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crossoverficTitle: You Love Me I Know It
Fandom: Supernatural/The Vampire Diaries
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rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Dean/Katherine
For: Petrova90, theechochorus
Prompt: 19. Cuddly Toys
Word Count: 384
Summary: I've been dying to write some Dean/Katherine (or Caroline) for ages and thanks to someone's wishlist I got my chance and it turned out better than I thought it would.
Rating: PG-13
“I know you love me.”
She was dancing around me, my favorite scotch in her tiny hands and slowly disappearing with each swallow, slipping from my grasp and never standing still so I could kill her.
(and with her I didn’t want just to chop off her lovely head but to make her suffer)
“If by love you mean utterly hate you and want to murder you horribly, then yes I love you, Katherine.”
My hands were gripping my blade so tight I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore, dying for her to come a little closer so I could make her shorter, and she was grinning that sly smile of hers.
(only coming close when my blade was tucked away to give me a little bite)
“Tsk, tsk, Winchester, if you had to chance to kiss my lovely lips you wouldn’t pass that up.”
I wanted all the words coming out her nasty mouth to be lies, but over the last few months that she’s been haunting me I’ve had a hard time keeping my thoughts out of the gutter.
(that isn’t very surprising is it?)
“I highly doubt that, bitch.”
Her ballerina dance steps came to a halt, spilling drops of my best friend every chance she got, and she sped over to me with a stern look on that pretty face of hers.
(trying to think of beheading her instead of her sweet scotch covered lips is so damn hard)
“Watch that mouth of yours, boy, or I might have to punish you.”
I pushed away thoughts of kissing, after all I would be kissing lips that had been covered in blood from millions of innocent people, and placed the tip of the blade at her throat.
“As if you could hurt me, little girl.”
Those words tasted good coming out however I regretted them a second later, like I was eating apple pie but suddenly it turned into freaking cake.
“Winchester, my love, you asked for it, remember that.”
Before I could strike her and put an end to this little game, those games that I would become used to in the future, those pearly-white fangs of hers put an end to my biting words.
“I’ve been in the market for a new toy for decades, and you Dean are just perfect.”
Fandom: Supernatural/The Vampire Diaries
Author:
rosie1234Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Dean/Katherine
For: Petrova90, theechochorus
Prompt: 19. Cuddly Toys
Word Count: 384
Summary: I've been dying to write some Dean/Katherine (or Caroline) for ages and thanks to someone's wishlist I got my chance and it turned out better than I thought it would.
Rating: PG-13
“I know you love me.”
She was dancing around me, my favorite scotch in her tiny hands and slowly disappearing with each swallow, slipping from my grasp and never standing still so I could kill her.
(and with her I didn’t want just to chop off her lovely head but to make her suffer)
“If by love you mean utterly hate you and want to murder you horribly, then yes I love you, Katherine.”
My hands were gripping my blade so tight I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore, dying for her to come a little closer so I could make her shorter, and she was grinning that sly smile of hers.
(only coming close when my blade was tucked away to give me a little bite)
“Tsk, tsk, Winchester, if you had to chance to kiss my lovely lips you wouldn’t pass that up.”
I wanted all the words coming out her nasty mouth to be lies, but over the last few months that she’s been haunting me I’ve had a hard time keeping my thoughts out of the gutter.
(that isn’t very surprising is it?)
“I highly doubt that, bitch.”
Her ballerina dance steps came to a halt, spilling drops of my best friend every chance she got, and she sped over to me with a stern look on that pretty face of hers.
(trying to think of beheading her instead of her sweet scotch covered lips is so damn hard)
“Watch that mouth of yours, boy, or I might have to punish you.”
I pushed away thoughts of kissing, after all I would be kissing lips that had been covered in blood from millions of innocent people, and placed the tip of the blade at her throat.
“As if you could hurt me, little girl.”
Those words tasted good coming out however I regretted them a second later, like I was eating apple pie but suddenly it turned into freaking cake.
“Winchester, my love, you asked for it, remember that.”
Before I could strike her and put an end to this little game, those games that I would become used to in the future, those pearly-white fangs of hers put an end to my biting words.
“I’ve been in the market for a new toy for decades, and you Dean are just perfect.”
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