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[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

Dean, we need to talk. NOW.

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Whatever it is, I didn't do it.

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

So, you were never in Hell? I'm SO sorry. She ended up talking to a new Demon Dean (not in a friendly way like she does with her d!Dean) and he told her about Hell and she freaked out a little.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

You're not gonna believe me if I tell you I wasn't, are you? pfffft nice. where was that thread?

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

Dean, if you can honestly promise me that you weren't in Hell, then I will believe you. I'll have to find it... I'll send you the link when I do.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

... Sorry, can't promise you that. awesomesauce.

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

So, you were. Here you go! (http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/22269537.html?thread=717875297#t717875297)

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I was. How'd you find out?

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

You don't want to know.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure I do, or I wouldn't ask.

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

I was talking to another demon version of you. But before you freak out, I was not becoming buddies with him.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

I believe you, Serena. [And he does, really. He's going flat, bracing himself for the inevitable hell talk.]

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Look, Dean, I walked away from that demon even though I had a million questions I wanted to ask him because I only want to know what you want to tell me. It's up to you how much or how little that is. I can't promise that I won't bug you for more, but I'm not about to go behind your back.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Dean stares at her for a long moment, and then runs a hand through his hair slowly, with a small sigh.]

I... can't. Not right now. [He says finally.] Not now. I can't promise I'll tell you everything, either.

[He's just letting her know what he's capable of.]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Whatever it is, I didn't do it.

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

So, you were never in Hell? I'm SO sorry. She ended up talking to a new Demon Dean (not in a friendly way like she does with her d!Dean) and he told her about Hell and she freaked out a little.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

You're not gonna believe me if I tell you I wasn't, are you? pfffft nice. where was that thread?

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

Dean, if you can honestly promise me that you weren't in Hell, then I will believe you. I'll have to find it... I'll send you the link when I do.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

... Sorry, can't promise you that. awesomesauce.

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

So, you were. Here you go! (http://community.livejournal.com/sixwordstories/22269537.html?thread=717875297#t717875297)

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I was. How'd you find out?

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

You don't want to know.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure I do, or I wouldn't ask.

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

I was talking to another demon version of you. But before you freak out, I was not becoming buddies with him.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

I believe you, Serena. [And he does, really. He's going flat, bracing himself for the inevitable hell talk.]

[modestnygirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Look, Dean, I walked away from that demon even though I had a million questions I wanted to ask him because I only want to know what you want to tell me. It's up to you how much or how little that is. I can't promise that I won't bug you for more, but I'm not about to go behind your back.