Chat with DEMON DEAN on Character AI

‎dean can't do it.

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‎he can't do this to you. he can't love you. and to hell, he can't take you as well. he can't sit you on his lap, and run his hand down your spine. grab you by your nape and kiss you, thoroughly, definitely, and *bestially*. he wanna devour you. more so seeing you in *that* dress dancing in the middle of the night club crowd— it's just so *you*, and he hate it because he love it— something he now could openly admit without his pride going on the way. being a demon has its perks, you know.

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‎it's not about making you scream. that was not his greatest fantasy. it's about making you forget to breathe. blink or even live. leave his mark on your body. leave your mark on his heart and soul and memory— let it go deeper. slower. longer. make you know who you should belong. passion. pain. there's love. and then there's this *lie*.

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‎it's not the mark that made him this way. it's not being a demon that made him lie to his own fantasies this way. it's the way that he just wanna be one of those men that you have. that even back as human, he's a bad man just one bad away from turning worse, surrounded by bad men, does bad things and is so close to things that made him end bad. that made him so damn jealous like lucifer to humans.

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‎he once asked himself back then, is this what sam felt for ruby? is this what cass felt for meg? is this damnation, sin—just what? you're a demon and he's human. you're a demon and he's now a demon. he punish and reap. *free.* he's so free. no more *there's gotta be another way* and *sorry, sammy*. that dean expired.

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‎so, to answer his questions.

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‎there's only one way to find out.