Another undignified product of society...

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

When; November 13th, a few hours before midnight
Rating; pg-13 - R
Characters; Dulcie, Dean, Castiel, anyone else who wants to get involved
Summary; Hey, remember that time an evil angel blew up the carousel? You're about to...
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Just about done here. It took her a few hours of teleporting in and out of the right shops, sending in enough distractions to keep the shop keepers occupied. But she has it. Enough explosives to makes a good-sized crater where the City Carousel used to be. She's just twisting off the last few wires to set this sucker up. Still, she is doing something highly illegal in a public place. Anyone is bound to catch her at any minute...

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Dean's been tracking Dulcie all day, trying to get a lead on her. She finally slows down and stops long enough for him to get a bead on her. He parks the Impala a good distance away--if she's going to blow shit up, he doesn't want his car in her path. His body is one thing; his car is another.

He walks toward her slowly, nothing except a tiny knife in one hand. It's silver, not that it'll matter to her.

"I gotta say, this is really going to change how I feel about you getting me nekkid again."

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Dulcie looks up from where she is currently wiring a few of the last explosives onto the back of an elephant. Oh, a knife. How cute. She only spares him a glance before turning back to her more important work.

"Well, gosh darn it. That's certainly gonna put a damper in my plan."

[orgying.livejournal.com]

It had taken Cas more time than he'd thought; wherever Anna hid the Lucifer sword, she'd done it well. Maybe if he had his mojo, it'd be easier to find, but that's not the real issue. He also turned up nil on the holy oil he wanted to use to try to trap Dulcie. The supply that they had left over was probably only enough to trap a holy beetle.

He's out of breath as he reaches the scene, panting and doing a fairly bad job at updating his fearless leader.

"Uhh, Dean?" Huff, huff. "Dean! I-- couldn't get-- stuff!"

If Dulcie was wondering about their plan, the sword and oil are practically written all over his face.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

The look Dean gives Cas is just short of panic. His eyes are wide and he's got that 'shut up, Cas' expression on his face.

"Great. Fantastic. At least this feels familiar. Screwed with no chance of hope. Yeah, I know how that works."

And they'll pull something out of their asses at the last possible moment.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"It is cute that you boys tried, though."

She stands, leaning against a giraffe and raises an eyebrow.

"Now I'd get out of the way, if I were you."

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, Sweetheart, we can't do that. You want to blow things up, you're gonna have to blow us up too."

Yeah he is hoping appealing to her emotional side will help.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough. Don't say I didn't warn you."

She starts digging a lighter out of her pocket, still keeping her eyes firmly on the boys.

[orgying.livejournal.com]

Whether it's an innate lack of self-worth and martyrdom or the fact that he's flying so very high right now, Cas strides closer forward toward Dulcie. He's seen this song and dance multiple times throughout his stupid angel life, and has experienced much worse feelings.

"Dulcie, this isn't you. You don't want to be manipulated anymore, I can't blame you." He continues moving forward, as close as she'll allow. Up onto the carousel if he can make it. Just a few feet farther.

"Doing this is being played like a puppet just as much as anything else we do here. Maybe I've become a fatalist, but there is no way to win, here. And now you're just going to make it worse."

With that, he rips open his shirt to reveal an old trick; the sigil of banishment carved in blood in his own chest. Cas's hand hovers just over it, giving Dulcie the chance to back out.

And he's not even sure that it works on her.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Dean stays a safe distance from Castiel. He's glad the former angel went through with the plan. In his experience, human!Stoner!Cas wasn't terribly reliable unless there was weed or an orgy in it for him.

Just in case, he's got his knife. Honestly, if this doesn't work, Dean's not sure how to take care of her. There's no holy oil in the City so trapping her relies on hurting her badly enough to knock her out, something neither he nor Cas are capable of he's fairly certain.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

She stares for a moment, her eyes glued on Cas, lighter still in hand. She fixes him with a hard glare. Then, as sudden as anything, she laughs.

"I bet I can move faster than you can."

Her wrist flicks out, and the lighter sparks, hitting the fuse....