“That’s better than being annoying at times, Lucifer. I’m no one’s bitch, but my own.” Dean didn’t want to be tolerated anyway.. not in the least by someone such as the devil. “So, what do you want?” He turned to leave for something to drink.
❝Don’t make me laugh, Dean. You’re always going to be a little bitch, a weak little bitch no matter what. What do I want?, you’re the one who showed up, I don’t need anything from you.❞
❝You aren’t. You can’t be, okay? You’re just ANOTHER voice in my head. I know it.❞
;;❝I’m real & you know it. you know very well the different of the voices in your head & believe it or not I’m real & I’ll hunt you down until you give me what I want.❞
"I don’t know. You’re basically Satan, you’re version of fun might be like, torturing people or something. I can’t exactly suggest anything if I don’t know what you like to do.”
;;❝That’s what people usually think about me, but they say many things, right?. But I admit I enjoy that from time to time.❞
Cethin lifted her chin. “––Huh. It usually takes me a lot more convincing and bitching before anyone says ‘i don’t care’.” she said and smirked. This guy doesn’t seem too bad..
;;❝Well you’re lucky now. & like I say before, I don’t really care about what you do.❞
"Uh, because I’m awesome? Come on, be a little descriptive. What are you reading? Fiction? Non-fiction? Is it interesting? Do people die? I need more info than that.”
;;❝Mmmm… that doesn’t change anything you’re making so many questions… I don’t really like that. —I’m just reading a dictionary.❞