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A. Two. Three (2 / 4) And finally came

I'm sticking with Lj, because he refuses to do what one wants, so one has decided to spend it. It's bad.

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- Do not Want You.

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had not yet had time to open the eyes when dark girl's voice echoed in his head. Opened his eyes slowly, without force. That day was not the best. One may be lucky to witness such a heart removed of the corresponding breast. Without anesthesia. Needless to say, was his. Maybe it was this that made him be a little reluctant to talk to that girl look demonic haunting.

- Fuck you.

- No, she denied flesh, smiling that fuck is you. Irrefutable

. Point to the dark girl.

She waited patiently for Dean speak. He did not. So act like it's supposed to make young children when they want something and not give it over: being fucking irritating.

- "The poor puppet what we will, "he began to sing softly, the poor wimp what we will. A beating with sticks to kill him. A beating with sticks to kill him. "

When completed the lyrics of the song, she went dark humming the tune, making it Dean bristled. Still did not understand how that girl could be so creepy. And that did nothing, just sat on the floor, braiding her hair and humming. Almond eyes remained fixed on him as he continued with his canteen.

- "... a beating with sticks to kill him a beating with sticks ... you ..."

- Basta! Dean cried desperately .- What the hell you want!?

To his surprise, the dark girl took the index finger to his lips, with the clear intention to be silent. She turned to the entrance of the cave and waited a few seconds before turning back to Dean.

- There are words here is prohibited. For your sake I recommend you never say "the dark girl's lips moved silently creating the word" demons. "

- Why?

- Anyone can take the hint and I certainly will not want to meet you. But that's not important. What do I want? I want to know.

- Know? "Dean repeated, not understanding .- What?

- Why. "The girl rose dark soil and moved up to stay a few meters from Dean.

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- He died. I sold my soul to save. Now I'm here. That's the story, no more.

- that already know me, meat, "said the girl, I want to know is why you did it. Was it selfish? A noble act? Is the quest for redemption happy? Dean

silent. Why had done? It was a noble act, he did not have to prove anything to anyone, nor redemption, and that their sins were fine where they were, thanks. However, is selfishness? Sometimes he thought so, but others do not. It was selfish on his part, not wanting to be left alone. It was selfish to think that it was unfair that he removed his brother. That was not just an attack from behind to snatch what more ... no, it was not fair, but the feeling of a possible gap if Sam was not with him also seemed selfish.

- Amazing.

The dark girl's whispered that Dean brought out of their lethargy and again are faced with those almond eyes watching him with some astonishment.

- What is surprising? He asked puzzled.

- Do not be like. But to love him completely.

dark She approached him slowly, until you can place the palm of your hand on the brow of the Blond. Dean shuddered to feel the contact of the child. Many Demons had touched, and that contact caused burns. However, the dark girl had her hand as an ice floe. Upon removal, felt some relief.

- Gave his life for him ... you give it forever, without expecting anything in return. Not a sad recognition. Not a simple thank you. Zero. However, something as insignificant as a slight smile caused the bristling and beautiful you that your body will stay cool, while listening to a band playing around you ...

- How do you know? He asked Dean alarmed.

- ... and when he left, the world collapsed and you were within, seeing as everything was destroyed. Again and returned the smile, the hair-raising, body cream and music imagine. But he died and you ...

- I chose the easy way out. "Dean was quick to respond. A smile from sad hung on the lips of the dark girl.

- no easy thing is to resign. The tricky thing is to follow. And the impossible is that after seeing this, "said the dark girl hand habíaa everything around: If you had to choose, to come back to life, for him, thousand times.

Dean was not sure how to interpret the words of the dark girl, who stood before him, with eyes lost in a point over his head. It was a thoughtful gesture. The blond felt encogérsele stomach the possibility that perhaps he was thinking in the best way to use that information to make it "interesting" his stay in hell.

dark She turned on her heel and left the cave, leaving only Dean.

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... Continued ...