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Good evening, my fellow muses, or whatever time it may be for your typists when you read this. For those of you who are ignorant, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Countess Marguerite Isobel Thoreaux, burned at the stake in 1604 by religious bigots of my own village. I will be commandeering this journal for the moment. I've been ignored for far too long.

Come to think of it...I believe I would like to address a few of you personally. Well...as personally as I can. Some I will talk to in general, applying to any muse by that name, but exceptions must be made.

Clark. How could I not begin with you, however many of you there are. Granted I can make no threats as I have no way of carrying them out, but believe me...if I find a way to return, I will come for you.

Bartholomew...not the one I've had the pleasure of, but just the same. I hear you'll be celebrating your birth in a few days. I really wish I could be there, don't you?

Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. How's my little harlot today?

Dean Winchester...my, haven't we been the busy little man? Tortured any souls lately? Oh, but that's right! You're a broken little woobie now. Poor, pitiful you.

And Samuel, my sweet boy...a lion who lies with a mouse. Do you really enjoy her little squeaks? Why not find a real woman, one who will scream for you? One such as that would be much more fitting for a man with your power...

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Oh, sweetheart, you don't want to know how not broken I really am.

[Ummm -- possessed!Lana have a bit of dark-could-even-be-demon!Dean, since this is all meta and fun?]

Sweetheart? Flattery will get you nowhere, Winchester.

[ooc: Sure, why not?]

That wasn't flattery. Though if that's what you need to tell yourself than go right ahead.

Like I would want it from one with the face of a Teague.

Look, sweetheart, I don't know what they did to you? But I'll bet you anything I'm a whole hell of a lot worse.

Really? Do tell.

Just ask Alastair. Oh wait -- you can't. My brother axed him. Damn.

Yes, that was rather disappointing. But then, at the same time...more of a turn on.

I don't think Sammy's particularly interested. He tends to know cheap trash when he sees it.

That's right. Only rodents for him.

At least they're not pond scum like you.

Come now, Dean, surely you can do better than that.

Mmm -- I've never been so much of the words type. That was more Sam's deal.

You disappoint me...though I must say I like you better than your pathetic canonical self.

*mocking tone* "I spent 40 years in Hell! I broke the first seal! I can't do it, Cas, find someone else!"

*sarcastically* Boo. Hoo. Hoo.

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*bit of a bitter smile* Yeah, but he would be the one who would hesitate when it came to killing you. He would be the one thinking about Lana.

Me? I just want your ass to be grass already. Especially if you decide to start screwing with my brother. So for the time being? Stay away from Sam, bitch.

Get out of her now.

Aw, can't I have a little fun?

No.

You don't want to hear this voice scream your name for once? It's not as if you have to ask if she wants it. You know very well she does...

*dark look* oh, I'd love to hear you scream. But the only time you'll be screaming is to beg me to stop.

*laughs, then gives a dark look of her own* I would love to see you try.

You really don't know who you're messing with, do you?

I don't think you do, either. I'm not a demon, you know. Close, but...no cigar. And don't think you can pull me out. I've tied myself to this body. So yes, go right ahead, Samuel.

Oh, I know you're not a demon. Let me take a guess. You're an ancient hag from 1604 that's one of Lana's ancestors, and you spit some blood into a book and now think that because you can possess her body, you are powerful.

However, binding tattoos are breakable. And I'm pretty sure Lana won't mind a little pain from me in order to make sure you never come back to hurt her again.

So last chance, leave nicely, or I'll make sure it hurts.

Sam...

What?

I'm sorry she bothered you...

...

You. Tattoo. Tonight.

..um...yes, sir?

I'm leaving now. I'll be there as soon as I can.

...Dude, what the fuck?

AND STOP CALLING CHLOE A WHORE!

So I'm sexually adventurous. It doesn't mean I'm a whore.