen now and turning to Dean. "Or what, you'll poke me with your knife?" she rolled her eyes, "I'm shaking in this lovely skin of mine Mr. Knight." She looked up at Branwen. "Getting the pansy little mortals to protect you? You're pathetic."
Dean chuckled, looking down before starting to take a step toward the blond girl, adjusting Ruby's knife in his hand a bit before taking another step. "For the last time-- let her go or I'm going to slit your throat." Dean shrugged, almost sheepishly. "Simple."
"Ooooh, big man. Go ahead," The demon snorted, rolling her eyes. She felt no threat from Dean, he was just another human man with another pathetic knife. Maybe he knew what she was, but what could he do. Branwen was secretly smiling to herself with a fairly evil smirk even though she was trying to keep a 'damsel in distress' face. The demon took a step towards Dean, cocky and sarcastic. "Why're you protecting a little bitch like her? She's nothing special, she'll just fuck you up too pretty boy, like she does to anyone who crosses her path."
"I think I can handle her," Dean said with a smirk and a nod, tilting his head at the other "girl." "She's a pistol but-- I like my women frisky." Dean flicked his wrist once before jabbing the knife in once in the demon's middle, prying it in there with a small grunt before jerking it upwards across the girl's front. "And you're not so much frisky-- you're just a pain in the ass," Dean smirked before removing the knife and slitting her throat to finish the job, taking a step back.
There was a brief pause, both Branwen and the other girl looked slightly shocked that he'd actually stabbed her. And then she began to erode from the inside out and she let out an ear splitting scream, even Branwen had to cover her ears, before falling to the ground. "Holy shit..." Branwen said, almost breathless, "You...totally killed her...with like, a fucking knife. I didn't think that was even possible!" she half squeaked, the black glow around her fading to nothing.
"Oh it's possible," Dean said, clearing his throat and shaking his head as he tucked his knife away and reached his hand up to help Branwen down.
"Oh shit..." Branwen said, her eyebrows raised as she stared at the dead body. But then she grinned, something both innocent, thankful and mildly sinister all at once as she leaned down and grabbed Dean's hand with her uninjured arm and crawled down. She was probably going to get in tremendous shit for this stunt later, oh, but it was worth it.
When Dean got her hand, he smiled slightly, helping her down. "Now, why don't you tell me, what the hell /you/ are, princess?" Dean asked almost calmly, tugging the knife out and holding on to the other's wrist firmly.
Branwen blinked a bit, staring at Dean in a bit of shock before laughing at him. "Oh tiger, that little pocket knife ain't gunna do me in like my ex-BFF there." She snickered, rolling her eyes. "I'm a crossbreed, and a damn powerful one." She grinned, moving closer to him, not even bothered by the weapon he held as she pressed her free hand against his chest to steady herself as she reached up on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "I am a God."
Dean moved his head away to look at the other closely, eyes searching for a lie, still holding onto her though the knife lowered. He wished he had the Colt. "Gettin' mighty cocky there, aren't ya?" Dean snickered but he was being careful. The other was powerful, there was no doubt about that. He had never heard of any crossbreeds. That meant that Branwen was far more powerful than he could have even imagined. He wondered if killing her was a seal. Or if she was in cahoots with Lilith. His grip tightened and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you know anything about Dillinger or Lilith?" he asked, getting down to business.
Branwen blinked a bit, cocking her head. "Who?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Look Dean, just because I'm a demon, human, god does not mean I know or care about anything that's even going on in the world. Remember the first time we met and I told you I just want to live life? That was the truth. That's all I'm trying to do, just live and not have people telling me what to do every day of my life. I got sick and tired of being trained into some fucking weapon of hell and I came home to live with my parents and go to school and just...be a teenager." She struggled to pull away from him, but she was pretty weak physically and couldn't get free. Hell, she didn't even know, or care about half of her powers. "Look, I'm not like those other demons, I can't heal myself and I'm in fucking pain. Let me go! I thought we were friends."
Dean hesitated before letting her go. There was no point in keeping her. He didn't know how to kill her. And she didn't know anything. Dean sighed, tucking the knife away and just watching the other closely. "I believe you," he said after a long while, eyebrows furrowed as if he didn't like he was trusting her. "Because my brother's probably just like you." Dean didn't want to mention that it didn't end up working out for his brother because his brother had lost his girlfriend trying to live normally. But he didn't say that. "Do you want a ride home?"
"I think so, yes..." Branwen said softly, lifting her arm to examine it. "Huh...I'm kinda....really....bleeding a lot..." she said, wobbling slightly. It was her greatest weakness, the human in her. She blinked a few more times, staring at Dean with a frown. "I think..." and then she just fell backwards, passing out from the blood loss.
Dean tried to catch her, basically getting her head before it hit the ground as he knelt over her. He looked around and sighed, starting to pick her up like the princess she was, grunting as he stood up. "You're more trouble than you're worth, you," he chuckled as he started walking back toward his Impala, nodding to pedestrians who looked on worriedly. He placed her in the passenger seat, grabbing a makeshift first aid kit sort of thing from the back seat to bandage up the other's shoulder.
Branwen was in and out of it after that. Every so often she'd sort of wake up and stare at Dean with a look that said 'who the fuck are you?' before passing out again. When he got to the tender parts of her arm she suddenly woke up, some sort of supernatural strength of will. "OW!" She snapped at him, swatting at him with her good arm before remembering her blood loss, staring at her arm and flopping back. "I wanna go home," she pouted softly.
"Relax, I'm taking you home after this," Dean murmured, focused on bandaging the other up {after cleaning up the wound.} Once he was sure the arm would be okay, at least until she got home, he shut the door and went around to get in and drive. Soon, he was taking Branwen home, silently.
Branwen was fairly quiet, still half out of it and staring out the window. Before they pulled onto her street she turned her gaze onto him, her blue eyes big and babyish and a soft pout on her lips. "We're still gunna be friends and hang out, right?"
Dean glanced over at Branwen, ready to scoff and tell her not to count on it. But he sighed, feeling himself smile slightly before moving to ruffle the other's hair in an annoying fashion. "Do your homework, Bran," Dean snickered.
"I'm not in school yet, Dean." She informed him, grinning a little bit, before looking back out the window, "And you should do yours a little better...just so you know~"
"I think I'd have to do years work of homework to understand /you/, Bran," Dean rolled his eyes, slowing down in front of her house and parking. "Now as pointless as it is to say it, stay out of trouble."
"I'll do my best." She said, grinning a bit, staring out the window to her house. Didn't look like anyone was home. "Walk me to the door? In case I like...I dunno, fall again..."
"Sure, highness," Dean murmured, getting out of the car to open the door for Branwen and basically pick her up and carry her to the door. This was easier for him, in his opinion. Once he got to the door he gently placed her down on her feet and raised an eyebrow. "Now what are you gonna do now?" he asked, just to make sure this girl didn't have any sneaky teenage God plans.
She couldn't keep down the giggle that bubbled up as he picked her up and carried her to the door. "That's not quite what I meant, but just as effective." she hummed as he set her down. "Now I'm going to go inside and call my uncle, a full god just so you know as I'm sure you're very curious about my family now, and make him come home from the hospital...where he works...as a doctor...so he can heal me." She grinned. "Remember Dean, yours is only one point of view. From where you're standing we might look evil, but from where we stand, you could look the same way. Just think about that." She patted his chest and turned and opened the door, it was always unlocked, and went inside.
"I do, man," Dean sighed to himself, turning to get back in his car. "I do."
Also, she called Dean just before this all took place
Dean was speeding down the street, eyebrows set in a deep frown. Branwen had sounded very distressed and that deeply displeased him. He hoped it was a minor demon that he could handle alone. Sure, he could handle the big boys by himself but with effort. Plus, if it was a huge problem, he'd have to protect Branwen too. He sped down to the park, skidding to park as he got out, having all his needed weapons on him.
Branwen was standing on top of a jungle gym, a soft black aura radiating from around her. She looked very nearly ready to cry or try and pick up a bench and try and smash the demon that was at the base of the structure, calling up at her in a taunting manner. The demon in question didn't look much older than Branwen did, a teenage girl with platinum blonde hair and pitch black eyes. "I'm not even kidding!" Branwen screeched at the demon, "Get the fuck away from me! I am totally not afraid of you!" The demon snickered. "If you're not afraid, Mrs. can never be wrong? Why are you up there with that death glow?" Branwen snorted, but saw Dean coming and just got ten times more dramatic, flailing a bit as she cried for help.
"Hey," Dean shouted, looking at the teenage girls, looking back and forth between them. He kept his eyes on the blond one, reaching into his inside jacket pocket. "You okay?" he asked Branwen, still eyeing the demon.
"No!" Branwen cried indignantly, "Look!" And she stuck out her arm that had a few deep scratches. She'd been keeping it pressed against her side to try and hide it and the side of her shirt was soaked with blood. The demon snorted. "Oh whatever, I barely touched her. And who are you supposed to be, the Knight in Shining Armour?"
"I'd prefer the ruggedly handsome knight in real leather boots, with a cherry ride, but whatever you want, sweetheart," he replied sarcastically, pulling out Ruby's knife and raising an eyebrow. He didn't care if the other was a teenage girl. Really. He had no qualms killing civilians if it meant they were going to die without some demon thing in them. "Let her go," he said, sniffling and raising an eyebrow at the other.
"Let her go? Are you fucking kidding me? I like this skin. It's pretty. I can finally play Joneses with the princess over there," the demon snorted. Branwen looked absolutely appalled. "You tried to tear off my face What the fuck! Just kill her Dean, she's been in that body for months now! I can sense it."
"Don't be a stupid bitch, just let her go," Dean warned once more, eyes cold as he smiled at the other demon, glancing up briefly up at Branwen when she spoke.
The demon snorted, seeming bored of Branwen now and turning to Dean. "Or what, you'll poke me with your knife?" she rolled her eyes, "I'm shaking in this lovely skin of mine Mr. Knight." She looked up at Branwen. "Getting the pansy little mortals to protect you? You're pathetic."
Dean chuckled, looking down before starting to take a step toward the blond girl, adjusting Ruby's knife in his hand a bit before taking another step. "For the last time-- let her go or I'm going to slit your throat." Dean shrugged, almost sheepishly. "Simple."
"Ooooh, big man. Go ahead," The demon snorted, rolling her eyes. She felt no threat from Dean, he was just another human man with another pathetic knife. Maybe he knew what she was, but what could he do. Branwen was secretly smiling to herself with a fairly evil smirk even though she was trying to keep a 'damsel in distress' face. The demon took a step towards Dean, cocky and sarcastic. "Why're you protecting a little bitch like her? She's nothing special, she'll just fuck you up too pretty boy, like she does to anyone who crosses her path."
"I think I can handle her," Dean said with a smirk and a nod, tilting his head at the other "girl." "She's a pistol but-- I like my women frisky." Dean flicked his wrist once before jabbing the knife in once in the demon's middle, prying it in there with a small grunt before jerking it upwards across the girl's front. "And you're not so much frisky-- you're just a pain in the ass," Dean smirked before removing the knife and slitting her throat to finish the job, taking a step back.
There was a brief pause, both Branwen and the other girl looked slightly shocked that he'd actually stabbed her. And then she began to erode from the inside out and she let out an ear splitting scream, even Branwen had to cover her ears, before falling to the ground. "Holy shit..." Branwen said, almost breathless, "You...totally killed her...with like, a fucking knife. I didn't think that was even possible!" she half squeaked, the black glow around her fading to nothing.
"Oh it's possible," Dean said, clearing his throat and shaking his head as he tucked his knife away and reached his hand up to help Branwen down.
"Oh shit..." Branwen said, her eyebrows raised as she stared at the dead body. But then she grinned, something both innocent, thankful and mildly sinister all at once as she leaned down and grabbed Dean's hand with her uninjured arm and crawled down. She was probably going to get in tremendous shit for this stunt later, oh, but it was worth it.
When Dean got her hand, he smiled slightly, helping her down. "Now, why don't you tell me, what the hell /you/ are, princess?" Dean asked almost calmly, tugging the knife out and holding on to the other's wrist firmly.
Branwen blinked a bit, staring at Dean in a bit of shock before laughing at him. "Oh tiger, that little pocket knife ain't gunna do me in like my ex-BFF there." She snickered, rolling her eyes. "I'm a crossbreed, and a damn powerful one." She grinned, moving closer to him, not even bothered by the weapon he held as she pressed her free hand against his chest to steady herself as she reached up on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "I am a God."
Dean moved his head away to look at the other closely, eyes searching for a lie, still holding onto her though the knife lowered. He wished he had the Colt. "Gettin' mighty cocky there, aren't ya?" Dean snickered but he was being careful. The other was powerful, there was no doubt about that. He had never heard of any crossbreeds. That meant that Branwen was far more powerful than he could have even imagined. He wondered if killing her was a seal. Or if she was in cahoots with Lilith. His grip tightened and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you know anything about Dillinger or Lilith?" he asked, getting down to business.
Branwen blinked a bit, cocking her head. "Who?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Look Dean, just because I'm a demon, human, god does not mean I know or care about anything that's even going on in the world. Remember the first time we met and I told you I just want to live life? That was the truth. That's all I'm trying to do, just live and not have people telling me what to do every day of my life. I got sick and tired of being trained into some fucking weapon of hell and I came home to live with my parents and go to school and just...be a teenager." She struggled to pull away from him, but she was pretty weak physically and couldn't get free. Hell, she didn't even know, or care about half of her powers. "Look, I'm not like those other demons, I can't heal myself and I'm in fucking pain. Let me go! I thought we were friends."
Dean hesitated before letting her go. There was no point in keeping her. He didn't know how to kill her. And she didn't know anything. Dean sighed, tucking the knife away and just watching the other closely. "I believe you," he said after a long while, eyebrows furrowed as if he didn't like he was trusting her. "Because my brother's probably just like you." Dean didn't want to mention that it didn't end up working out for his brother because his brother had lost his girlfriend trying to live normally. But he didn't say that. "Do you want a ride home?"
"I think so, yes..." Branwen said softly, lifting her arm to examine it. "Huh...I'm kinda....really....bleeding a lot..." she said, wobbling slightly. It was her greatest weakness, the human in her. She blinked a few more times, staring at Dean with a frown. "I think..." and then she just fell backwards, passing out from the blood loss.
Dean tried to catch her, basically getting her head before it hit the ground as he knelt over her. He looked around and sighed, starting to pick her up like the princess she was, grunting as he stood up. "You're more trouble than you're worth, you," he chuckled as he started walking back toward his Impala, nodding to pedestrians who looked on worriedly. He placed her in the passenger seat, grabbing a makeshift first aid kit sort of thing from the back seat to bandage up the other's shoulder.
Branwen was in and out of it after that. Every so often she'd sort of wake up and stare at Dean with a look that said 'who the fuck are you?' before passing out again. When he got to the tender parts of her arm she suddenly woke up, some sort of supernatural strength of will. "OW!" She snapped at him, swatting at him with her good arm before remembering her blood loss, staring at her arm and flopping back. "I wanna go home," she pouted softly.
"Relax, I'm taking you home after this," Dean murmured, focused on bandaging the other up {after cleaning up the wound.} Once he was sure the arm would be okay, at least until she got home, he shut the door and went around to get in and drive. Soon, he was taking Branwen home, silently.
Branwen was fairly quiet, still half out of it and staring out the window. Before they pulled onto her street she turned her gaze onto him, her blue eyes big and babyish and a soft pout on her lips. "We're still gunna be friends and hang out, right?"
Dean glanced over at Branwen, ready to scoff and tell her not to count on it. But he sighed, feeling himself smile slightly before moving to ruffle the other's hair in an annoying fashion. "Do your homework, Bran," Dean snickered.
"I'm not in school yet, Dean." She informed him, grinning a little bit, before looking back out the window, "And you should do yours a little better...just so you know~"
"I think I'd have to do years work of homework to understand /you/, Bran," Dean rolled his eyes, slowing down in front of her house and parking. "Now as pointless as it is to say it, stay out of trouble."
"I'll do my best." She said, grinning a bit, staring out the window to her house. Didn't look like anyone was home. "Walk me to the door? In case I like...I dunno, fall again..."
"Sure, highness," Dean murmured, getting out of the car to open the door for Branwen and basically pick her up and carry her to the door. This was easier for him, in his opinion. Once he got to the door he gently placed her down on her feet and raised an eyebrow. "Now what are you gonna do now?" he asked, just to make sure this girl didn't have any sneaky teenage God plans.
She couldn't keep down the giggle that bubbled up as he picked her up and carried her to the door. "That's not quite what I meant, but just as effective." she hummed as he set her down. "Now I'm going to go inside and call my uncle, a full god just so you know as I'm sure you're very curious about my family now, and make him come home from the hospital...where he works...as a doctor...so he can heal me." She grinned. "Remember Dean, yours is only one point of view. From where you're standing we might look evil, but from where we stand, you could look the same way. Just think about that." She patted his chest and turned and opened the door, it was always unlocked, and went inside.
"I do, man," Dean sighed to himself, turning to get back in his car. "I do."