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What if Dean Winchester sat at the table with Hannibal Lecter? That would be the hunt I´d pay all my money for to watch!
2X A3 - brown and black, white charcoal and white pencil
All SPN and Hannibal rights don´t belong to me...

A fly
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Dean Winchester - aka Paul Jones

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

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"Good evening, Mr. Jones. Please, sit down. May I offer you a glass of wine - Côtes du Rhône, France. Extremely good vintage. Even a layman can appreciate..."

"Thank you, doctor. But i´m ok with beer. Just a bottle, it ´s fine. Thanks."

"Your choice. Here you go...So I have to say that I was quite surprised by your phone call, Mr. Jones. I don´t welcome new patients these days, but you sounded like the meeting is a question of life and death."

"Yeah. I think there are plenty of things wrong with me, doctor. I can´t sleep. I feel so week all the time. Strange thoughts on my mind...I´ve heard you´re the best of the best."

"Well, thank you. But let´s have order in the conversation, Mr. Jones. How long do you see those symptoms?"

"Umm... There´s a lot of crap since childhood, but it got worse last two months...Sometimes I feel like the whole world is going dark. That isn´t normal, is it?!"

"Have you tried to define normal? It´s a relative term, Mr. Jones. Were there any stressful situations in your life, especially during the last half year? Like a tragedy - friends or family? Reactions to losing someone close may vary..."

"No, no. Nothing like that. It´s just...Two months ago, my brother Jimmy and me...well we run a family business, you know. But we had...this exchange of opinions, if you know what I mean...And I decided to keep going on my own. I do have this Halloween-stuff shop you know, costumes of Dracula, werewolves, wendigos...creepy stuff...and last time I looked at them - they looked at me back! I swear doctor, it couldn´t be a hallucination. They looked real!"

"How much time do you spend in the shop?"

"Since I´m the only one there, I´d say I´m there all day...sometimes more than 8 hours...Sometimes I sleep there..."

"Well it´s a typical reaction to the stereotyped surroundings. The more time you spend there, the more your mind tries to create something new to keep your attention. It´s a natural mechanism to prevent the boredom. Reality starts to get some interesting surreal shapes. The side effect is that to other people it doesn´t make sense. You can create a complete architecture in your mind - there are cases of course - prisons, institutes for example. But that is a reaction to real hard conditions - we can exclude that in your case. I strongly recommend you to change your work."

"I can´t, doctor. It´s the family business. My dad taught me all of that. Once you´re in, you can´t get out. Though I hate the talking part, you know. My brother Jimmy, he was good at it..."

"I see. So there´s another part of the stress you have - the communication. Have you got friends, Mr. Jones? They can help us to see the difference between the reality and the constructs of our mind. Though there is a question – what is reality?”

“Well. I don´t think I´ve got friends...That´s the job you know. I can´t afford it...they see me as a total freak...but it´s ok. I don ´t need to talk to people...”

“But you´re talking to me right now. That´s good. Another beer?“

“Well. Thanks.”

“You know, Mr. Jones. When you called me, I was expecting something like that.”

“Pardon? You´ve visited my shop?”

“Not at all. You do remember I told you I don´t welcome new patients...that you´re an exception. I know my colleagues don´t recommend me to any patients. The truth is I´m a tabu. But you – you found me and you managed to set up a meeting. I was curious what kind of life you live. Or the lie you´ll come up with. And I have to say I´m pleased...”

“I´m sorry, but I think I don´t fully understand...”

“Oh I think you do understand every word I say. I must tell you I couldn´t resist. To see a man who overcame all the obstacles I created...Impressive.”

“I don´t know what you´re talking ´bout, doctor. I´m just seeking for help!”

“And you truly are. That´s the reason why we still have this conversation, Mr. Jones. A lie is a very mysterious product of the brain. If we want to come up with a believable lie, we usually tend to cover it in the clothes of the truth. But we have to watch how the lie is built. Sometimes the base of the building is too unstable. It goes down like the house of cards after a breeze of a curious question. You wanted to cover the truth, but you unwillingly told me your story. The base you built wasn´t properly checked. Your personality wouldn´t be able to live such a life – I mean working in a shop. We both know you could try harder, Mr. Jones. On the other hand, I´m really pleased that the police is trying harder to find me, when they contacted you...You´re the man of the action. I guess you work as a private detective or a hunter. You surely do have hunter qualities. That´s why you could make the phone call.”

“Seriously doctor, I wanted to get rid of my problems but you´re trying to tell me I´m a detective or whatever...?”

“Enough of this. You want to get rid of your problems? Let´s do it. After all, I told you I told you you caught my attention. From the beginning – you live the unstable life. You move from town to town to obtain useful information. You always run for something – that´s how you undoubtedly persuaded your brother. But it seems he left you to your fate and went his own path. You still mad about him, certainly it´s a loss for the family business, right? You seem like the one who really cares about his family. You put family on the top. And of course your brother was your friend – the only you could rely on. So you started to build the impenetrable wall of lies. But you´re caught in a trap of lies since childhood, you know how to live with that. I´m not scared to tell that lies helped to build your own character. You do fear the truth. You hide it. Inside of yourself. “

“Damn. You son of a bitch, you really knew it from the start...Awkward...I wish it could go according to my plan once...whatever...you´re wrong, doctor. In the first place – I´m not a detective. I´m a hunter. See, heavenly truth.”

“I was close enough. Now we can continue without creating a new labyrinth of lies. I don´t have to ask why you wanted to find me. The reward for the capture of myself must be attractive. How much?”

“Nop, doc. I don´t do it for money. I know that police wants to find you...but seriously – you in the court? You would walk away with standing ovation...”

“But I can´t see your motivation. As a hunter you should attempt to earn a trophy, a reward.”

“ I´ll be satisfied with your head on a golden plate. The reward? People going to their psychiatrists without a fear of fork and spoon.”

“You´re a humble man. That´s rare.”

“You think. I just need the job to be done.”

“ You see. Always in a hurry. Let me finish the therapy as I always do – you asked for help.”

“Oh you really think I need help. And from you? Don´t try to make me laugh.”

“You need to help from yourself. You take identities, you´re hiding yourself. That kind of life can mark you. We should start with your real name. I´m not convinced by Led Zeppelin.”

“You really like listening to yourself, huh doc? You always play with your victims before eating them?”

“I asked you for a favour. You have to admit you have an advantage in that. I´d like to speak to you personally.”

“Dean. Dean Winchester. Ring a bell?”

“No. But thank you. The dialogue, Mr. Winchester, is a part of my job. We both want, as you say, the job to be done.”

“Touché.”

“Have you ever considered a portrait, Mr. Winchester?”

“What?”

“To let an artist to make you a portrait. Artist are very sensitive souls. They reach for the colours of your personality with an unbelievable accuracy. The artist gives the life of himself to those colours and strokes only to capture you perfectly. The strokes the artist chooses, they define your life rhythm. One can say the artist hears your heart beats. The artist, Mr. Winchester, would have read you the moment you showed yourself at the door. The artist can see your deepest, most guarded thoughts, feelings. If I were an artist, I wouldn´t pick any bright colours for you, Mr. Winchester. No, they are not invited to your life. But you would love to use them. You even tried. But the only thing that came from that is a scar. The look in your eyes, Mr. Winchester, that´s the scar written all over them.”

“Never fan of art, sorry. “

“It´s a shame we cannot see the world from the aesthetic point of view and appreciate all of its qualities. We miss wonderful art created by the nature...”

“Yeah... You know what, your way of art doesn´t seem much aesthetic to me at all!”

“You´re lying. You know where the beauty of the life lies, Dean. And this inner thought fears you as well. A beauty, we both appreciate, is the beauty of death. Every hunter knows the look - how the light leaves the eyes. The moment we don´t understand particularly, but we can sense the beauty. Some native tribes do sense that beauty as well. More than we are able to, in the matter of fact. They believe that in this very moment, human soul needs a help to jump from one dimension to another. And it is a soul of an animal that can help. They don´t sacrifice a lamb, but a bull. A strong, powerful animal - its soul can jump together with the human soul and provide it final destination...Dean Winchester, you are so afraid of yourself, that you deny to admit the beauty you admire. Have you ever thought why you like your job? It´s not only the family part, but also that thanks to your job you´re close to this beauty of death. You try to make up some dignified reasons – I´ll make the world better place, people can sleep safely. Nice, but the truth lies behind that and you know it, Mr. Winchester. You look for the risky, dangerous situations – than you can die as a hero you always wanted to be, the right one fighting the chaos. You love when you´re in this position. Not alive, not dead. You want to live, you want to die, you want order, but as long as there´s chaos, so is the job of yours. You´re like a romantic hero cruising the world on your own. The cruel maze full of obstacles – that´s your world.

“The soul part, doc, that´s bullshit. And me looking for death? You´re right, I met him few times, but that ´s the guy you don´t want to piss off, believe me. I´m kind of interested who´s going to reap you.“

“You see, you treat with death like you´d treat with your friend. You wanted to help, so here is my advice. Your brother helps you understand who you truly are, that you can appreciate the beauty of death without being a part of dying. The bond you share with your brother is much more important than you could ever admit. Your brother is a guarantee of your life. You ´re with him, you´re ok. Try to live without him – it is the sentence of death.”

“Doctor, why do you even say it to me – you know I´m going to pick your guts from the floor one way or another.”

“Because right now it´s the moment you realize how big mistake you´ve made. You thought I won´t be prepared for you? Don´t worry, Dean. It will be a merciful death for you. You like beer, I prefer spiders. The venom in the bottle won´t have the same effect as it could have, if I gave it to you intravenously. But I think the paralysis and convulsions just started.”

“You dick!”

“Don´t be vulgar. And no need to reach for gun, you could shoot yourself by mistake, Dean.”

“You poisoned me?!”

“The final cut will be mine of course. It would be an insult to poison you to death. We don´t want your death to be consider as an accident, do we? No, I just want you to enjoy the moment of dying...”

“Th-...gh...than-thanks!”

“You´re welcome. I´m surprised that you can still move with your mimic muscles or breathe.”

“gr...gh..ahhh..... Hahahaha....Wow! That´s awesome! I love this part!”

“What?!”

“Let me ask you something, doc. After all the crap about me and death, do you really think I´d still be rocking down the highway?”

Doctor Lecter is looking into a pair of black eyes.

“Oh Hanni, look what a fly you´ve caught!”

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timeline - after SPN S09E23 and Hannibal S02E13

Description
What if Dean Winchester sat at the table with Hannibal Lecter? That would be the hunt I´d pay all my money for to watch!
2X A3 - brown and black, white charcoal and white pencil
All SPN and Hannibal rights don´t belong to me...

A fly
.....................................................................................................................................................

Dean Winchester - aka Paul Jones

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

.....................................................................................................................................................

"Good evening, Mr. Jones. Please, sit down. May I offer you a glass of wine - Côtes du Rhône, France. Extremely good vintage. Even a layman can appreciate..."

"Thank you, doctor. But i´m ok with beer. Just a bottle, it ´s fine. Thanks."

"Your choice. Here you go...So I have to say that I was quite surprised by your phone call, Mr. Jones. I don´t welcome new patients these days, but you sounded like the meeting is a question of life and death."

"Yeah. I think there are plenty of things wrong with me, doctor. I can´t sleep. I feel so week all the time. Strange thoughts on my mind...I´ve heard you´re the best of the best."

"Well, thank you. But let´s have order in the conversation, Mr. Jones. How long do you see those symptoms?"

"Umm... There´s a lot of crap since childhood, but it got worse last two months...Sometimes I feel like the whole world is going dark. That isn´t normal, is it?!"

"Have you tried to define normal? It´s a relative term, Mr. Jones. Were there any stressful situations in your life, especially during the last half year? Like a tragedy - friends or family? Reactions to losing someone close may vary..."

"No, no. Nothing like that. It´s just...Two months ago, my brother Jimmy and me...well we run a family business, you know. But we had...this exchange of opinions, if you know what I mean...And I decided to keep going on my own. I do have this Halloween-stuff shop you know, costumes of Dracula, werewolves, wendigos...creepy stuff...and last time I looked at them - they looked at me back! I swear doctor, it couldn´t be a hallucination. They looked real!"

"How much time do you spend in the shop?"

"Since I´m the only one there, I´d say I´m there all day...sometimes more than 8 hours...Sometimes I sleep there..."

"Well it´s a typical reaction to the stereotyped surroundings. The more time you spend there, the more your mind tries to create something new to keep your attention. It´s a natural mechanism to prevent the boredom. Reality starts to get some interesting surreal shapes. The side effect is that to other people it doesn´t make sense. You can create a complete architecture in your mind - there are cases of course - prisons, institutes for example. But that is a reaction to real hard conditions - we can exclude that in your case. I strongly recommend you to change your work."

"I can´t, doctor. It´s the family business. My dad taught me all of that. Once you´re in, you can´t get out. Though I hate the talking part, you know. My brother Jimmy, he was good at it..."

"I see. So there´s another part of the stress you have - the communication. Have you got friends, Mr. Jones? They can help us to see the difference between the reality and the constructs of our mind. Though there is a question – what is reality?”

“Well. I don´t think I´ve got friends...That´s the job you know. I can´t afford it...they see me as a total freak...but it´s ok. I don ´t need to talk to people...”

“But you´re talking to me right now. That´s good. Another beer?“

“Well. Thanks.”

“You know, Mr. Jones. When you called me, I was expecting something like that.”

“Pardon? You´ve visited my shop?”

“Not at all. You do remember I told you I don´t welcome new patients...that you´re an exception. I know my colleagues don´t recommend me to any patients. The truth is I´m a tabu. But you – you found me and you managed to set up a meeting. I was curious what kind of life you live. Or the lie you´ll come up with. And I have to say I´m pleased...”

“I´m sorry, but I think I don´t fully understand...”

“Oh I think you do understand every word I say. I must tell you I couldn´t resist. To see a man who overcame all the obstacles I created...Impressive.”

“I don´t know what you´re talking ´bout, doctor. I´m just seeking for help!”

“And you truly are. That´s the reason why we still have this conversation, Mr. Jones. A lie is a very mysterious product of the brain. If we want to come up with a believable lie, we usually tend to cover it in the clothes of the truth. But we have to watch how the lie is built. Sometimes the base of the building is too unstable. It goes down like the house of cards after a breeze of a curious question. You wanted to cover the truth, but you unwillingly told me your story. The base you built wasn´t properly checked. Your personality wouldn´t be able to live such a life – I mean working in a shop. We both know you could try harder, Mr. Jones. On the other hand, I´m really pleased that the police is trying harder to find me, when they contacted you...You´re the man of the action. I guess you work as a private detective or a hunter. You surely do have hunter qualities. That´s why you could make the phone call.”

“Seriously doctor, I wanted to get rid of my problems but you´re trying to tell me I´m a detective or whatever...?”

“Enough of this. You want to get rid of your problems? Let´s do it. After all, I told you I told you you caught my attention. From the beginning – you live the unstable life. You move from town to town to obtain useful information. You always run for something – that´s how you undoubtedly persuaded your brother. But it seems he left you to your fate and went his own path. You still mad about him, certainly it´s a loss for the family business, right? You seem like the one who really cares about his family. You put family on the top. And of course your brother was your friend – the only you could rely on. So you started to build the impenetrable wall of lies. But you´re caught in a trap of lies since childhood, you know how to live with that. I´m not scared to tell that lies helped to build your own character. You do fear the truth. You hide it. Inside of yourself. “

“Damn. You son of a bitch, you really knew it from the start...Awkward...I wish it could go according to my plan once...whatever...you´re wrong, doctor. In the first place – I´m not a detective. I´m a hunter. See, heavenly truth.”

“I was close enough. Now we can continue without creating a new labyrinth of lies. I don´t have to ask why you wanted to find me. The reward for the capture of myself must be attractive. How much?”

“Nop, doc. I don´t do it for money. I know that police wants to find you...but seriously – you in the court? You would walk away with standing ovation...”

“But I can´t see your motivation. As a hunter you should attempt to earn a trophy, a reward.”

“ I´ll be satisfied with your head on a golden plate. The reward? People going to their psychiatrists without a fear of fork and spoon.”

“You´re a humble man. That´s rare.”

“You think. I just need the job to be done.”

“ You see. Always in a hurry. Let me finish the therapy as I always do – you asked for help.”

“Oh you really think I need help. And from you? Don´t try to make me laugh.”

“You need to help from yourself. You take identities, you´re hiding yourself. That kind of life can mark you. We should start with your real name. I´m not convinced by Led Zeppelin.”

“You really like listening to yourself, huh doc? You always play with your victims before eating them?”

“I asked you for a favour. You have to admit you have an advantage in that. I´d like to speak to you personally.”

“Dean. Dean Winchester. Ring a bell?”

“No. But thank you. The dialogue, Mr. Winchester, is a part of my job. We both want, as you say, the job to be done.”

“Touché.”

“Have you ever considered a portrait, Mr. Winchester?”

“What?”

“To let an artist to make you a portrait. Artist are very sensitive souls. They reach for the colours of your personality with an unbelievable accuracy. The artist gives the life of himself to those colours and strokes only to capture you perfectly. The strokes the artist chooses, they define your life rhythm. One can say the artist hears your heart beats. The artist, Mr. Winchester, would have read you the moment you showed yourself at the door. The artist can see your deepest, most guarded thoughts, feelings. If I were an artist, I wouldn´t pick any bright colours for you, Mr. Winchester. No, they are not invited to your life. But you would love to use them. You even tried. But the only thing that came from that is a scar. The look in your eyes, Mr. Winchester, that´s the scar written all over them.”

“Never fan of art, sorry. “

“It´s a shame we cannot see the world from the aesthetic point of view and appreciate all of its qualities. We miss wonderful art created by the nature...”

“Yeah... You know what, your way of art doesn´t seem much aesthetic to me at all!”

“You´re lying. You know where the beauty of the life lies, Dean. And this inner thought fears you as well. A beauty, we both appreciate, is the beauty of death. Every hunter knows the look - how the light leaves the eyes. The moment we don´t understand particularly, but we can sense the beauty. Some native tribes do sense that beauty as well. More than we are able to, in the matter of fact. They believe that in this very moment, human soul needs a help to jump from one dimension to another. And it is a soul of an animal that can help. They don´t sacrifice a lamb, but a bull. A strong, powerful animal - its soul can jump together with the human soul and provide it final destination...Dean Winchester, you are so afraid of yourself, that you deny to admit the beauty you admire. Have you ever thought why you like your job? It´s not only the family part, but also that thanks to your job you´re close to this beauty of death. You try to make up some dignified reasons – I´ll make the world better place, people can sleep safely. Nice, but the truth lies behind that and you know it, Mr. Winchester. You look for the risky, dangerous situations – than you can die as a hero you always wanted to be, the right one fighting the chaos. You love when you´re in this position. Not alive, not dead. You want to live, you want to die, you want order, but as long as there´s chaos, so is the job of yours. You´re like a romantic hero cruising the world on your own. The cruel maze full of obstacles – that´s your world.

“The soul part, doc, that´s bullshit. And me looking for death? You´re right, I met him few times, but that ´s the guy you don´t want to piss off, believe me. I´m kind of interested who´s going to reap you.“

“You see, you treat with death like you´d treat with your friend. You wanted to help, so here is my advice. Your brother helps you understand who you truly are, that you can appreciate the beauty of death without being a part of dying. The bond you share with your brother is much more important than you could ever admit. Your brother is a guarantee of your life. You ´re with him, you´re ok. Try to live without him – it is the sentence of death.”

“Doctor, why do you even say it to me – you know I´m going to pick your guts from the floor one way or another.”

“Because right now it´s the moment you realize how big mistake you´ve made. You thought I won´t be prepared for you? Don´t worry, Dean. It will be a merciful death for you. You like beer, I prefer spiders. The venom in the bottle won´t have the same effect as it could have, if I gave it to you intravenously. But I think the paralysis and convulsions just started.”

“You dick!”

“Don´t be vulgar. And no need to reach for gun, you could shoot yourself by mistake, Dean.”

“You poisoned me?!”

“The final cut will be mine of course. It would be an insult to poison you to death. We don´t want your death to be consider as an accident, do we? No, I just want you to enjoy the moment of dying...”

“Th-...gh...than-thanks!”

“You´re welcome. I´m surprised that you can still move with your mimic muscles or breathe.”

“gr...gh..ahhh..... Hahahaha....Wow! That´s awesome! I love this part!”

“What?!”

“Let me ask you something, doc. After all the crap about me and death, do you really think I´d still be rocking down the highway?”

Doctor Lecter is looking into a pair of black eyes.

“Oh Hanni, look what a fly you´ve caught!”

...................................................................................................................................................

timeline - after SPN S09E23 and Hannibal S02E13