18 Yearold Sayings For Cards

Where the story ends,

Title: Where The Story Ends
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Crowley, Dean
Rating:
G Warnings: Spoiler 4x16 (On the head of a pin)
Warning: None in particular, a little blood.
Disclaimer: I have neither the show nor the actors, but I'm working.
Word Count: 1784
Prompt: challenge for the Cowardly bingo_italia
Notes: Quote from Shakespeare in the cut and translated at the end of the fic. I was inspired by the speech of Hamlet that I mentioned two verses and I chose the most cowardly character, at least ideally, with the bravest. (No, really, not because I like a lot together. Not for that, imagine!)
Thanks: Still she poisoned that continues to My bear these horrors, although I know it will only be for retaliation future. Horrible person \u0026lt;3

The bedsprings creaked when the body of Dean we gave up on heavily, with a rattle and buried his face in the pillow, clenching his teeth and holding his leg that was bleeding.
The shortness of breath forced him to turn around to bring the injured leg on the bed, leaving the other dangling over the mattress.
He caught his breath slowly trying to control the excess of cold chills that shook him but also the rise and fall of the chest caused him extreme pain and had to stoically endure the pain until you have enough energy to say clearly few words:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're a son of a bitch! >>
The sentence, cut short by grief and anger, however, came at the recipient, who was examining the room with a disgusted look.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh, man, you really know how to insult a demon. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Crowley I swear I'll blow ...>>
A sudden leg cramp forced him to rest while Dean Crowley is our clothing rumpled.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Take a breath and try to calm down, you do not a good wax. I could almost see you tonight ... unpleasant>> A sneer curled the lips \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Who you kidding? Everybody knows that you're my favorite! And I hear there is someone else who would like to take a ride on the ...>> He concluded by indicating the body of Dean. \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Cheer up, honey! You're still alive! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I hope not for long>> gasped the elder Winchester to hold back a groan.
The wound was opened for almost the entire length of the thigh, because of the copious bleeding was impossible to realize how deep it was but it had to be enough to have touched the muscle continued to contract more and more painful but at least, it was said Dean, was so certain that she would not have lost the use.
Maybe he would die in pain but he would be buried with both legs.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Where the hell is Sam? >> Dean hissed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Where you left it: by Bobby. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Call! Bring it here! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What! Our date is already over? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Stop it! Give me a hand bled to death before he dies! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You seem to be your angel, by any chance? >>
something between a curse and a cry burst from the lips of Dean before fainting.

Upon awakening, if not the past, when the pain had subsided enough for him to sit up leaning back against the wall. He looked
around still confused and gripped by nausea that caused the headache on the edge of the bed, complete with black and hateful bored expression, was comfortably semidisteso Crowley who greeted him without casting a look:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I thought I'd have to kiss to make you open your eyes>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Would you like to ...>> with Dean mumbled thickly.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I believe to be desired as a means Heaven has given you in the head ...>> The glanced enjoyed before straightening.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I want to go back to Bobby. Hurry up or is the good time that I return you to hell kick your ass. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Quiet, I'm not going to stay in there more in need but I can not take you anywhere for now. >>
Dean stared at him, weighing up the possibility that this was a plan to kill him or if the Demon had a good reason to keep it there. Surely
view of a demon, he thought, the reason is precisely that of kill him and then got ready for the worst.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; We are following, from yesterday. Do not believe I scared, right? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Curse ...>>
The memory of the night before Dean violently attacked and saw clearly the moment when the knife of a demon had entered the flesh.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A few hours to calm the waters and we come out of this dump. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A few hours to calm the waters? You mean I can use for a few hours as a human shield! >> He said Dean irritated \u0026lt;\u0026lt; You disappeared in the middle of the hunt! I was almost killed because of you! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm back to take ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;just to avoid that said ERI STATE TO GIVE YOU THE COVO! >> Dean shouted angry feeling the drops of cold sweat his forehead.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I've taken care of. You are not life threatening, stop the whining! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;have let me KILL! >>
Crowley's face contracted in a grimace, holding off the anger barely concealed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I do not know who you have mistaken me, boy you got it right but maybe not ...>> He walked a few inches from the face of Dean \u0026lt;\u0026lt;I di Non. Your Il.. Fuck. Di. Angelo. Understood? >> eyes became completely blacks, fixed on those of Dean. \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Now ...>> said, taking the first position and the usual ironic \u0026lt;\u0026lt; let's give us a regulated, we have time to spend together. Ideas? >> Churches looking Dean eloquently, yet gently dropped on the bed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Damn ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let's hope not too soon for the good of both. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now you care for me? >>
Crowley grinned in response.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'re my insurance, honey. Do you think you would let something bad happen? >>
Dean raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth to answer, when the daemon ended \u0026lt;\u0026lt; I mean really bad ...>>
impatience for Puffing Dean closed his eyes, trying to dispel the discomfort that the weakness was the arranging, the cold had crept in the bones causing shortness of breath while shaking violently forced him to air at the bottom.
Hunting with a demon was not a great idea but during the apocalypse then there was plenty to choose from as to allies and we did what we could to get the can. However
Dean had to admit that Crowley trust enough not to check his information was dangerous and stupid besides that his leg torn to pieces was a very low price for not having listened to the distrust of Sam.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;More than yourself you should blame your hero complex>>
Dean pointed look at him, visibly irritated by the intrusion of his thoughts.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E ' necessary that you keep talking to me? >> Churches settling the pillows behind his back.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I just wanted to let you see what the problem is>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; The problem is that there are a slimy son of a bitch? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are more of an idiot who goes around with a sign "Kill me" on the back ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Coward. >>
Dean hissed the word through gritted teeth, aware that it was not something I could understand but a demon Crowley seemed impressed enough to ask him a scowl.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Words! You pathetic meat sacks do not know more than any other and blame behind trincerarvici be for what you are! You give me a coward? >> Churches seriously.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes Bobby Neither Sam nor I nor anyone else I know would have left during a hunt.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And you? You, Dean Winchester, have you left someone? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Never! >>
Crowley stared long and let the silence convince him to remember.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... ... Mai voluntarily ... >> Dean conceded with a grin.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; This then makes you better than me? Being forced to run away does not make the flight better, just shows you what really is not much! You can not decide when to leave and not get the courage to save someone but circumstances! There are always circumstances for people like you!
It 'been the case to make you a hero but if I were honest I would not call someone else a coward ...>>
Dean was silent for a moment, staring at the demon for the first time had taken no expression irony and continued to stare with a look indecipherable.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; E 'useless to try one of your tricks with me.
I did a lot of crap in my life but I've never left someone to die in a room full of demons. No, not that. >>
Crowley smiled coldly.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; that's what has impressed Alastair! I understand that hell your pride has been difficult to fold but still ...
not look at me like a boy, the screams of those souls, souls that you tortured>> He emphasized the last words carefully while Dean fidgeted uncomfortably, by tightening the lips \u0026lt;\u0026lt; we have heard even in these human shell. So what? How do you judge now? You accepted the deal, you become a torturer and why did you do that?
not have even thought for a moment that among the shapeless mass of souls could there be a supplicant as that of your father? "Where's all your piety?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;My father got to do>> interrupted the hunter trying to continue when Crowley's voice rises above his own.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'll tell you Dean, while I squirmed under the lash of the Alastair you have not had the strength to let you go, you were struggling and were hoping every minute that your brother or whoever pulled out of there. You have given the impulse to believe that important to deserve another chance and you did what you had to buy time. What makes you so different from me? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;That would never do such a choice ... more>> Dean growled with his eyes on the demon, resisting the urge to lower them to give him the satisfaction of reading in a gesture of shame that the memory had worsened.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It is this, you're right, you've never been able to choose something in your life. Someone has decided for you and you've never tried to rebel, even now, while you struggle furiously to get rid of your destiny you are totally convinced that it is the right thing. So you've decided to say yes, I know that you have taken more into account than to admit you still continue to let guide to the circumstances, if Sam did not return not would have lasted so long. I accepted my nature a long time ago, so I do what I was born and protect my life exactly as you did then you should be careful with the words you use. >>
A heavy silence fell in the room interrupted by a dripping faucet.
Dean swallowed hard, the grip around her heart clenched painfully having to recognize that Crowley's words were true; was not the persuasive force that undoubtedly had a trick or a demon, had spoken to the brutality ; that competed to his race but the truth, the only, non era né all’Inferno o in Paradiso ma piuttosto nel Purgatorio che si portava dentro e dal quale Crowley l’aveva tirata fuori.
<< Dopotutto, dolcezza, non sono una compagnia così sbagliata per te…>>

 

                                                                                                                  Son dunque un tal codardo?

                                                                                                                       Who calls me coward?